Ansel Adams is "the" icon of landscape photography in the United States. Trained as a concert pianist, his love of photography and Yosemite led him to
a career change.
In several ways, 1936 was a turning point in his life. That summer, Adams worked past the point of exhaustion preparing for a one-person photography exhibit at the request of Alfred Stieglitz, curator
of "An American Place" gallery in New York. Stieglitz was the most highly respected photographer of his day and Adams was still largely unknown. Partly due to the importance of the show, and partly because his darkroom
assistant pushed him to higher levels of excellence in his prints than he had ever achieved before, Adams produced what many consider to be the best set of prints of his life. Immersed in the project, they would
sometimes work for days without sleep. Physically worn out at the conclusion of the project, Adams had a nervous breakdown.
Time spent in his beloved Yosemite brought emotional and physical healing. As he emerged from
the breakdown months later, he wrote the letter below to Cedric Wright. It is now considered a classic and the final paragraph is quoted in a host of photo books and on dozens of web sites. The exhibit at the Stieglitz
gallery was a huge success and Adams went on to become one of the most famous landscape photographers of the 20th Century.
Letter from Ansel Adams to Cedric Wright, June 10, 1937:
A strange thing
happened to me today. I saw a big thundercloud move down over Half Dome, and it was so big and clear and brilliant that it made me see many things that were drifting around inside of me; things that relate to those who
are loved and those who are real friends.
For the first time I know what love is; what friends are; and what art should be.
Love is a seeking for a way of life; the way that cannot be followed alone; the resonance
of all spiritual and physical things. Children are not only of flesh and blood — children may be ideas, thoughts, emotions. The person of the one who is loved is a form composed of a myriad mirrors reflecting and
illuminating the powers and thoughts and the emotions that are within you, and flashing another kind of light from within. No words or deeds may encompass it.
Friendship is another form of love — more passive perhaps,
but full of the transmitting and acceptances of things like thunderclouds and grass and the clean granite of reality.
Art is both love and friendship and understanding: the desire to give. It is not charity, which is
the giving of things. It is more than kindness, which is the giving of self. It is both the taking and giving of beauty, the turning out to the light of the inner folds of the awareness of the spirit. It is a recreation
on another plane of the realities of the world; the tragic and wonderful realities of earth and men, and of all the interrelations of these.