Ansel Adams was a master at capturing not just the big dramatic landscapes, but also the tiniest magical details deep in the woods or at the side of a road.
I made this image six months before Ansel hired me, during one of my early workshop-assisting gigs for the Ansel Adams Gallery (this one with Al Weber and Oliver Gagliani). One afternoon just after the workshop I came across these perfect frosted leaves against some rimed meadow grasses and was struck by their fragile beauty against the harsh reality of nature.
4x5 negative. Printed on 11x14 Ilford paper, over-matted to 16x20. Signed and numbered as part of a limited edition.