We All Move On The Fringes Of

We Make Images To "honor What Is Greater And More Interesting Than We Are."

We Were In The Shadow Of The Mountains, The Light Was Cool And Quiet And No Wind Was Stirring. The Aspen Trunks Were Slightly Greenish And The Leaves Were A Vibrant Yellow.

Photography Is More Than A Medium For Factual Communication Of Ideas. It Is A Creative Art.

I Believe The Approach Of The Artist And The Approach Of The Environmentalist Are Fairly Close In That Both Are, To A Rather Impressive Degree, Concerned With The Affirmation Of Life.

Yosemite Valley, To Me, Is Always A Sunrise, A Glitter Of Green And Golden Wonder In A Vast Edifice Of Stone And Space. I Know Of No Sculpture, Painting Or Music That Exceeds The Compelling Spiritual Command Of The Soaring Shape Of Granite Cliff And Dome, Of Patina Of Light On Rock And Forest, And Of The Thunder And Whispering Of The Falling, Flowing Waters. At First The Colossal Aspect May Dominate; Then We Perceive And Respond To The Delicate And Persuasive Complex Of Nature.