A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a man.
For me the printing process is part of the magic of photography. It’s that magic that can be exciting, disappointing, rewarding and frustrating all in the same few moments in the darkroom.
Consciousness is a disease.
I remember being shocked when I came out from under the focusing cloth after a minute or two being submerged within that, at the startling green color of those ferns.
I make photographs and still make photographs of the natural environment. It’s a love because that was part of my life before I was involved in photography.
When I’m about ready to press the cable release on the View camera, I’ve tried to anticipate some of the challenges I’m going to encounter in the darkroom.
Some people will believe anything if you whisper it to them.
The only way to give finality to the world is to give it consciousness.
Only in solitude do we find ourselves; and in finding ourselves, we find in ourselves all our brothers in solitude.
There is a considerable amount of manipulation in the printmaking from the straight photograph to the finished print. If I do my job correctly that shouldn’t be visible at all, it should be transparent.