Observing the view, accessing pieces of it, considering its poetic intent
in places where the hours do not progress forward very fast.
. . . . .
It is all very beautiful and magical here - a quality which
cannot be described. You have to live it and breathe it, let the sun bake into
you. The skies and the lands are so enormous, and the detail so precise and
exquisite that wherever you are you are isolated into a glowing world between
the macro and the micro, where everything is sidewise under you and over you,
and the clocks stopped long ago.
– Ansel Adams
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