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Technical and Purchase Information
Camera/Lens: Arca Swiss view 65mm Raptar
Format: 6x9
Film: 120 TMAX 100
Print Sizes Available:8x10,11x14, 16x20
All prints are on double-weight fiber-based paper, archivally processed, selenium
toned, signed and dry-mounted. Mats are archival quality and acid free. Actual
print sizes may vary slightly.
Camera/Lens: Arca Swiss view 65mm Raptar
Format: 6x9
Film: 120 TMAX 100
Print Sizes Available:8x10,11x14, 16x20
All prints are on double-weight fiber-based paper, archivally processed, selenium
toned, signed and dry-mounted. Mats are archival quality and acid free. Actual
print sizes may vary slightly.
Tenaya Lake Steve Dixon
Catalog Numbers:
8x10 - 10109
11x14 - 14109 Order Prints
16x20 - 20109
8x10 - 10109
11x14 - 14109 Order Prints
16x20 - 20109
On my first trip to Yosemite, in August of 2005, I drove around quite a bit, trying to get a general feel for the place.
I kept running into places I recognized from Ansel Adams photographs. Adams took a picture from near this spot
with a long lens, focusing on the sensuous curve of the glacier-carved rock into the lake, with a wonderful wooly pile
of clouds behind it. Of course as soon as I saw that curve of rock I had to stop. It was a Thursday, and the little
white puffs were the first clouds I'd seen since Sunday. As I walked along the shore, I spotted these boulders left by
the retreating glacier all those centuries ago, and the little pine tree working hard to make a place for itself among
the rocks. With my widest lens, I was able to hold both the rocks in the foreground and the mountains on the other
side of the lake in focus. I remember that it was brutally hot under the focusing cloth. I shot a whole roll of film.
Every frame but this one were fogged on the left. I think the bellows latch was loose, but I guess I'll never be sure.
I kept running into places I recognized from Ansel Adams photographs. Adams took a picture from near this spot
with a long lens, focusing on the sensuous curve of the glacier-carved rock into the lake, with a wonderful wooly pile
of clouds behind it. Of course as soon as I saw that curve of rock I had to stop. It was a Thursday, and the little
white puffs were the first clouds I'd seen since Sunday. As I walked along the shore, I spotted these boulders left by
the retreating glacier all those centuries ago, and the little pine tree working hard to make a place for itself among
the rocks. With my widest lens, I was able to hold both the rocks in the foreground and the mountains on the other
side of the lake in focus. I remember that it was brutally hot under the focusing cloth. I shot a whole roll of film.
Every frame but this one were fogged on the left. I think the bellows latch was loose, but I guess I'll never be sure.