“Other times, you’re doing some piece of work and suddenly you get feedback that tells you that you have touched something that is very alive in the cosmos.”

What I’m exploring right now is the subject of my own mortality, It’s an area that I’m curious about, and I’m researching it to see if there’s a photographic essay in it for me. If images don’t start to come, I’ll go to something else.

Computers make excellent and efficient servants, but I have no wish to serve under them.

Because I have known despair, I value hope. Because I have tasted frustration, I value fulfillment. Because I have been lonely, I value love.

These are beautiful days. Folks ask what I’m doing. I tell them I’m doing family.

May I say that I have not thoroughly enjoyed serving with humans? I find their illogic and foolish emotions a constant irritant.

I think it’s my adventure, my trip, my journey, and I guess my attitude is, let the chips fall where they may.

If you chase two rabbits, you will lose them both.

I believe in goodness, mercy and charity. I believe in casting bread upon the waters.

The miracle is this – the more you give, the more you have.

The miracle is this: the more we share the more we have.

That’s true, because I’m a photographer now.

That’s the most difficult issue for me – to find a subject that holds my interest long enough that I’m prepared to go to work and spend the time and energy to shoot the subject.

You create your own life and your work. Give us your best.

We are all children searching for love.

Fascinating is a word I use for the unexpected, in this case I would think interesting would suffice.

A stallion must first be broken before it can reach its potential.

Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.

While you are alive, your worldly self is like a collector of benefits from Allah’s bounties, which come to you from myriads of hands.

I kiss the skies, set the sun in my eyes and swallow up the streams. I swear to god, I only feel alive in my most ludricious dreams.

I’m alive and I want to keep living.

I remember thinking how often we look, but never see … we listen, but never hear … we exist, but never feel. We take our relationships for granted. A house is only a place. It has no life of its own. It needs human voices, activity and laughter to come alive.

You’ve been put on the world to love the act of being alive.

To be a Christian without prayer is no more possible than to be alive without breathing.

I enjoy life when things are happening. I don’t care if it’s good things or bad things. That means you’re alive.