Reaching a 'creative' state of mind thru positive action is considered preferable to waiting for 'inspiration'.

When gifts are given to me through my camera, I accept them graciously.

One should not only photograph things for what they are but for what else they are.

No matter how slow the film, Spirit always stands still long enough for the photographer It has chosen.

When you approach something to photograph it, first be still with yourself until the object of your attention affirms your presence. Then don't leave until you have captured its essence.

I'm always mentally photographing everything as practice.

All photographs are self-portraits.

One does not photograph something simply for 'what it is', but 'for what else it is.

At first glance a photograph can inform us. At second glance it can reach us.

Be still with yourself until the object of your attention affirms your presence.

If all your life means to you is water running over rocks, then photograph it, but I want to create something that would not have existed without me.

To respond to anger is to attempt to slay a dragon with a wet noodle.The best you can do is hope the anger remembers the love.~Bluenscottish

I never graduated to being an atheist. I only graduated to being an agnostic.

The crowd, still shouting, gives way before us. We plough our way through. Women hold their aprons over their faces and go stumbling away. A roar of fury goes up. A wounded man is being carried off.

Chili is much improved by having had a day to contemplate its fate.

People should not worry so much about what they do but rather about what they are.

Every one is worthy of love, except him who thinks that he is. Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling.

I would like to look back on my body of work and be proud of each record in its own right, but as a whole, I want to continue to grow and move forward.

The long sleep of Mother Goddess is ended. May She awaken in each of our hearts - Merry meet, merry part, and blessed be.

What is past is prologue.

The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burnt on the water.