My Wife - She Could Help Me

We All Move On The Fringes Of Eternity And Are Sometimes Granted Vistas Through Fabric Of Illusion. Many Refuse To Admit It: I Feel A Mystery Exists. There Are Certain Times, When, As On The Whisper Of The Wind, There Comes A Clear And Quiet Realization That There Is Indeed A Presence In The World, A Nonhuman Entity That Is Not Necessarily Inhuman.

All Art Is A Vision Penetrating The Illusions Of Reality, And Photography Is One Form Of This Vision And Revelation.

My Last Word S That It All Depends On What You Visualize.

The Quality Of Place, The Reaction To Immediate Contact With Earth And Growing Things That Have A Fugal Relationship With Mountains And Sky, Is Essential To The Integrity Of Our Existence On This Planet.

I Usually Have An Immediate Recognition Of The Potential Image, And I Have Found That Too Much Concern About Matters Such As Conventional Composition May Take The Edge Off The First Inclusive Reaction.