You Don't Take A Picture, You Make

My Last Word S That It All Depends On What You Visualize.

Bad Weather Makes For Good Photography.

We All Know The Tragedy Of The Dustbowls, The Cruel Unforgivable Erosions Of The Soil, The Depletion Of Fish Or Game, And The Shrinking Of The Noble Forests. And We Know That Such Catastrophes Shrivel The Spirit Of The People... The Wilderness Is Pushed Back, Man Is Everywhere. Solitude, So Vital To The Individual Man, Is Almost Nowhere.

While The Photos At The D.m.v. (new York) Will Still Be Taken In Color, The Engraving Is Done In Grayscale, Hence The Ansel Adams Feel.

Art Is Both The Taking And Giving Of Beauty; The Turning Out To The Light The Inner Folds Of The Awareness Of The Spirit. It Is The Recreation On Another Plane Of The Realities Of The World; The Tragic And Wonderful Realities Of Earth And Men, And Of All The Inter-relations Of These.