Are There Grounds Now And Then For

When You Catch On To Your Awakening, The World Does Not Change. You Just See It Differently, That's All. You Acquire A Feeling Of Immortality. A Feeling Of Divine Bliss, So To Speak, When Things No Longer Have The Power To Affect You.

Darkroom Work Had, After All, Never Interested Me Except As A Means To An End; The Place I Wanted To Be Was Outside In The Light.

Let Go Of The Thoughts, Let Go Of The Mind, Let Go Of Everything. Let Go! Drop It! Drop Everything. Hold Onto Nothing.

The Suburban West Is, From A Moral Perspective, Depressing Evidence That We Have Misused Our Freedom. There Is, However, Another Aspect To The Landscape, An Unexpected Glory. Over The Cheap Tracts And Littered Arroyos One Sometimes See A Light As Clean As That Recorded By O'sullivan. Since It Owes Nothing To Our Care, It Is An Assurance; Beauty Is Final.

The Word Beauty Is Unavoidable … It Accounts For My Decision To Photograph … There Appeared A Quality, Beauty Seemed The Only Appropriate Word For It, In Certain Photographs, And I Am Compelled To Live With The Vocabulary Of This New Sight … Through Over Many Years [i] Still Find It Embarrassing To Use The Word Beauty, I Fear I Will Be Attacked For It, But I Still Believe In It.