“I hope that my work will encourage self expression in others and stimulate the search for beauty and creative excitement in the great world around us.”

Art is both the taking and giving of beauty, the turning out to the light of the inner folds of the awareness of the spirit.

The negative is the score, and the print the performance.

Bad weather makes for good photography.

You don’t take a photograph, you make it.

When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.

The artist and the photographer seek the mysteries and the adventure of experience in nature.

The camera cannot, but the photographer can.

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.

To visualize an image (in whole or in part) is to see clearly in the mind prior to exposure, a continuous projection from composing the image through the final print.

A photograph is not an accident – it is a concept.

In wisdom gathered over time I have found that every experience is a form of exploration.

Sometimes I do get to places just when God’s ready to have somebody click the shutter.

The craft of photography is the key to good images.

We make images to “honor what is greater and more interesting than we are.”

I know that I am one with beauty and that my comrades are one. Let our souls be mountains, Let our spirits be stars, Let our hearts be worlds.

With all art expression, when something is seen, it is a vivid experience, sudden, compelling, and inevitable.

A wise man among the ignorant is as a beautiful girl in the company of blind men.

As we grow our needs change, as does our perception of beauty.

When you see what the deficit is, then you have to do something about it.

Life can be fuckked upppp… but it sure is beautiful.

If all babies are so cute, how the hell do we have so many ugly people in the world?

Nothing is more beautiful in the eyes of God than a soul that loves to hear His Word.

The small man builds cages for everyone he knows While the sage, who has to duck his head when the moon is low, Keeps dropping keys all night long For the beautiful rowdy prisoners.

Every person thinks his own intellect perfect, and his own child handsome.