# 6827-29 / around the house ~ a world of shapes

A round straw hat, the funnel leaning left, the stairway leaning right, the white drawbridge with its railings made by circular chains, white suspenders on the back of a man in the steerage below, round shapes of iron machinery, a mast cutting into the sky, making a triangular shape … I saw shapes related to one another. I was inspired by a picture of shapes and underlying that a feeling I had about life.” ~ Alfred Stieglitz

When confronted by a scene of abject human misery and defeat, Alfred Stieglitz saw the scene as a composition, a “picture of shapes” that bore no relationship to the facts–albethey factually described–of the scene itself. The picture–The Steerage–is hailed by some critics as one of the greatest photographs of all time because it captures in a single image both a formative document of its time and one of the first works of artistic modernism.

Re: Modernism: Stieglitz, together with O’Keeffe, was considered to be amongst those who helped start the American Modernism movement; O’Keeffe with her paintings and Stieglitz with his photography and his gallery. Photography wise, Stieglitz, who began his photography career as a Pictorialist, eventually rejected Pictorialism–extensively manipulated photographs intended to be “artistic”–and adopted and advocated the practice of straight photography–a “pure” picture making technique that utilized the medium’s intrinsic, authentic characteristics.

Stieglitz was convinced that, if photography were to rise to the status of fine art, the medium had to free itself from its mimicry of painting and embrace its ability to describe, with clarity and fidelity, the facts of real life. Concurrent with the embrace of straight photography was an idiom bending shift away from symbolist referents to those evincing a sense of realism, in particular, the facts of everyday life, aka: the commonplace.

All of the above written, it would suggest that straight photography became a thing 'round about the creation of The Steerage photo which was made in 1907. OK, granted that was a momentous moment in the history of the medium but, the question remains, what makes the photo one of the greatest photographs of all time?

In addition to being one of the first, if not the actual first, straight photograph to be considered as fine art, it might also be the first photograph made in a Formalist tradition; i.e. a photograph that was made prioritizing the form or structure of the work over its content–the creator, aka: Stieglitz, was focused on elements like line, tone, space, shapes (elements of art) over historical context or societal impact. It would appear that Stieglitz was intent on creating an ideal image, a nearly Platonic belief in an ideal visual form.

The photograph points up to the extent to which so much (but not all) fine art photography relates to the commonplace, but doing so as part of an attempt, by the intervention of the photographer’s eye, to transform the most obvious of things into their unique potential as objects (aka, prints). It is as if everything waits to be photographed cuz it can only evince its apotheosis, as it were, in the image that reveals that ideal potential in visual terms.

All of the above written, it can be considered 2 ways; a.) as a very accurate description of my picturing making M.O. inasmuch as I strive to create photographs that exhibit “ideal visual form” as I see it in the quotidian world. My intent is not to imply / suggest that beauty can be found everywhere. Rather, my intent is to create a thing / an object, i.e. a photographic print, that is, in and of itself, beautiful (or, at least, visually interesting), or, b.) to suggest that I believe, iMo, that the overwhelming number of all-time “great” photographers, especially those who practice straight photography, think, see, and photograph in a manner not unlike that of Steiglitz.

# 6818-26 / travel ~ there and back again

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BACK HOME AFTER OUR 1200 MILE INTERSTATE HWY trek–the wife and I departed 3PM Thursday last, returned 7PM Sunday–to Pittsburgh and back home again. Stayed in a apt/condo in a converted church and checked off all but one of the must-dos on my list …. watched the Fighting Irish trounce the Pitt Panthers, ate the mandatory Primanti Bros. sandwich (meat+cheese+fries+cole slaw+2 slices of tomato all sandwiched between fresh, thick slices of Italian bread), dinner at Max’s Allegheny Tavern (a favorite)–German / Bavarian food (had 5 potato pancakes with my meal), and beers at a neighborhood “dive” bar. Didn’t make to my favorite cigar shop. Thrown in for good measure–in fact, very good measure–there was diner and an evening with a couple good friends and enjoying the company of our grandson from the moment we arrived in Pittsburgh until the moment we left–he stayed with us after he drove over from West Virginia where is attending college.

