"Good photography, or any other manifestation in man, comes from a state of grace. Grace comes when you are delivered from conventions, obligations, convenience, competition, and you are free, like a child in his first discovery of reality. You walk around in surprise, seeing reality as if [it is] for the first time…. That is why people that do creative work have to isolate themselves, they are all hermits, one way or another…."
and from the stillness of the down crushed walls one pillar rose up dark against the moon. there was a nameless presence everywhere — edward markham.
from my series death valley