"We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time."
"Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, the vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born."
“There’s nothing as significant as a human face. Nor as eloquent. We can never really know another person, except by our first glance at him. Because, in that glance, we know everything. Even though we’re not always wise enough to unravel the knowledge.”
Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead
The crafts of human can be found in both the stunning landscapes at elevation or in the detailed work of a boat builder in Italy. Whether it is of steel or wood, stone or clay, the art works of daily usability represent some of humanity's greatest achievements.
The beauty of street photography - and all photography, really - is the gnawing sense that "this is it." There is no returning to a time and place and the millions of simultaneous moments on the streets of the world are happening right now. My fear is that I am missing most of them.
Italy remains one of my favorite countries for imaging, as everything from life to architecture to landscape offers a reminiscent and crisp style. Images from Tuscany (Florence, Pieve di Salti) offer a rustic countryside view while Venice, Camogli, and Portofino provide the oceanside comfort of fishermen and seascapes. Special thanks to Drake Busath, who has been an unrelenting partner in Italy, allowing me to guest instruct in several of his workshops.
“I would give the greatest sunset in the world for one sight of New York's skyline. Particularly when one can't see the details. Just the shapes. The shapes and the thought that made them. The sky over New York and the will of man made visible. What other religion do we need? And then people tell me about pilgrimages to some dank pesthole in a jungle where they go to do homage to a crumbling temple, to a leering stone monster with a pot belly, created by some leprous savage. Is it beauty and genius they want to see? Do they seek a sense of the sublime? Let them come to New York, stand on the shore of the Hudson, look and kneel. When I see the city from my window - no, I don't feel how small I am - but I feel that if a war came to threaten this, I would throw myself into space, over the city, and protect these buildings with my body.”
Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead
"A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find that after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us."