"If you see a tree as blue, then make it blue." ~Paul Gauguin
"To explain away the mystery of a great painting - if such a feat were possible - would do irreparable harm... If there is no mystery, then there is no poetry, the quality I value above all else in art." ~Georges Braque
"To see the fire that warms you or, better yet, to cut the wood that feeds the fire that warms you; to see the spring where the water bubbles up that slakes your thirst and to dip your pail into it; to see the beams that are the stay of your four walls and the timbers that uphold the roof that shelters you; to be in direct and personal contact with the sources of your material life; to find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter; to find a quest of wild berries more satisfying than a gift of tropical fruit; to be thrilled by the stars at night; to be elated over a bird's nest or a wild flower in spring - these are some of the rewards of the simple life." ~John Burroughs
"Seeing is not enough; you have to feel what you photograph." ~Andre Kertesz
“Over the course of our lives, the need repeatedly arises in each of us to make peace with the world, with our work, and with ourselves. When that happens, our internal compass directs us naturally to the course we are meant to take, and 'art' issues simply fall away. Coming amid the usual turbulence of life, such periods of grace and clarity (however fleeting) bring the realization that making art matter, and making art that matters, are two sides of the same coin. Art will matter when it once again concerns itself with issues that matter, when it once again arises naturally at the points where art and life intersect, when it once again demonstrates that making art is the way we manifest our humanity.” ~Ted Orland
"It’s not when you press the shutter, but why you press the shutter."
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Most of my work originates in the Colorado Plateau. I wonder, sometimes, if by dedicating myself to this one place I may have set my sights too low, and that I may have much to say about other places, too. But it takes little more than a few minutes in a canyon, or surveying the view from the edge of a high plateau or a lacolithic mountain, to convince me that the task of expressing my impressions of this place alone is already a far larger one than any one person may presume to take. It is home to me, in the deepest sense, and it seems obvious to me that, since I have the privilege of seeing and experiencing it like nobody else, my images should also be different from those of anyone else.