Photography is more than a medium for factual communication of ideas. It is a creative art.
Ansel AdamsRead
Both the grand and the intimate aspects of nature can be revealed in the expressive photograph. Both can stir enduring affirmations and discoveries, and can surely help the spectator in his search for identification with the vast world of natural beauty and wonder surrounding him.
Interpretation
Nature can be both grand and intimate, and photography captures that duality, helping us connect with its beauty.
This quote emphasizes the power of photography to reveal the various dimensions of nature, from its grand landscapes to the intimate details that often go unnoticed. Ansel Adams suggests that through expressive photographs, viewers can experience profound emotions and revelations that aid in their understanding and appreciation of the natural world around them.
In practice
A photographer speaking at a nature conservation event may reference this quote to emphasize the importance of capturing nature's beauty through photography.
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.
Invariably our best nights were those when it rained.
But more wonderful than the lore of old men and the lore of books is the secret lore of ocean.
I think of rivers, of tides. Forests and water gushing out. Rain and lightning. Rocks and shadows. All of these are in me.
Come when the rains_x000D_ _x000D_ Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice,_x000D_ _x000D_ While the slant sun of February pours_x000D_ _x000D_ Into the bowers a flood of light. Approach!_x000D_ _x000D_ The incrusted surface shall upbear thy steps_x000D_ _x000D_ And the broad arching portals of the grove_x000D_ _x000D_ Welcome thy entering.
It was Autumn, and incessant Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves, And, like living coals, the apples Burned among the withering leaves.
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.
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