Late last night I thought I had actually made a photograph that revealed the essence of what I have been seeking to capture with my work..... This morning it looks more like 'porn for geologists'... I am having great difficulty with the conceptual gap between what I think I am envisioning in the field and what is manifest in my prints. I have been diligent in learning the zone system and various darkroom practices. My negs are finally.... beautiful.... It's all there! The swings and tilts are becoming second nature and I can stretch a common house cat into a weasel if I desire. I inspect every micron of the ground glass before I release the shutter. However....... Recently Edward Weston has been the pebble in my shoe... I have binders of contact prints of the worst Weston knock offs on the planet..... The horror of this is that I am not doing this consciously.... I actually believe I am 'seeing' what I am attempting to photograph. At first I thought it was the intrinsic nature of the landscape... I have my own Lil' Lobos going here... rock cliffs, windswept trees, the sculpted sandstone shore... miles and miles of it... there are many lifetimes of images to be made here. Now I know I have hit a wall and metaphorically I am trapped inside a distorted version of another's vision. I was wondering if others have suffered from this and that I may benefit from their advice and experience.... Cheers Annie. PS Is it just me or does Gene McSweeney's new lens look disturbingly like a reincarnation of Buster Keaton.