“I can get—for me—a far greater sense of ‘color’ through a well-planned and executed black-and-white image than I have ever achieved with color photography,” he wrote in 1967. For Adams, who could translate sunlight’s blinding spectrum into binary code perhaps more acutely than anyone before or since, there was an “infinite scale of values” in monochrome. Color was mere reality, the lumpy world given for everyone to look at, before artists began the difficult and honorable job of trying to perfect it in shades of gray.”
