I Thought I Was Taking Pictures Of

I Thought I Was Taking Pictures Of Things That I Hated. But There Was Something About These Pictures. They Were Unexpectedly, Disconcertingly Glorious.

You Are What You've Been Looking For. The Answer Is Always In You Alone. There Is Nothing In The External World. For The External World Is An Emanation Of Your Own Mind, Your Own Thinking And Your Own Imagination. You Created This World.

The Experience Of Life That You And I Have Is Pretty Much A Jigsaw Puzzle In The Box: Day-to-day Experiences Of Disconnected Pieces That Don't Seem To Justify The Efforts We Make Each Day.

Why Do Most Great Pictures Look Uncontrived? Why Do Photographers Bother With The Deception, Especially Since It So Often Requires The Hardest Work Of All? The Answer Is, I Think, That The Deception Is Necessary If The Goal Of Art Is To Be Reached: Only Pictures That Look As If They Had Been Easily Made Can Convincingly Suggest That Beauty Is Commonplace.

Almost All Photographers Have Incurred Large Expenses In The Pursuit Of Tiny Audiences, Finding That The Wonder They'd Hoped To Share Is Something Few Want To Receive.