My last word s that it all depends on what you visualize.

The sheer ease with which we can produce a superficial image often leads to creative disaster.

Photography, as a powerful medium of expression and communications, offers an infinite variety of perception, interpretation and execution.

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.

I know the importance of highly trained awareness of the “moment” and the immediate and intuitive response of the photographer. It should be obvious to all that photographers whose images possess character and quality have attained them only by continued practice and total dedication to the medium.

Knowing what I know now, any photographer worth his salt could make some beautiful things with pinhole cameras.

I can look at a fine art photograph and sometimes I can hear music.