Words represent images: nothing can be said for which there is no image.

Reality is greater than our dreams.

Some speak of a return to nature, I wonder where they could have been?

Poetic and speculative photographs can result if one works carefully and accurately, yet letting chance relationships have full play.

The field of action of a photograph should be that chessboard of the heart and mind upon which poetry and art have always operated

I could take a cow and implant a camera in it and let it amble around the city or in its own domain (I say a cow because a human being I would not trust). If the camera was programmed to go off at an indeterminate series of moments, the samplings would be fantastic.

My photographs are not pure: they are a seething wealth of imperfection.