Making photographs was very much a catch-as-catch-can undertaking. There was too much going on to take a picture making walk about. What is posted here is pretty much the sum of it.

# 6815-17 /sink • around the house • landscape ~ every thing is perfect

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COMMENTS FROM GEARHEADS NEVER CEASE to amaze me; a recent case in point:

Wonderful pictures! A perfect subject for your OM-3 and that fantastic lens.”

Ignoring the fact that the pictures in question could have been made with the use of just about any “decent” camera / picture making device, analog or digital, who the hell looks at “wonderful” pictures and comes up with that comment? Not to mention the fact that, as a long-time Olympus guy, I have never identified a “perfect subject” for my Oly cameras.

I am off on a 10 hour drive to Pittsburgh, Pa. to watch the Fighting Irish vs the Pitt Panthers football game and hang out with some friends. Will make some pictures.

# 6812-14 / autumn • landscape • common places ~ here it is

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Given that true intellectual and emotional compatibility
are at the very least difficult if not impossible to come by
we could always opt for the more temporal gratification
of sheer physical attraction …. That wouldn't make you a shallow person would it? Lyle Lovett ~ Here I AM song lyrics

I HAVE LONG BEEN A FAN OF LYLE LOVETT’S MUSIC so, when I read this on TOP ….

The stories behind what the pictures show are as important or even more important than the things you can see…..I'm not saying that there's anything wrong with pleasant little pictorial experiences, or wandering around to see what "catches your eye," or enjoying patterns, tones, or pretty colors ….

…. I modified it to suit my purposes in this entry:

Given that true meaning and significance
are at the very least difficult if not impossible to come by in a photograph
we could always opt for the more temporal gratification
of sheer visual attraction …. That wouldn't make you a shallow person would it?

In the spirit of first things first, let me get my pique out of the way––re: the author’s, iMo, dismissive pejorative, I'm not saying that there's anything wrong with pleasant little pictorial experiences, or wandering around to see what "catches your eye," or enjoying patterns, tones, or pretty colors, emphatically pissed me the hell off. I mean WTF, let me count the ways …..

…. let’s start with; “enjoying patterns, tones, or pretty colors” Really? denigrating 3 of the 7 elements of art? Then, let’s move on to “pleasant little pictorial experiences” I really do not know how to address this other than to ask, what the hell is wrong with a “little” (or “large” for that matter) pictorial experience? –– every photograph is a pictorial experience cuz, for fuck’s sake, photography is a visual medium. And, iMo, if the author is trying to convince the reader––or me in particular––that the “meaning” in a photograph is what elevates a picture from “little” to “large”, I would opine that his intellect has gotten out too far ahead of his eyes.

In the spirit of honest disclosure, the part of the author’s discourse that really annoyed me was the inferred suggestion that wandering around to see what "catches your eye" is a somewhat lazy(?), un-serious(?), mindless(?) manner of picture making. The reason that comment ruffled my feathers / got my dander up is simple––it’s cuz that is exactly how I photograph. And, I would strongly suggest that that––at least so In the Fine Art World of photography––is exactly the M.O. of most picture makers. Which, FYI, does mean that, in the service of expressing their picture making intent, they most likely do “wander around” looking for specific picture making opportunities that, no duh, “catch their eye”.

Moving on to “The stories behind what the pictures show are as important or even more important than the things you can see”, I call BS. Although this idea of content over image is the current mantra of the Academic Lunatic Fringe, as far as I am concerned, IFAW pictures are, first, meant to be seen and experience how/what they cause me to “feel”, and then, second, if at all, to be “read”. And, I might add, I don’t need no art-speaky drivel to tell me what to see, feel or think.

All of that written, I hope that opting for the more temporal gratification of sheer visual attraction doesn’t make me a shallow person.

In closing, an opinion from Susan Sontag:

Standing alone, photographs …. which cannot themselves explain anything …. promise an understanding they cannot deliver. In the company of words, they take on meaning, but they slough off one meaning and take on another with alarming ease ….

