The man whose stunning black and white photographs are practically synonymous with Yosemite National Park would have been amused to see me, a seasoned White House photographer, sprinting to catch the light he knew so well.Īnsel surely would have been honored that President Obama was bringing his family to visit his park, the place he first set foot in as a teenager exactly one hundred years before our presidential trip. But I still had a hundred yards to sprint to be in the prime spot, and wasn’t sure my legs and lungs would get me there in time.Īnsel Adams would be chuckling at the sight, I thought. The photograph I wanted to make- Marine One, President Obama’s helicopter, framed right in the middle of the famous cliff-was clearly visualized in my mind. Y OSEMITE’S HALF DOME was glowing in magic light-that fifteen or twenty minutes just before the sun dips below the horizon in the evening-and I was running through a field to catch up to a descending helicopter.
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