Always remember deep in your heart that all is well and everything is unfolding as it should. There are no mistakes anywhere, at any time. What appears to be wrong is simply your own false imagination. That's all.

We rely, I think, on landscape photography to make intelligible to us what we already know.

The photographer hopes, in brief, to discover a tension so exact that it is peace.

All land, no matter what has happened to it, has over it a grace, an absolutely persistent beauty.

No matter how many times I tell you this, you're still thinking, thinking, judging, judging, coming to conclusions, trying to work out your life. You have to let go. Totally, absolutely, completely. You have to let go so completely that you will feel no body, no mind, no pain, nothing.

There is still time - in the lee, in the quiet, in the extraordinary light.

Still photographs often differ from life more by their silence than by the immobility of their subjects. Landscape pictures tend to converge with life, however, on summer nights, when the sounds outside, after we call in children and close garage doors, are small - the whir of moths, the snap of a stick.