So, you are in Carmel for a few hours one morning. You wander around and see photography everywhere – espresso shops, clothing stores, restaurants, you name it. Along with some interesting and compelling work you see photographs – some with very high price tags attached – that you would not show in public if you had done them yourself. You grumble. You are even a bit angry. You wonder, “Does someone actually buy that stuff?”

But there is hope.

You wander over a block from the main drag and cleanse your photographic palate at the Weston Gallery where it is quiet and absolutely first rate work hangs on the walls. All is once again right with the world.