Landscapes of the Spirit
© 1996 William Neill, edited 2021


        The beauty of nature motivates and inspires my photography. It nourishes my artistic sensibility and restores my spiritual balance. In landscapes of silent rock, reflecting water, and parting cloud, I feel most connected to myself and to life itself. In the clarity of wilderness light, my mind and my heart are soothed and uplifted by the serenity of Creation. These are landscapes of, and for, my spirit.

        As a child, I was exposed to the joys of the outdoors during family excursions from our home in the San Francisco Bay Area to the great western national parks. My response to nature was based mainly on recreational pursuits until the summer of my 18th year when I took a job in Glacier National Park in Montana. In the middle of that summer, I was stunned to receive a phone call from my father with the news that my only brother, Jim, had suddenly died of a brain aneurysm. Just two years my senior, Jim was my friendly rival but, most importantly, my close friend. I took a redeye flight home to Virginia for the funeral and to help my grief-stricken parents but soon fled back to my summer job in Montana. The trails in Glacier would become the beginning of my path to healing, and would lead me toward a life in photography.

        As I mechanically performed my job, my thoughts whirled with unanswered questions about the premature death of such a kindred spirit and generous soul. Searching for a respite from grief, I backpacked through the wilderness and scrambled up the peaks with a near-desperate vigor. Long, strenuous hikes temporarily soothed my pain and helped me to fall into exhausted sleep at night. At some deep level, the beauty of my surroundings seeped into my subconscious—the lush colors of a meadow dense with wildflowers, the energy of a lightning storm, the clarity of an alpine lake, the splendid perspective from a mountain peak.

        The summer after my brother’s death, I returned to work in Glacier, seeking further immersion in its beauty and by friends who had helped me through this most challenging time in my life. This time I was equipped with a new Kodak Instamatic camera to document my travels for my friends and family. When I returned to college in the fall, I showed my landscape photographs to a friend, full of youthful zeal about my adventures and my new method of sharing them. As she flipped through my prints, she remarked, “You should become a photographer!” She had seen in my casual snapshots what was invisible to me and what my photography professor discerned a year later: a bond with the landscape, captured in two dimensions on film. I wanted to be a photographer from the moment she made her suggestion.

        I scoured bookstores for inspiration, finding it plentiful in the work of Minor White, Wynn Bullock, Edward Weston, Paul Caponigro, Philip Hyde, Eliot Porter, and Ansel Adams. Here were artists dedicated to their art and to the land. I saw that photography could be a powerful tool to protect wilderness and to further the environmental cause. I changed my college major from Political Science to Environmental Conservation. I took courses such as Plant Ecology, Environmental Physics, and Dynamics of Mountain Ecosystems, all of which provided me with an understanding and appreciation of how nature works. My visual explorations also began to capture a spiritual dimension, emerging from my journey of recovery. The beauty I discovered, both harsh and inviting, filled me with a sense of wonder and intimacy. As I reviewed the images I made over those early years, the most striking of them succeeded in reconnecting me to those precious moments of discovery. A life in photography offered a way to return the gift I was receiving—a path to healing and beauty.

        A job with the National Park Service brought me to Yosemite National Park soon after graduation from college. An interval followed as photographer-in-residence at The Ansel Adams Gallery. The spirit of Yosemite took hold of me, and the park became my home. The process of absorbing this extraordinary landscape enriched me profoundly as a photographer over the next two decades. To capture the fine details of my subjects, I decided to change from the 35mm format to a 4×5 view camera. The larger format camera, and the slow, meditative process it encouraged, helped me find a more personal style as I searched for patterns and compositions within the seeming chaos of nature.

        Seeing and feeling beauty is more vital to me than any resulting imagery. When the key elements of photography—light, composition, and emotion—are before me, I am fully engaged yet detached, without expectations. The magic of my discovery—whether the dramatic light of a clearing storm or an intimate detail on the forest floor—recharges my spirit with a sense of wonder. The intensity of the experience makes me feel vibrant and alive, the necessary first step to creating a transcendent image. “Be still with yourself until the object of your attention affirms your presence,” describes Minor White. When I view the resulting transparencies, I have the possibility of reconnecting with these moments of beauty. Ultimately, as Minor White defines it, the most penetrating images reveal the essence of the subject “for what it is . . . and for what else it is.”

        The affirmation of beauty in landscape photography is my passion, in contrast to the genre of landscape photography which depicts “the truth” of the modern landscape, full of power lines, roads, and garbage. While exposing this conflict between man and nature is vital in today’s world, my own artistic and spiritual “truth” lies in depicting and celebrating beauty in what is left of our wild places.

        The inspiration which guides my photographic efforts is inseparable from my need for nature’s gift of solace and spiritual strength—an indispensable refuge for anyone beset with the demands of modern life. My experience has taught me that unspoiled nature is an essential source of healing and enlightenment—“the geography of hope,” as Wallace Stegner so eloquently suggests. Wild landscapes affirm a positive view of life and connect us with a more spiritual ecology.

        I recently returned to Glacier, 23 years removed from my last visit there. I sat in the coffee shop where I had worked and where I had received the news of my brother’s death. Although overwhelming sadness swept over me at the memory, I could look back with satisfaction at my life since that day. The process of healing from tragedy had helped me to find an enduring friend and inspiration in wild places. The photographs collected here bear witness to an awakening to the glories of nature that began many years ago in the mountains of Glacier. May wildness survive, and its spirit continue to heal and sustain us.

William Neill 

Yosemite National Park, July 1996