Whenever there is stillness there is the still small voice, God's speaking from the whirlwind, nature's old song, and dance.

When I walk with a camera, I walk from shot to shot, reading the light on a calibrated meter. When I walk without a camera, my own shutter opens, and the moment's light prints on my own silver gut. When I see this second way I am above all an unscrupulous observer.

Are you living just a little and calling that life?

There must be bands of enthusiasts for everything on earth-fanatics who shared a vocabulary, a batch of technical skills and equipment, and, perhaps, a vision of some single slice of the beauty and mystery of things, of their complexity, fascination, and unexpectedness.

For all the insularity of the old guard, Pittsburgh was always an open and democratic town.

We live in all we seek.

Put yourself out of your misery.