What We Hope For From The Artist

At Our Best And Most Fortunate We Make Pictures Because Of What Stands Before Our Camera, To Honor What Is Greater And More Interesting Than We Are. We Never Accomplish This Perfectly, Though In Return We Are Given Something Perfect--a Sense Of Inclusion. Our Subject Thus Redefines Us, And Is Part Of The Biography By Which We Want To Be Known.

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.

A Lake That Is Noisy Cannot Reflect Anything

Part Of The Reason That These Attempts At Explanation Fail, I Think, Is That Photographers, Like All Artists, Choose Their Medium Because It Allows Them The Most Fully Truthful Expression Of Their Vision... As Robert Frost Told A Person Who Asked Him What One Of His Poems Meant, 'you Want Me To Say It Worse?'

Well, You Know, The Mind Is Nothing. The Mind Is Only A Bunch Of Thoughts. Thoughts About The Past And The Future, That Is All A Mind Is. But, The Heart Is A Center Of Stillness, Of Quietness, Of Absolute Peace. When You Rest Your Mind In Your Heart, You Feel A Joy And A Bliss That Overwhelms You, And You Will Know. Surrender Your Mind To Your Heart, And You Will Feel It.