In one respect, it’s just about the absolutely perfectly wrong time of the year to celebrate Ansel Adams. We’re about as equally removed from the anniversary of his birth, as from his death. In all other respects, it’s never the wrong time to celebrate such a pivotal visual artist and conservationist in the history of our nation. It’s no secret around this blog that I venerate Adams, and his work.
For years, I’ve been wandering out at night, looking up at the sky – weather permitting. Sometimes I’ll even venture out with camera gear packed; ready to do battle with that evil monster known as the Light Pollution Dragon, native to these eastern U.S. shores… Alas, equipped as I am, I am untutored in the finer points of battle with such a pervasive beast. All too frequently I return, having once again failed in my quest for the elusive picture that one can stare at for days – gazing back at a universe that’s been all too free to gaze at us first.