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I Was Once Asked If I'd Like To Meet The President Of A Certain Country. I Said, "no, But I'd Love To Meet Some Sheepherders." The Sheepherders, Farmers And Taxi Drivers Are Often The Most Interesting People.

During My Lifetime I Have Met Dozens Of Writers And Photographers In Dozens Of Different Countries. But I Have Encountered No One Who Could Both Write And Photograph With The Artistry Of Robert Vavra.

The Master In The Art Of Living Makes Little Distinction Between His Work And His Play, His Labor And His Leisure, His Mind And His Body, His Information And His Recreation, His Love And His Religion. He Hardly Knows Which Is Which. He Simply Pursues His Vision Of Excellence At Whatever He Does, Leaving Others To Decide Whether He Is Working Or Playing. To Him He's Always Doing Both.

I Write At Eighty-five For The Same Reasons That Impelled Me To Write At Forty-five; I Was Born With A Passionate Desire To Communicate, To Organize Experience, To Tell Tales That Dramatize The Adventures Which Readers Might Have Had. I Have Been That Ancient Man Who Sat By The Campfire At Night And Regaled The Hunters With Imaginative Recitations About Their Prowess. The Job Of An Apple Tree Is To Bear Apples. The Job Of A Storyteller Is To Tell Stories, And I Have Concentrated On That Obligation.

I Love Writing. I Love The Swirl And Swing Of Words As They Tangle With Human Emotions.