Listening to the River: Seasons in the American West includes photographs by Robert Adams and poems by William Stafford. From looking at the book I got a sense of the everyday landscape of the American West. Robert Adams isn’t trying to make nature out to be a mysterious force or a spiritual encounter. His images are subtle and simple, taken from eye level. He photographs what is there not what he imagines to be there. They resemble a style similar to the new topographic photographers.
Across a single page in the book are several images taken in the same space but from different points of view. I get the sense that he is contemplating where to stand within the space. His images express a sense of presence. Poet William Stafford captures Adams images so well in writing
“We wonder if we have the right, here in our damaged landscape, to enjoy beautiful exceptions like an old tree or unpolluted skies. In order to guard against sentimentality- the vice of allowing minor consolations more emotional significance than they deserve-perhaps we should turn away form improbabilities” (7).
In response to this Adams brings significance to “our damaged landscape” or “an old tree or unpolluted skies”. The viewer can take a moment to be at peace with life on earth.
