Know This61

If I have anything to give you through camera, it must be of myself. . . . A gnawing burns inside . . . to make something of myself worth giving.

—Minor White

What do you wish to know about my images?

Know that they were conceived in moments of peace—at times joyous, at times melancholy—in the most sublime of places, and most often in solitude. Know that they were made in silence, and that their making was not hurried or rushed. Know that they embody the thoughts, reverence, awe, and love that inspired them, and that these were not manufactured after the fact. Know that they are the musings and contemplations of a flawed and troubled mind seeking knowledge and meaning and peace. Know that they exist for a reason, and that each has a purpose. All else is unimportant.

Should you read these words some decades or centuries from now, know also that I had these wild places to find inspiration and blissful solitude in, to feel at peace in, to break down and pull myself back together in, to be a real person in. Should these places be lost to you, may you at least find solace in the creations they inspired.