Yesterday was Ansel Adams birthday. It was backpacking in the Sierra Nevada mountains in 60s that drew me to taking photography seriously. No one made a greater impact on my photographic coming of age than did Adams. As I move through my 70s, something that has come to mean even more to me is what was profoundly true of Adams work. Adams subject matter encompassed quite narrow chunks of geography. I am learning more and more the value of going to the same place again and again (and again . . .). The moods of the McDonald Forest which borders the north and west of Corvallis have come to dominate my photography; (although ventures to the Central Coast of Oregon sometimes get in the way). It is like coming to gradually know a magnificent woman; you never tire and you never quite penetrate (and you certainly don't exhaust) the mystery.