Edward Weston's death.

On February 1946, 1 1, Edward opened a large retrospective exhibition at the new york Museum of Modern Art. In Nancy newhall's preface, "For him, the long memories focus on today; In a recent letter, he wrote: "I am a prolific, mass-produced and omnivorous explorer." New themes have sprung up in his recent works. All signs point to a new horizon. "

However, with the deterioration of physical condition, the divorce from Kelly and the torture of Parkinson's symptoms, Edward's understanding of life in his later years showed some sadness, helplessness and despair. Although his son Cole will carry him to the headland of Lobos to take photos, he unconsciously took pictures of many dead birds, dead trees and garbage washed up on the beach by the waves with death as the core. The tone of his photos is deeper than ever, and quite a few photos are more personal and symbolic than before.

In the early morning of the first day of the New Year (1958), Edward quietly sat on the porch outside Carmel's house and died. His ashes were scattered between the water and rocks at Lobos Point.

For freedom, ideals, intransigence and a little indulgence, Edward Weston lived in poverty almost all his life. When he died, his bank account was only $300, and he didn't get rich by himself like many other artists. During his 46-year photography career (from 1902 to 1948), he donated 502 photos to the Wellington Library in the United States, including 1 13 photos of the Los Angeles Museum of Urban Art, 832 photos of the University of California and1848 photos of Arizona. Edward's obsession with photography even permeated the people around him. His lover Tina, his second son Brett, his fourth son Cole and his grandson Du Jin became successful photographers one after another. Edward's legendary life and thousands of black-and-white photos handed down to later generations are a legacy that transcends the times and is still speculated and tasted by people who have followed him for a long time.