Landscape is to American painting what sex and psychoanalysis are to the American novel.
The undulating terrain was cloaked in lush abundance, the vineyards like garlands of deep green and yellow, orchards and farms sprouting here and there, hillocks of dry golden grass crowned by beautif...
We'd never seen anything as green as these rice paddies. It was not just the paddies themselves: the surrounding vegetation - foliage so dense the trees lost track of whose leaves were whose - was a r...
Some books had shiny pages that showed paintings of landscapes unlike anything Matty had ever seen, or of people costumed in odd ways, or of battles, and there were many quiet painted scenes of a woma...
To the complaint, 'There are no people in these photographs,' I respond, There are always two people: the photographer and the viewer.
I love to photograph the gorgeous landscapes when I travel.