“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.”

The negative is comparable to the composer’s score and the print to its performance. Each performance differs in subtle ways.

There is nothing worse than a sharp image of a fuzzy concept.

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.”

Sometimes I wonder will God ever forgive us for what we’ve done to each other? Then I look around and I realize God left this place a long time ago.

The true champion of justice, if he intends to survive even for a short time, must necessarily confine himself to private life and leave politics alone.

Uninvited guests are often most welcome when they leave.

A wise girl kisses but doesn’t love, listens but doesn’t believe, and leaves before she is left.

Two hours of writing fiction leaves this writer completely drained. For those two hours he has been in a different place with totally different people.

Even though we may all become extinct, we can still leave our footprint in the sand.

We continue training, to recharge, to continue striving and do our best. We will return to the field to leave everything.

She told me that I’m not enough and she left me with a broken heart.