History Does Not Unfold: It Piles Up.

I've Been So Lonely Trying To Become A Photographer. If I'd Known That Before, I Don't Know If I Had The Courage To Do It Again. You Get To A Point Where You Feel That You Have Something That Is Your Own. And If You Don't Find An Audience For It, You Are Going To Burst.

There Is Always A Subjective Aspect In Landscape Art, Something In The Picture That Tells Us As Much About Who Is Behind The Camera As About What Is In Front Of It.

Part Of The Difficulty In Trying To Be Both An Artist And A Businessperson Is This: You Make A Picture Because You Have Seen Something Beyond Price; Then You Are To Turn And Assign To Your Record Of It A Cash Value. If The Selling Is Not Necessarily A Contradiction Of The Truth In The Picture, It Is So Close To Being A Contradiction—and The Truth Is Always In Shades Of Gray-that You Are Worn Down By The Threat.

You Are What You've Been Looking For. The Answer Is Always In You Alone. There Is Nothing In The External World. For The External World Is An Emanation Of Your Own Mind, Your Own Thinking And Your Own Imagination. You Created This World.

If I Like Many Photographers, And I Do, I Account For This By Noting A Quality They Share - Animation. They May Or May Not Make A Living By Photography, But They Are Alive By It.