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Larry Schwarm's Photographs Of Fire On The Prairie Are So Compelling That I Cannot Imagine Any Later Photographer Trying To Do Better. His Pictures Convince Us That Seemingly Far Away Events Are Close By, Relevant To Any Serious Person's Life.

Beauty, Which I Admit To Being In Pursuit Of, Is An Extremely Suspect Word Among Many In The Art World. But I Don't Think You Can Get Along Without It. It's The Confirmation Of Meaning In Life.

Landscape Pictures Can Offer Us, I Think, Three Verities: Geography, Autobiography, And Metaphor. Geography Is, If Taken Alone, Sometimes Boring, Autobiography Is Frequently Trivial, And Metaphor Can Be Dubious. But Taken Together, As In The Best Work Of People Like Alfred Stieglitz And Edward Weston, The Three Kinds Of Information Strengthen Each Other And Reinforce What We All Work To Keep Intact - The Affection For Life.

Silence Is, After All, The Context For The Deepest Appreciation Of Art: The Only Important Evaluations Are Finally, Personal, Interior Ones.

I Want To Let You In On A Little Secret. There Are No Problems. There Are No Problems. There Never Were Any Problems, There Are No Problems Today, And There Will Never Be Any Problems. Problems Just Mean That The World Isn't Turning The Way You Want It To. But In Truth, There Are No Problems. Everything Is Unfolding As It Should. Everything Is Right. You Have To Forget About Yourself And Expand Your Consciousness Until You Become The Whole Universe. The Reality In Back Of The Universe Is Pure Awareness. It Has No Problems. And You Are That.