The Secret To Peace-of-mind Is

I Thought I Was Taking Pictures Of Things That I Hated. But There Was Something About These Pictures. They Were Unexpectedly, Disconcertingly Glorious.

I Would Welcome The Passing Of The Idea Of Philosophy As Defined By A Method Of Conceptual Analysis. But That Is Not The Passing Of Philosophy, And It Leaves The Philosopher With The Task Of Grasping Natures Or Essences (among Other Things).

Little Wonder That We. . .find The Old Pictures Of Openness - Pictures Usually Without Any Blur, And Made By What Seems A Ritual Of Patience - Wonderful. They Restore To Us Knowledge Of A Place We Seek But Lose In The Rush Of Our Search. Though To Enjoy Even The Pictures, Much Less The Space Itself, Requires That We Be Still Longer Than Is Our Custom.

... 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.

I Began Making Pictures Because I Wanted To Record What Supports Hope: The Untranslatable Mystery And Beauty Of The World. Along The Way, However, The Camera Also Caught Evidence Against Hope, And I Eventually Concluded That This, Too, Belonged In Pictures If They Were To Be Truthful And Thus Useful.