The Philosophotographer

Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace of reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?

—Robert Frost, “Reluctance”

The gate of the subtle and profound female is the root of Heaven and Earth.

—Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching

Man himself is an enigma in motion; his questions never stay asked.

—Alain, The Gods

Our ability to perceive quality in nature begins, as in art, with the pretty. It expands through successive stages of the beautiful to values as yet uncaptured by language.

—Aldo Leopold, A Sand County Almanac