All Good Work Has Magic In It,

I Believe In The Invisible. I Do Not Believe In The Definitive Reality Of Things Around Us. For Me, Reality Is The Intuition And The Imagination And The Quiet Voice Inside My Head That Says: Isn't That Extraordinary? The Things In Our Lives Are The Shadows Of Reality, Just As We Ourselves Are Shadows.

I Believe In Invisible; I Do Not Believe In Visible.

You Can Never Capture A Person In Picture, Never. You Might Get An Interesting Expression Or Gesture. I Almost Never Research A Picture Subject Ahead Of Time. I Think Karsh Is Full Of Baloney. Can You Imagine Spending A Whole Week Out In La Jolla With Jonas Salk Soaking Up His Ambiance, Then Wind Up Making Him Look As If He's In The Studio In Ottawa With His Thumb Under His Chin?

It Is No Accident That You Are Reading This. I Am Making Black Marks On White Paper. These Marks Are My Thoughts, And Although I Do Not Know Who You Are Reading This...the Lines Of Our Lives Have Intersected. For The Length Of These Few Sentences, We Meet Here. It Is No Accident That You Are Reading This. This Moment Has Been Waiting For You, I Have Been Waiting For You. Remember Me.

Photography Deals Exquisitely With Appearances, But Nothing Is What It Appears To Be.