Ansel Adams

Born in February of 1902, Ansel Adams was not only a photographer, but a musician and avid environmentalist.
He was not the best student, he had trouble fitting in and expressing his intelligence. A severe earthquake inflicted a serious broken nose as a child, which made him stand out quite a bit. He was later believed to have had dyslexia. He went to numerous schools, only to be home schooled by his aunt and father. He acquired a "legitimizing diploma", the equivalent to completing 8th grade.His solidarity was only matched by his love for nature. He often took long walks on the beach, hikes, and just random scuffling around. By 1920, his career focus was being a musician. And he was good at it. Adams gave up music, however, for photography, a skill encouraged by his artistry in the fine arts. In 1928, he was married. He had two children.1927 was a huge year for hm. He photographed his first fully visualized picture, Monolith, the face of Half Dome. Adams went on to meet Albert Bender, a man who set in motion Ansel's career as a professional photographer. His photos are very well known and admired. I chose this picture of his because it really catches the eye. The simplicity of it causes an over-thinking of the subject, while the mystery of what the building could be only adds to the intrigue.

Panorama

This really transgresses the center of focus and makes the objects in the subject of the photo appear different in size than they are. It makes me feel like it could be out of a horror movie, desperation to be exact.

I like how it makes use of the city's lights to create almost veins giving it a sense of a pulse.

This my example of Horizontal Photography.

This is an example of a picture taken from different angles.

This is an example of framing.

This is an example of converging lines.

This is an example of rule of thirds.

This is an example of vertical line photography.

  This is an example of filling the frame.

This is an example of diagonal lines.

Dreams

This photo reminds me a lot of my childhood. I was notorious for collecting these. My mom would find places in my room stuffed full of these. I think I believed that if I collected enough, all my wishes would come true. Silly I know, but when you're a child, anything is possible. The way the pieces are floating away kind of make me feel as though it's somewhat symbolic, of how easy you can lose sight of what you want most. The little parts always made me feel like every wish had different parts to it. The first part always being creating the wish. The second being making it come true, which, in itself was divided into stages, or "pieces." So in a way, I guess my dreams are still dandelions.