Nature is a dream state at this point, that we almost don't have a real relationship to it unless it's people living off the land and killing our own food and going for it.

The biggest cliche in Photography is Sunrise and Sunset.

I like that time is marked by each sunrise and sunset whether or not you actually see it.

The reason I call myself a documentary photographer is the idea of how photographs contain and participate in history.

I'm very empathic to the construction of masculinity within our culture and how we build these identities up.

Language is a very complicated thing, and that's one of the reasons why I like making photographs.

...things become mainstream when they become imaged over and over again. Something happens in relationship to ideas of representation that makes it more palatable or digestible.

I'm kind of a twisted social documentary photographer.

Light is everything in photographs and has to be considered in all situations.

I tried to get as far away from home as possible after I graduated from high school because I had a hard time being a kid.

I always give a print to everybody I photograph, and some of my subjects have told me they have a hard time hanging them up at home.

I realized I’m in love. It's always been right in front of me.

Does trust have to be earned. Or is it simply a matter of faith?

Sudden revelations vanish just as suddenly.

So much of what happens by chance forms what becomes your life.

I would bear any affliction rather than be burdened with a guilty conscience.

The inertia of humans is so huge that you can't really do anything meaningful.

You may envy every one, but no one envies you.

When I'm on tour, I don't see these spots as much as I'd like. I'm just in, I perform, then I'm out. I hope to spend years sightseeing, then more years after that.

She didn't even finish her last sentence; it just trailed off. I think the subject had changed in her head while her mouth had continued on the old topic, not realizing it was out of supplies.

Also, what mountains of dead ashes, wreck and burnt bones, does assiduous pedantry dig up from the past time and name it History.