Okay, let’s be honest. What photographer doesn’t have a special, secret place in his or her heart for small stuff (made big)?
Re-reading Ansel Adams’ biography, I started to feel sentimental (thanks, Ansel), and had to make an image in response. Tones, contrast and lines came together in a tribute to one of Adams’ early works.
Better late than never. On busy days, it’s hard to post.
An older image, this; I thought little of it when I made the image several years ago, and then, when I put it in a show, an elderly woman purchased it. Later, I received a note from her, saying, “I wanted you to know I’ve decorated my living room around your photograph. I love it.”
Such is the yoke a documentarian must bear, when the images most meaningful to the photographer take a back seat to other people’s admiration of flowers.