During a very hot day in New York City (though not as torrid as yesterday, when, I swear, the copper was melting off the Statue of Liberty), my daughter found a book in Rizzoli's on the photography of Annie Liebowitz. My daughter enjoys photography; one of her great sorrows was that we made her forgo a semester of photography so that her other semeester wouldn't be overburdened.
All the way home, she pored over the book. And when she got home, she said Annie Liebowitz is a god. Of photography.
Pretty good, I agreed. Though perhaps I'd say goddess. By the way, ever heard of Ansel Adams?
She had not.
Equally talented. More a landscape guy, but equally talented.
She's going to check him out.
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Just so you know - I'm taking notes here. :)
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