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May 30, 2012

'I've gone in for photography, and find it very absorbing'

Henry and I lie and gaze at each other. Wonder if life has anything in store for us. Swallow beef tea. Think it may have.

-- Clover Adams writing to her father (July, 1872)

I'm so relieved.  I almost missed this {I thought it was on till the end of June, but it closes this Saturday), but I found the newspaper clipping about it just in time.

After reading Natalie Dysktra's sad but excellent book about her earlier this year, I had rekindled my interest in Clover Adams, the woman married to historian and novelist Henry Adams. Among her other pursuits, Clover was a gifted photographer early photographer, and the Massachusetts Historical Society has put together a small but enchanting exhibit of letters, photo albums, notebooks, and prints.  It was very moving to follow her story again, but also to see her prints, carefully pasted into albums, some letters in her own hand and in Henry's, and the notebook (mentioned in the biography) where she recorded her experiments with light, exposures and subjects. 

If you're interested in seeing some of the materials, there's an excellent companion web site here.

My only wonder is whether I would have managed to get more out of twelve years than we got; and if we really succeeded in being as happy as was possible. I have no more to say. The world may come and the world may go; but no power yet known in earth or heaven can annihilate the happiness that is past.
-- Henry Adams to a family friend, January 1886

1 comment:

Peppermint Ph.D. said...

These are beautiful! I'd love to read more about Clover Adams :)

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