Just stumbled on this fascinating interview with Michael Adams, Ansel’s son, recorded at Glacier Point in Yosemite. It brought back lots of memories. Sue and I once spent a magical day in Yosemite in July 1990. The strange thing was that while I had, as usual, brought a camera with me, I found myself unable to take any pictures. The reason was that I felt that nothing I could do would ever be adequate because Ansel Adams had ‘done’ Yosemite. So, in the end, the camera stayed in the bag. But I did strip off and swam in the Merced river while Sue sat on the bank in the sunshine and wondered whether photographer’s block was a recognised medical condition.