In 1990 I visited the Ansel Adams Gallery in Yosemite National Park. I was eager to see some powerful American landscape photographs. In their collection of work by the American masters, they had several dye transfer prints by Eliot Porter and for a very decent amount of money. However, at this time in my life, I was not ready for Eliot Porter. I simply did not appreciate the subtle content of his intimate landscapes. I was just too naive in my own photography and too much of a freshman to understand the quiet whisperings in Porters photography. Like many young photographers, it was the dramatic landscapes in ”Hallelujah Light” which attracted me. Hence my disappointment. Today I have turned 62, which today is supposed to be the new 40 (I doubt though) and have matured in the intimate direction and I really wish I had bought one of Porters dye transfers that day in Yosemite 26 years ago.
Intimate landscapes have over the years gradually become my own passion. I am also no longer waiting for dramatic sunrises. I prefer to spend these early hours in my bed.
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