I recently discovered the work of American photographer Robert Adams and ordered his book Gone?.
When I first opened the book I was caught off guard—the images felt raw, muddy and ordinary. But looking at them more intently, I sensed something very close and familiar—as if the photographer had seen something I had walked right past.
What struck me most about Robert Adams's work is there is an undeniable honesty and a quiet, unexpected poetry hidden in the ordinary things.
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This morning I took my camera and headed into the Wasatch Mountains.
I’m not sure what led me to this new corner, but I was struck by how different it felt. It was a quiet space that asked nothing more than to be honest and simply observant.
Generally, life is good.
