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 since then. “In the high desert light the new trees reminded me of what originally brought me to photography—beauty. As simple as that.” Pine Valley is about a place once alive and serene.
