Yosemite Valley, to me, is always a sunrise, a glitter of green and golden wonder in a vast edifice of stone and space.

The disciples are drawn to the high altars with magnetic certainty, knowing that a great Presence hovers over the ranges ... You were within the portals of the temple ... to enter the wilderness and seek, in the primal patterns of nature, a magical union with beauty.

To photograph truthfully and effectively is to see beneath the surfaces.

I have often had a retrospective vision where everything in my past life seems to fall with significance into logical sequence.

All art is a vision penetrating the illusions of reality, and photography is one form of this vision and revelation.

It is the photographer, not the camera, that is the instrument.

My wife - she could help me get the negs out!