Some people think that the camera steals their soul.
Places, I am convinced, are affected in the opposite way. Over the years, I have made many pilgrimages to places hallowed by pictographic worship. Happy days were spent in Death Valley and Monument Valley. Burnished to a luster by the caressing eyes of thousands of artists and photographers, these places had become much more than their physical presence. The most sacred of these places to landscape photographers of my generation, was, of course, Point Lobos with its dozens of famous viewpoints.