“The Valley is located next to Oregon’s high desert. Most of the pines for which it was named have been cut, but it is still an oasis. In the morning and evening there are quail – “sweet-whistling quail” as Anne Porter called them – that walk near the house in lines of family.” — Robert Adams
This is a book about a place at once alive and serene. Robert Adams had been photographing the cut over remains of northwestern forests when one day, near Hell’s Canyon, he came upon a valley of unaccountable promise. The pines for which the valley was named had been mostly logged-off, but cottonwoods and fruit trees had grown up since then. “In the high desert light the new trees reminded me of what originally brought me to photography – beauty. As simple as that.” Born in 1937, Robert Adams has worked as a photographer of the changing American landscape for the past three decades. His photographs are included in dozens of books, and housed in most major photography collections throughout the United States and Europe. Adams has been awarded the Guggenheim and MacArthur Foundation fellowships.