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We All Move On The Fringes Of Eternity And Are Sometimes Granted Vistas Through Fabric Of Illusion. Many Refuse To Admit It: I Feel A Mystery Exists. There Are Certain Times, When, As On The Whisper Of The Wind, There Comes A Clear And Quiet Realization That There Is Indeed A Presence In The World, A Nonhuman Entity That Is Not Necessarily Inhuman.

Both The Grand And The Intimate Aspects Of Nature Can Be Revealed In The Expressive Photograph. Both Can Stir Enduring Affirmations And Discoveries, And Can Surely Help The Spectator In His Search For Identification With The Vast World Of Natural Beauty And Wonder Surrounding Him.

Image Quality Is Not The Product Of A Machine, But Of The Person Who Directs The Machine, And There Are No Limits To Imagination And Expression.

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.

I Do Not Think There Is Any Question Of Photography Being An Art Form!