... art is images you carry. You cannot carry nature with you, but you carry images of nature. When you go out to make a picture you find you are moved by something which is in agreement with an image you already held within yourself.

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

Life itself is not the reality. We are the ones who put life into stones and pebbles.

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

The coherent way of investigating any field is to examine its possible relatedness to other things.

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

The only way to understand something is to be confronted by something that is difficult to understand.