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For Me, Being In A Car Or On An Airplane Is Like Being In Limbo. It's This Dead Zone Between Two Places. But To Walk, You're Some Place That's Already Interesting. You're Not Just Between Places. Things Are Happening.

Perhaps The Central Question About [eliot] Porter's Work Is About The Relationship Between Science, Aesthetics, And Environmental Politics. His Brother, The Painter And Critic Fairfield Porter, Wrote In A 1960 Review Of [porter's] Colour Photographs: 'there Is No Subject And Background, Every Corner Is Alive,' And This Suggests What An Ecological Aesthetic Might Look Like.

For Many Years, I Have Been Moved By The Blue At The Far Edge Of What Can Be Seen, That Color Of Horizons, Of Remote Mountain Ranges, Of Anything Far Away. The Color Of That Distance Is The Color Of An Emotion, The Color Of Solitude And Of Desire, The Color Of There Seen From Here, The Color Of Where You Are Not. And The Color Of Where You Can Never Go.

Perfection Is A Stick With Which To Beat The Possible.

Modern Life Is Moving Faster Than The Speed Of Thought, Or Thoughtfulness.