We All Move On The Fringes Of

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 Believe Photography Is A Tool To Express Our Positive Assessment Of The World. A Tool To Acquire Ultimate Happiness And Belief.

It Is The Photographer, Not The Camera, That Is The Instrument.

Twelve Significant Photographs In Any One Year Is A Good Crop.

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.