Today while inventorying my ridiculous and long-buried stash of exposed but undeveloped 35mm film (51 rolls so far) and unexposed, unused and outdated 35mm film (about 30 rolls so of everything from Tri-X to High Contrast Copy film to unidentified mystery stuff), I also came upon a box of small 5×7 prints. One of these reveals Ansel Adams in 1973 when I was in his Yosemite workshop:
Another, also from 1973, discloses Jim Friedman in the presence of his mystery lover: