In 1981, I was among students in what would be Ansel Adams’ final photography workshop at Yosemite National Park. It was the year of my 10th high school reunion. I told Ansel that choosing between it and the workshop was no contest. He gave me a hug. He. Gave. Me. A. Hug. And I haven’t washed since. OK, kidding.
I learned so much from the faculty, workshop staff, group leaders and fellow students. I am not trying to be the next Ansel Adams or anyone else who influenced my photography through the years. Just me.
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