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The Word Beauty Is Unavoidable … It Accounts For My Decision To Photograph … There Appeared A Quality, Beauty Seemed The Only Appropriate Word For It, In Certain Photographs, And I Am Compelled To Live With The Vocabulary Of This New Sight … Through Over Many Years [i] Still Find It Embarrassing To Use The Word Beauty, I Fear I Will Be Attacked For It, But I Still Believe In It.

Still Photographs Often Differ From Life More By Their Silence Than By The Immobility Of Their Subjects. Landscape Pictures Tend To Converge With Life, However, On Summer Nights, When The Sounds Outside, After We Call In Children And Close Garage Doors, Are Small - The Whir Of Moths, The Snap Of A Stick.

We Rely, I Think, On Landscape Photography To Make Intelligible To Us What We Already Know.

... If We Consider The Difference Between William Henry Jackson Packing In His Camera By Mule, And The Person Stepping For A Moment From His Car To Take A Picture With His Instamatic, It Becomes Clear How Some Of Our Space Has Vanished; If The Time It Takes To Cross Space Is A Way By Which We Define It, Then To Arrive At A View Of Space 'in No Time' Is To Have Denied Its Reality.

At Our Best And Most Fortunate We Make Pictures Because Of What Stands Before Our Camera, To Honor What Is Greater And More Interesting Than We Are. We Never Accomplish This Perfectly, Though In Return We Are Given Something Perfect--a Sense Of Inclusion. Our Subject Thus Redefines Us, And Is Part Of The Biography By Which We Want To Be Known.