The Piano Has Eighty-eight Keys, And You

I Don't Know Anybody Who Needs A Critic To Find Out What Art Is.

We Must Remember That A Photograph Can Hold Just As Much As We Put Into It, And No One Has Ever Approached The Full Possibilities Of The Medium.

The Whole World Is, To Me, Very Much "alive" - All The Little Growing Things, Even The Rocks. I Can't Look At A Swell Bit Of Grass And Earth, For Instance, Without Feeling The Essential Life - The Things Going On - Within Them. The Same Goes For A Mountain, Or A Bit Of The Ocean, Or A Magnificent Piece Of Old Wood.

Wilderness Is Rapidly Becoming One Of Those Aspects Of The American Dream Which Is More Of The Past Than Of The Present. Wilderness Is Not Only A Condition Of Nature, But A State Of Mind And Mood And Heart. It Cannot Be Confined To The Museum-case Status—seen Only As A Passing Diorama From Superlative Throughways.

We All Move On The Fringes Of Eternity And Are Sometimes Granted Vistas Through Fabric Of Illusion.