Much earnest philosphical thought is born of the life which springs from close association with nature.

I live a lonely photographic life here in Santa Fe. I do see Eliot Porter occasionally, and Ansel storms through every so often, otherwise I plug along in my old fashioned way.

The photographer can arrange his picture just as the painter does, only sometimes he must go about it in a different way.

A river finds its course with sureness, pushing aside whatever surface matter lies in its way, and as it gathers volume and resulting strength, nothing can withstand its progress. It carves canyons, moves great boulders, erodes the soil, moving insistently onward in its surging need to reach its final goal - the ocean.

What patients want is not rocket science, which is really unfortunate because if it were rocket science, we would be doing it. We are great at rocket science. We love rocket science. What we’re not good at are the things that are so simple and basic that we overlook them.

It's too bad patient-centered care is not rocket science, because if it was, we would be really good at it.

A river seems a magic thing. A magic, moving, living part of the very earth itself.