I remember when an editor at the National Geographic promised to run about a dozen of my landscape pictures from a story on the John Muir trail as an essay, but when the group of editors got together, someone said that my pictures looked like postcards.
Galen RowellAbout author
- Author's profession: Photographer
- Nationality: american
- Born: August 23, 1940
- Died: August 11, 2002
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