Photography is more than a medium for factual communication of ideas. It is a creative art.
Ansel AdamsRead
Today, we must realize that nature is revealed in the simplest meadow, wood lot, marsh, stream, or tidepool, as well as in the remote grandeur of our parks and wilderness areas.
Interpretation
Nature's beauty is present in both simple and grand environments.
Ansel Adams emphasizes that nature's splendor is not limited to majestic national parks or wilderness areas; it can also be found in everyday places like meadows, woodlots, marshes, streams, and tidepools. This perspective encourages us to appreciate the subtle and ordinary aspects of the natural world around us, highlighting that beauty is often found in simplicity.
In practice
In a speech about environmental conservation, one could say, 'As Ansel Adams once said, nature is revealed in the simplest places.'
Photography is more than a medium for factual communication of ideas. It is a creative art.
It is horrifying that we have to fight our own government to save the environment.
A good photograph is knowing where to stand.
With all art expression, when something is seen, it is a vivid experience, sudden, compelling, and inevitable.
The sheer ease with which we can produce a superficial image often leads to creative disaster.
You don't make a photograph just with a camera. You bring to the act of photography all the pictures you have seen, the books you have read, the music you have heard, the people you have loved.
I have lived long enough to witness the vanishing of wild mammals, butterflies, mayflies, songbirds and fish that I once feared my grandchildren would not experience: it has all happened faster than even the pessimists predicted.
That grand old poem called Winter
How sweet is the perception of a new natural fact!
The wrongs done to trees, wrongs of every sort, are done in the darkness of ignorance and unbelief, for when the light comes, the heart of the people is always right.
Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person
But the trees seemed to know me. They whispered among themselves and beckoned me nearer. And looking around, I noticed the other small trees and wild plants and grasses had sprung up under the protection of the trees we had placed there. The trees had multiplied! They were moving. In one small corner of the world, Grandfather's dream was coming true and the trees were moving again.
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