Word: ansel
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...comparison of any two photographs on an absolute scale is practically impossible. Imagine, for example, an Ansel Adams photograph of the Rocky Mountains and a Life magazine shot of wounded soldiers in Vietnam. Even if someone comparing the two could decide that one better fulfills the photographer's purpose who could say which combination of subject matter and execution is ultimately more interesting...
...group began with an interest mostly in mountaineering and California, but grew as it became more and more vocal in battles over remaining hunks of wilderness. Stubbornness and publicity now have given it the de facto leadership of the conservation movement. Full of brilliant pictures by photographers like Ansel Adams and Eliot Porter--plus redolent quotes from Thoreau or Robinson Jeffers--its "Exhibit Format" books and paperbacks are selling quickly. Brower has edited most of them. The Coop can't keep Sierra Club posters in stock. The Club counts a growing number of allies in Congress. And since...
Every week the Thursday Afternoon Art Society of the Women's Club of Dover-Wellesley visits the Boston Museum of Fine Arts for lectures, tours and special exhibits. Last Thursday the Society went to the photography exhibit entitled Ansel Adams: The Eloquent Light. Two ladies stood before a four-panel, seven-foot screen of "The Clearing Storm" in all its mammoth glory. After a suitable pause for appreciation, Dover turned to Wellesley and announced, "We stayed at a little motel up above it and we could see those lights...
There is little warmth, however, to relieve the glare of what God hath wrought on the great North American continent and what Ansel Adams hath done to drive it all home. The cumulative effect of the Fine Arts exhibit is somewhat akin to that of being dangled over a chasm for several hours. You admire it, but it scares hell...
...popular, though Christian. The real-life problem has apparently confronted Frederick Buechner, 38, a talented proseur (A Long Day's Dying, The Return of Ansel Gibbs) who was ordained a Presbyterian minister in 1958 and now serves as chaplain at Phillips Exeter Academy. In this precious pseudoreligious novel, the author sounds like an eager young padre at a prep-school bull session, the type who yanks off his collar, chug-a-lugs a yard of beer, belches a couple of four-letter words, and in general suggests that in the beginning was the dirty word...