We all know the tragedy of the dustbowls, the cruel unforgivable erosions of the soil, the depletion of fish or game, and the shrinking of the noble forests. And we know that such catastrophes shrivel the spirit of the people... The wilderness is pushed back, man is everywhere. Solitude, so vital to the individual man, is almost nowhere.

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

The craft of photography is the key to good images.

Twelve significant photographs in any one year is a good crop.

It is easy to take a photograph, but it is harder to make a masterpiece in photography than in any other art medium.

We were in the shadow of the mountains, the light was cool and quiet and no wind was stirring. The aspen trunks were slightly greenish and the leaves were a vibrant yellow.

I don't know anybody who needs a critic to find out what art is.