It is easier for me to take ten good pictures in an airplane bathroom than in the gardens at Versailles.

When the good pictures come, we hope they tell truths, but truths 'told slant,' just as Emily Dickinson commanded.

My main interest was finding boyfriends. I'd park myself in the bookstore and read with one eye on everyone coming in.

I don't see many artists who are not trying to bring their work to the public - -to the contrary I see artists nearly desperate to get attention for their art and, failing that, often for themselves.

The fact is that these are not my children; they are figures on silvery paper slivered out of time. They represent my children at a fraction of a second on one particular afternoon with infinite variables of light, expression, posture, muscle tension, mood, wind and shade. These are not my children at all; these are children in a photograph.

Like all photographers, I depend on serendipity I pray for what might be referred to as the angel of chance.

I struggle with enormous discrepancies: between the reality of motherhood and the image of it, between my love for my home and the need to travel, between the varied and seductive paths of the heart. The lessons of impermanance, the occasional despair and the muse, so tenuously moored, all visit their needs upon me and I dig deeply for the spiritual utilities that restore me: my love for the place, for the one man left, for my children and friends and the great green pulse of spring.