Myths And Creeds Are Heroic Struggles To

I Believe The World Is Incomprehensibly Beautiful - An Endless Prospect Of Magic And Wonder.

You Don't Take A Photograph, You Make It.

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.

We All Know The Tragedy Of The Dustbowls, The Cruel Unforgivable Erosions Of The Soil, The Depletion Of Fish Or Game, And The Shrinking Of The Noble Forests. And We Know That Such Catastrophes Shrivel The Spirit Of The People... The Wilderness Is Pushed Back, Man Is Everywhere. Solitude, So Vital To The Individual Man, Is Almost Nowhere.

The (photographic) Negative Is The Equivalent Of The Composers Score And The Print Is The Equivalent Of The Conductors Performance.