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A Photograph Is Usually Looked At - Seldom Looked Into.

I Expect To Retire To A Fine-grained Heaven Where The Temperatures Are Always Consistent, Where The Images Slide Before One's Eyes In A Continual Cascade Of Form And Meaning.

Yosemite Valley, To Me, Is Always A Sunrise, A Glitter Of Green And Golden Wonder In A Vast Edifice Of Stone And Space. I Know Of No Sculpture, Painting Or Music That Exceeds The Compelling Spiritual Command Of The Soaring Shape Of Granite Cliff And Dome, Of Patina Of Light On Rock And Forest, And Of The Thunder And Whispering Of The Falling, Flowing Waters. At First The Colossal Aspect May Dominate; Then We Perceive And Respond To The Delicate And Persuasive Complex Of Nature.

I’m Interested In Something Which Is Built Up From Within, Rather Than Just Extracted From Without.

One Of The Most Important Pieces Of Equipment, For The Photographer Who Really Wants To Improve, Is A Great Big Wastepaper Basket.