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

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.

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

The greatest tool at our command is the very thing that is photography. Light. Light is our paintbrush and it is a most willing tool in the hands of the one who studies it with a sufficient care.

Light is one of the most important factors in photography.