The Thing That Keeps You Scrambling Over

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.

When You Abide In The I You're Abiding In The Ego. The I Is Really The Ego, The Small I. It Turns Into The Self Eventually.

Within You Is The Light Of A Thousand Suns. - Within You Is Unimaginable Beauty.

... If We Consider The Difference Between William Henry Jackson Packing In His Camera By Mule, And The Person Stepping For A Moment From His Car To Take A Picture With His Instamatic, It Becomes Clear How Some Of Our Space Has Vanished; If The Time It Takes To Cross Space Is A Way By Which We Define It, Then To Arrive At A View Of Space 'in No Time' Is To Have Denied Its Reality.

I Began Making Pictures Because I Wanted To Record What Supports Hope: The Untranslatable Mystery And Beauty Of The World. Along The Way, However, The Camera Also Caught Evidence Against Hope, And I Eventually Concluded That This, Too, Belonged In Pictures If They Were To Be Truthful And Thus Useful.