“Once destroyed, nature’s beauty cannot be repurchased at any price.”

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.

Photography is an austere and blazing poetry of the real.

Yosemite Valley, to me, is always a sunrise, a glitter of green and golden wonder in a vast edifice of stone and space.

There are always two people in every picture: the photographer and the viewer.

Today, we must realize that nature is revealed in the simplest meadow, wood lot, marsh, stream, or tidepool, as well as in the remote grandeur of our parks and wilderness areas.

The single most important component of a camera is the twelve inches behind it!

Let us leave a splendid legacy for our children…let us turn to them and say, this you inherit: guard it well, for it is far more precious than money…and once destroyed, nature’s beauty cannot be repurchased at any price.

The world was expecting her to be a beautiful flower. Society behaved in such a way that turned her into a fierce sword.

Oh, love It’s amazing how your smile puts the most beautiful star to shame.

Magical, extraterrestrial, marvelous, enchanted, brave, beautiful, miraculous, royalty, a warrior, a deity. You are simply everything you are and choose to believe.

You get broken you pick yourself back up, you get scarred you wear them beautifully, things that were meant to destroy you, you overcame them with such great might.

I have found that pain has a habit of planting roots in beautiful hearts.

Look into her soul, she is way more beautiful than these pretty faces.

I just hope that when I die my body is full of scars telling a beautiful life.

She is strong and soft, loyal and beautiful. She knows her worth and is courageous to the end. She has no regrets, because she’s learned her lessons, and loves herself.