I’ve had a love-hate relationship with the work on Ansel Adams ever since I became interested in serious photography as a teenager. Early on I was something of a disciple of his work. Later, Weston pushed him from preeminence. Later still I considered his work nothing more than “glorified postcards.” But as I grew older I began to re-appreciate his work, to see and to understand it more deeply. And after moving to California ten years ago landscape photography–and there is Ansel once again–is always on my mind.
