The Photographer Hopes, In Brief, To Discover

The Only Burden You Have Ever Had Is Your Mind.

Still Photographs Often Differ From Life More By Their Silence Than By The Immobility Of Their Subjects. Landscape Pictures Tend To Converge With Life, However, On Summer Nights, When The Sounds Outside, After We Call In Children And Close Garage Doors, Are Small - The Whir Of Moths, The Snap Of A Stick.

There Is Still Time - In The Lee, In The Quiet, In The Extraordinary Light.

Happiness Is Your True Nature. Within You Is Unimaginable Beauty. Your True Self Is Bright And Shining This Moment. Through The Clear Realization Of The Truth, Your Real Self Will Come Shining Through.

Beauty, Which I Admit To Being In Pursuit Of, Is An Extremely Suspect Word Among Many In The Art World. But I Don't Think You Can Get Along Without It. It's The Confirmation Of Meaning In Life.