I'm A Terrible Punster. And I Love

Photography Does Deal With 'truth' Or A Kind Of Superficial Reality Better Than Any Of The Other Arts, But It Never Questions The Nature Of Reality - It Simply Reproduces Reality. And What Good Is That When The Things Of Real Value In Life Are Invisible?

Most Portraits Are Lies. People Are Rarely What They Appear To Be, Especially In Front Of A Camera. You Might Know Me Your Entire Lifetime And Never Reveal Yourself To Me. To Interpret Wrinkles As Character Is Insult Not Insight.

Flowers Construct The Most Charming Geometries: Circles Like The Sun, Ovals, Cones, Curlicues And A Variety Of Triangular Eccentricities, Which When Viewed With The Eye Of A Magnifying Glass Seem A Lilliputian Frieze Of Psychedelic Silhouettes.

If You Look At A Photograph, And You Think, 'my Isn't That A Beautiful Photograph,' And You Go On To The Next One, Or 'isn't That Nice Light?' So What? I Mean What Does It Do To You Or What's The Real Value In The Long Run? What Do You Walk Away From It With? I Mean, I'd Much Rather Show You A Photograph That Makes Demands On You, That You Might Become Involved In On Your Own Terms Or Be Perplexed By.

Even In The Deepest Love Relationship - When Lovers Say 'i Love You' To Each Other - We Don't Really Know What We're Saying, Because Language Isn't Equal To The Complexity Of Human Emotions.