WORDS  of  the  EARTH



[Copyright: SIERRA  CLUB, 1960]


       from the foreword . . .

His work reveals a strange and compelling beauty; it is not obscure, oblique, mechanical, or intellectual, but is the evidence of a great insight and intuitive power,It moves the spirit; then, because it is so simple and direct, it moves the mind and the conscience . . .

    What is offered here is not merely a collection of nostalgic and beautiful pictures and poetic text, but a profound revelation of a most uncommon man, who, despite avalanches of problems and distractions, held fast to the essential dream. I regret there must be a date on this work, because, in essence, it is


Cedric Wright, 1899 - 1959

Photograph by Ansel Adams (circa 1925)

 from the jacket . . .

IN THE HIGH SIERRA wilderness country that is the climax of what John Muir liked to call the Range of Light, Wright fell in love with the high world even as Muir had, and each summer brought him closer to its forms, its moods, its tones, its light -- and to the thousand textures that unfolded as the trail turned or as a trailess slope opened up on a broad sweep or an intimate glen that no man had seen before.

     Oh, others may have stood there, yes. But none could see what he saw, not until with black cloth and box he had worked his magic, had captured and carried away the essence of beauty without harming a hair of it, had printed and fixed his image, h ad let others see it at last, far from where it was, and had led them, in that way,to look for it and find it next time . . .