The Only Freedom We've Got

I Began Making Pictures Because I Wanted To Record What Supports Hope: The Untranslatable Mystery And Beauty Of The World. Along The Way, However, The Camera Also Caught Evidence Against Hope, And I Eventually Concluded That This, Too, Belonged In Pictures If They Were To Be Truthful And Thus Useful.

The Suburban West Is, From A Moral Perspective, Depressing Evidence That We Have Misused Our Freedom. There Is, However, Another Aspect To The Landscape, An Unexpected Glory. Over The Cheap Tracts And Littered Arroyos One Sometimes See A Light As Clean As That Recorded By O'sullivan. Since It Owes Nothing To Our Care, It Is An Assurance; Beauty Is Final.

Among The Most Compelling Truths In Some Of The Early Photographs Is Their Implication Of Silence.

The Only Way You Will Ever Awaken Is Through Silence, Not Through Analyzation Of Facts. Not By Sorting Out Good And Bad, But Through Simple Silence, Letting Go. Letting Go Of All Thoughts, All The Hurts, All The Dogmas And Concepts. Letting Go Of These Things Daily.

Little Wonder That We. . .find The Old Pictures Of Openness - Pictures Usually Without Any Blur, And Made By What Seems A Ritual Of Patience - Wonderful. They Restore To Us Knowledge Of A Place We Seek But Lose In The Rush Of Our Search. Though To Enjoy Even The Pictures, Much Less The Space Itself, Requires That We Be Still Longer Than Is Our Custom.