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Ansel Adams Post

  

      Ansel Adams was born in Feb. 20 1902 in San Francisco, California of a family who was currently wealthy. His grandfather had done well in the timber business and his father was a businessman. Living in San Francisco, Adams experienced and broke his nose in the earthquake of 1906. His family lost most of their wealth soon after. As to Adams education, he did not do well in the many schools he tried out. He was tutored at home for a while. The farthest he had formally got in education was getting a diploma from Mrs. Kate M. Wilkins Private School. Instead of further schooling, the rest of his energies were poured into learning and playing piano.
     He grew to love the environment. He was the keeper of a Sierra Club lodge, and began to take pictures in the area. In 1927, he created his first full picture recognizable today: the Monolith, the Face of Half Dome. His photography career rose slowly from there, and rapidly in the 1930s. He became known as being a photographer and an environmentalist. He died in Apr. 22, 1984.
     I chose this picture because of the contrast of  the gate in the foreground, the building in the background, and the shadows. This is a church in New Mexico in 1941. The wide range of values present in the photograph gives it more impact.

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     I chose this panorama because it shows people in their small boat amidst a vast expanse of water and the contrast of that is stunning.

     This picture is very calm, and the shadows are very cool looking. I like this one because of its uniformity across the whole photo.

found face life

    On a corner of a bench on the corner of the school awaits a vicious vampire of a creature, and in the corner of his eye glints only a corner of his maliciousness. He calls himself Scorpius, though when he appeared on his particular bench his name was Elliott. Not always was he such a bitter spirit. His family can attest to this: they live on the same bench, spread throughout the surface of the wood. They kept their nice names, and think of Scorpius as the black sheep of the family.
   Now, when I refer to Scorpius as a "vicious vampire", do not turn your minds to such gruesome things as the blood-sucking vampires so often spoken about. Scorpius and his family consume tiny bits of jean fibers. They don't do this to survive, for they'll survive for as long as the bench does, but they eat them as a delicacy. But Scorpius, the inconsiderate child, the wicked outcast, he eats entire holes from student's pant legs, while they remain oblivious his actions and their sudden loss of substance in an area of their jeans.
   Now, to the heart of the matter, the reason for Scorpius's spiteful attitude. One day, on a dark and drizzly morning, a hooligan passed by his family's bench. Scorpius (Elliott, then) was singing, loudly, in a deep, clear voice, about his job, which was to warn the others if a human passes by. Singing used to be a favorite pass-time of his. Now he can be heard only on some rare and sunny days. He was interrupted by the hooligan disposing his gum onto the bench above him, squishing it in grossly. Scorpius wasn't too worried. But when no janitor or caring soul mended this greivious wound inflicted upon the very dignity of the bench, Scorpius lost a bit of his kindness. And when students came near the bench, they always avoided his area, for fear of the gum. Scorpius, watching his family feed on jean fibers while only getting a few himself, grew jealous, changed his name, and stopped singing.
  If he wasn't stuck to a bench, he'd assassinate world leaders and then take over. Yeah, he's kind of that bad. Not all of Elliott is too far gone, though, when you delve deeper. He still retains his wicked math skills, obtained by glimpses of algebra two books in his time and some natural talent. None of his family knows that Scorpius can do problems in his head, like finding the standard deviation of a data set, or finding seven to the power of five, but he does so. When he does this, he drops his scowl, withdraws his pointy teeth, and smiles. Who knows, if we show him a little kindness, remove the gum, maybe he can hold that smile for the rest of his existence, and sing and do math in the open.

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