There Is Only One I Actually. That

The Job Of The Photographer, In My View, Is Not To Catalogue Indisputable Fact But To Try To Be Coherent About Intuition And Hope. This Is Not To Say That He Is Unconcerned With The Truth.

Almost All Photographers Have Incurred Large Expenses In The Pursuit Of Tiny Audiences, Finding That The Wonder They'd Hoped To Share Is Something Few Want To Receive.

Well, You Know, The Mind Is Nothing. The Mind Is Only A Bunch Of Thoughts. Thoughts About The Past And The Future, That Is All A Mind Is. But, The Heart Is A Center Of Stillness, Of Quietness, Of Absolute Peace. When You Rest Your Mind In Your Heart, You Feel A Joy And A Bliss That Overwhelms You, And You Will Know. Surrender Your Mind To Your Heart, And You Will Feel It.

The Word Beauty Is Unavoidable … It Accounts For My Decision To Photograph … There Appeared A Quality, Beauty Seemed The Only Appropriate Word For It, In Certain Photographs, And I Am Compelled To Live With The Vocabulary Of This New Sight … Through Over Many Years [i] Still Find It Embarrassing To Use The Word Beauty, I Fear I Will Be Attacked For It, But I Still Believe In It.

A Lake That Is Noisy Cannot Reflect Anything