Let's face it, the human eye is clumsy, sloppy, and unintelligible when compared to the camera's eye.

A vacant white room with lights is still a submission to the neutral. Works of art seen in such spaces seem to be going through a kind of esthetic convalescence.

Nature does not proceed in a straight line, it is rather a sprawling development.

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.

Parks are idealizations of nature, but nature in fact is not a condition of the ideal.

Language should find itself in the physical world, and not end up locked in an idea in somebody's head

Nature is never finished.