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Why is the Western image so appealing?

  • Getty/Time Life photos, Photo by Ansel Adams

I have a complicated relationship with photography. Once, on a hike with my boyfriend up Spencer Butte in Oregon, he paused to take in how the sun -- something we hadn't seen in weeks -- poured through the Douglas fir and splashed against the ferns. "Look," he said, "it's just like a photo."

Maybe it was early, or maybe I was just more prickly than usual. "It doesn't look like a photo," I remember snapping. "It just looks like itself." We didn't talk again until we'd reached the top of the butte.

Later, I apologized. And then I wondered why I'd spoken as if photos didn't matter. After all, I was the one who'd spent nights in a darkroom in college, trying to unveil stark, sublime landscapes on paper the way my favorite photographers did.

My camera was enormous, with a clunky body and a penchant for eating the film I unrolled inside it. Still, I hauled it from California to Alaska, from the Cascade Range to the Sangre de Cristo Mountains. I finally abandoned it in a Santa Fe pawnshop, feeling as if it held secrets I would never know. Perhaps when I snarled at my boyfriend, I just meant that the light through the trees was something I could never capture on film. I thought so much about whether I'd be able to reproduce a particular scene that I barely experienced the moment unfolding in front of my lens.

I started putting other people's photos on the wall. I bought prints of the ocean when we lived in the mountains; prints of the peaks when we lived by the sea. After we got married, we hung a 1913 photograph of a lake where we'd both lived -- a wedding gift from friends who knew we were trying to create our own history there -- in the bedroom of each house we moved through.

And every year, I still buy the same calendar: an Ansel Adams with an enormous single print poised above each empty month. I always look at others in the bookstore, but this one ends up on the kitchen wall.

Recently, I asked Martha Sandweiss, a Princeton University historian and author of Print the Legend: Photography and the American West, why people are so attracted to Western photographs -- hoping, really, that I'd learn something more about myself.

Photography, she said, became a way of reframing the country after the Civil War. "The West was a place beyond history, during a time when recent history was really painful," Sandweiss said. Many landscape photographers kept their cameras trained on the wilderness and its prospects, often omitting the West's history and people to create a powerful illusion of a place where only the future mattered. "There's this intense desire to imagine the West as our last great hope."

I wonder if that's what I'm after as I buy these calendars: a place of hope. Each new year spreads out beneath images that show only beauty. My own photographs were never like this -- always a little out of focus, or holding strange shadows, never quite capturing the awe I felt as I looked at that lake, that mountain, that stream of light. I need someone else's vision to remind me of what I saw, just as the clean calendar reminds me of someone else's life -- something less messy, more perfect.

My calendar stays empty only until I get home from the bookstore. Even months in advance of the coming year, there are already deadlines, birthdays, appointments and play dates that need to be remembered.

These days, I'm spending even more time looking at photographs. Not yet 2, my son can already slide his finger across my phone's screen to see images of his grandmothers, his friends, himself. These people are his landscape now -- their faces his Half Dome, their hands his bare tree branches. The photos don't show everything -- not late nights, not bathroom cleanups, not discontent or frustration or anger -- and I wonder how he will see them someday. Perhaps as a time less complicated, a place of hope.

He notices more than I realize, even now. The other day, I peeled up the pages of the calendar as I tried to scrawl in another meeting. "Moon," I heard him say.

"Can you see the moon?" I asked as I wrote. "It's not dark yet. Maybe we'll see it tonight."

As I flipped down the page, I glanced up to the print. There it was in the picture, a speck above Adams' dark California valley. Moon.

When I turned, he smiled and pointed, as he must have been doing all along. Maybe that's what photographs are for -- to teach me to recognize the beauty that is already in front of me, if only I would look.

One afternoon not long ago, our family made its way down wooden stairs to a nearby beach. The fog that smothered the coast for weeks had lifted to reveal an expanse of water freckled by kelp, sailboats, and the Channel Islands in the distance. "Isn't that just a picture?" my husband said.

This time, I kept my mouth shut. We were loaded with shovels and towels, sunscreen and surfboards, but I stopped for a moment and tried to see like a photographer. Or like my son. Whether or not I can preserve the moment on film, I can at least try to truly see it: I'm in the lens, and the lens is in me.

Cameron Walker is a freelance writer based in California.

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Jack Matthews
Jack Matthews
Jan 31, 2011 01:55 PM
I wrote a post on Walker and Depth Afield: Why western landscape photography matters: Http://
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Jeannie Patton
Jeannie Patton
Feb 01, 2011 04:03 PM
A friend, stepping onto a late spring grassy meadow, said, "It feels like expensive carpet underlay." I wanted to scream. I'm not sure about the West as "last hope" being the reason I am drawn to photos and paintings. That may be the history, but I'm a native and something else is going on for me. Looking at the images reawakens a longing for the original, the truth. My body has somatic memory of being there (no matter where "there" is)and the quickening I feel when I'm drawn the art reflects what's going on in my soul. True longing for what "is" in a world filled what what isn't.
Well said
Carl Noggle
Carl Noggle
Feb 02, 2011 09:00 AM
Jim Morrison said it well--

   "The West is the best
    The West is the best."

---From 'The End'
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Dennis B
Dennis B
Feb 02, 2011 04:19 PM
The great thing about a picture is that it is truly a moment of time that is preserved forever...and that if the lens is human, a moment that can never be taken away.
Myths and Realities
Bob Krantz
Bob Krantz
Feb 04, 2011 07:44 AM
Like Cameron, I have struggled to capture imagery that accurately reflects my intellectual and emotional reactions to the western landscape. I also ponder the disconnect between the idealized landscape that never was, and the space we live in. While many artists still succeed in isolating a mythic view, I find more truth and as much beauty in realistic representations. Thus one of my hero photographers is a different Adams, Robert, who I first encountered when a fellow photography student introduced me to the New Topographics view. As the subtitle of the original exhibit, "Photographs of a Man-Altered Landscape" suggests, this view embraces the legacy of our impact on the land, and shows a west that still inspires but also challenges our idealistic perceptions. If you were ever frustrated that your perfect photo was "ruined" by a powerline or Walmart sign, you might question your own expectations.