The Philosophotographer

Blurring the line between the sacred and the profane.

Nature absolutely paints like the harlot..and when we proceed further, and consider that the mystical cosmetic which produces every one of her hues, the great principle of light, for ever remains white or colorless in itself, and if operating without medium upon matter, would touch all objects, even tulips and roses, with its own blank tinge..so the wretched infidel gazes himself blind at the monumental white shroud that wraps all the prospect around him.

—Herman Melville, Moby Dick