When I'm Ready To Make A Photograph,

There Are Always Two People In Every Picture: The Photographer And The Viewer.

We All Move On The Fringes Of Eternity And Are Sometimes Granted Vistas Through Fabric Of Illusion. Many Refuse To Admit It: I Feel A Mystery Exists. There Are Certain Times, When, As On The Whisper Of The Wind, There Comes A Clear And Quiet Realization That There Is Indeed A Presence In The World, A Nonhuman Entity That Is Not Necessarily Inhuman.

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.

Impression Is Not Enough. Design, Style, Technique - These, Too, Are Not Enough. Art Must Reach Further Than Impression Or Self-revelation .

I Have Often Thought That If Photography Were Difficult In The True Sense Of The Term - Meaning That The Creation Of A Simple Photograph Would Entail As Much Time And Effort As The Production Of A Good Watercolor Or Etching - There Would Be A Vast Improvement In Total Output. The Sheer Ease With Which We Can Produce A Superficial Image Often Leads To Creative Disaster.