From the time he took his first job in America at a metal plating factory in 1870 until his death in 1937, Edward Weston strove for perfection. "The fact is that Weston never did and never could relax mentally," wrote David Woodbury in his book, A Measure of Greatness: A Short Biography of Edward Weston. "His preoccupation with whatever he happened to be doing was vast and devastating ... His drive to accomplishment was grim and sometimes brutal." (1)