Myths And Creeds Are Heroic

Photographers And Artists Contribute A Lot To The World And Have A Right To Exist In Relative Security And Comfort.

The Whole World Is, To Me, Very Much "alive" - All The Little Growing Things, Even The Rocks. I Can't Look At A Swell Bit Of Grass And Earth, For Instance, Without Feeling The Essential Life - The Things Going On - Within Them. The Same Goes For A Mountain, Or A Bit Of The Ocean, Or A Magnificent Piece Of Old Wood.

The Herculean Task Of A Photographer Is To Capture A Momentary Frame As Beautiful In Reality, As It Would Be In A Dream.

The Only Things In My Life That Compatibly Exists With This Grand Universe Are The Creative Works Of The Human Spirit.

I Have Often Had A Retrospective Vision Where Everything In My Past Life Seems To Fall With Significance Into Logical Sequence. Intuition, Suspicion, Or Confidence In New Ventures; There Is A Strange Strain Within Me When Advantage Is Not Taken Of Some Situation, The Immediacy Of Recognition Of The Rightness Or Wrongness Of A Mood, A Response, A Decision - They Are So Often Valid That I Am Increasingly Convinced That We Have Yet To Grasp The Reality Of Existence.