A nobler want of man is served by nature, namely, the love of Beauty.

The ancient Greeks called the world {kosmos}, beauty. Such is the constitution of all things, or such the plastic power of the human eye, that the primary forms, as the sky, the mountain, the tree, the animal, give us a delight in and for themselves; a pleasure arising from outline, color, motion, and grouping. This seems partly owing to the eye itself. The eye is the best of artists.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

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I've said it numerous times -- my photography is not of things as they are, but rather of things as I see them. The outline, the color, the motion and the grouping -- all manipulated by a sometimes poetic, sometimes crafty, sometimes joyful, sometimes somber, sometimes brazen, sometimes timid...always...longing...eye.

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