“The dismal half-baked images of the average ‘reportage’ and ‘documentary’ photography are self damning… the slick manner, the slightly obscure significance, the esoteric fear of simple beauty for its own sake – I am deeply concerned with these manifestations of decay.” – Ansel Adams
Archive for January, 2014
“Wow!” Jackson says pointing to the twilight. “Look at all those stars!”
“There are so many,” Leah says with an exhaustion caused by a weight her six-year-old mind cannot lift.
Jackson sees a learning moment for himself and his daughter.
“How many do you think there are?” he asks.
“There must be a hundred.”