Reality is greater than our dreams.

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

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

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

... 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?

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.