Photographs are the results of a diminution of solar energy, and the camera is an entropic machine for recording gradual loss of light.

Questions about form seem as hopelessly inadequate as questions about content.

Abstraction is everybody's zero but nobody's nought.

Art history is less explosive than the rest of history, so it sinks faster into the pulverized regions of time.

The scenic ideals that surround even our national parks are carriers of a nostalgia for heavenly bliss and eternal calmness.

Mistakes and dead-ends often mean more to these artists than any proven problem

Noon-day sunshine cinema-ized the site, turning the bridge and the river into an over-exposed picture. Photographing it with my Instamatic 400 was like photographing a photograph. The sun became a monstrous light-bulb that projected a detached series of stills through my Instamatic into my eye.