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

Art is the splendor of reality before everything has become meaning.

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

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

... 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.

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

In total acceptance, almost everything becomes a revelation.