Since you lot might be the only people who understand (no-one else seems to)....! I just want to tell someone. I at last realised my dream yesterday and visited the exhibition of Ansel Adams prints on show in London, England.
Was it worth getting up at 4:30am and home at 9:15pm and the not-inconsiderable expense (including the lost rail fare when I couldn't travel in February), to fly to London just to go to this (the gallery staff couldn't believe I'd made the journey solely to visit this exhibition)? Yes. And 'yes' a thousand times.
I know many of us think that Adams is a bit passť and really not a great artist in the league of such as Weston or Strand. But when your love is landscape and you see these prints, as opposed to reproductions in a book, ..... well!
I'll probably never have the chance to see these again. For me it was just a hugely emotionally charged experience. Have you ever had tears in your eyes looking at a picture? I appreciate 99% of the population will just not get that, but as Adams himself said, quoting Stieglitz, "You either get it or your don't. There's nothing written on the back telling you what it is you're meant to get".