#6794-96 / common places-things • autumn • food ~ autumnal pleasures

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I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON AN ENTRY FOR THE PAST 4-5 days that requires that I “get it right”. The entry is a follow up to my last entry wherein I suggested that I believe that most “…. hardcore / driven-to-make-pictures photographers consider their bodies of work to be their ‘greatest’ hit”. In the new entry I discuss general ideas about bodies of work and, here’s the get-it-right part, I also discuss my bodies of work and how they came into being. That written, the entry is about 70.85% complete and should be ready shortly.

In the meantime here are few pictures made over the past few days during an early-arriving Indian Summer–i.e. a period of unseasonably warm, sunny, and hazy weather that occurs in late autumn, usually late October and sometimes into November, after a period of cool temperatures.

Indian Summer is specially delightful when, after pulling out long sleeve shirts, sweaters, and turning on the household heat, we sit, lightly dressed / libations in hand, on our back screened-in porch at the end of the day, listen to the quiet, watch the sun go down and the moon, in this case, the harvest moon come up knowing full well what will follow, weather wise.

Coincidentally, round about Indian Summer time, the concord grapes are in. That means I must turn my attention to making several concord grape pies. There many things I like about Autumn but, near the top of the list is a slice of warm grape pie along with a glass of fresh, cold apple cider. FYI, all of the ingredients for the above are grown an harvested within a few miles of my home.

# 6744-48 / common places-things • picture windows • adirondack survey ~ magnum opus

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Our artist in the Adirondacks has contrived to tell us his own story, in his graphic way, with the pencil camera, and explanation by the pen is therefore hardly necessary.” ~ excerpt from from the Saturday, September 21, 1872, edition of Appleton’s Journal featuring a wood engraving entailed “Our Artist in the Adirondacks”.

MY An Adirondack Survey / in plain sight BODY OF WORK IS APPROACHING the 650 pictures mark. Inasmuch as that number will continue to increase (where it will end, nobody knows) raises several questions. The most obvious one; whether (or not) it is time for some serious editing? Ya know, get the number down to a more “manageable” body of work. Next question; what about providence, aka: making a provision for the future? Ya know, I want the work to pass on after I pass on. After all, it is my magnum opus.

RE: editing? - simple answer: not gonna happen. While the body of work, as it currently exists, could be edited down to a more manageable number of so-called “greatest hits”, that procedure would, for all intents and purposes, dilute–if not completely destroy–the essence of what, iMo, the body of work is about; quotidian life in the Adirondack Park*. Here’s the thing ….

…. if the Adirondack Park were to be a state, it would rank as the 37th largest in the US. Within the blue line–the line drawn in blue to define its borders when the Park was created in 1892–there are 105 towns and villages with approximately 130,000 year-round residents. Yes, the Park is considered to be–and marketed as–an outdoor, natural world playground (with some nice civilized amenities throw in), but the fact is that it is also a place where the residents go about the business of paying the rent of daily living. In other words, it’s a big place with a big story, so to speak.

That written, realistically, I realize that I will most likely have to edit the collection down–for exhibition / book purposes–to approximately 300-400 photographs. FYI, that number will be determined by the number of folio edition photo books I am creating (see below).

RE: providence? - I believe that this body of work is an important collection; nothing like it has ever been undertaken. Fact is, most picture makers, tourist and accomplished locals, make, almost exclusively, pictures of the “grand” outdoors / natural landscape. If you want a picture of the Adirondack natural landscape, they are–or should be–a dime a dozen. ASIDE truth be told, I have sold–with a very hefty price tag–quite of number of that type of picture END ASIDE.

With this body of work, the major challenge for me is to find an art institution that will acquire the body of work. To that end, I will be creating 8-10 photo books (several copies of each), serial folio-edition style, each book containing 30 photographs that I will be circulating to a number of institutions.

Needless to write, I have my work cut out for me.

* An anecdote … early on I showed my first An Adirondack Survey / in plain sight photo book (70 photographs) to a couple I was just introduced to. From the art they had on the walls of their home (we were there for dinner), I judged them to be rather art conscious so I pulled out the book and they, separately, took the time to look through it, front to back. The initial comment from the wife, seconded by her husband, was, for me, quite telling …. she said that they had just returned home from a trip out side the Park and what immediately struck her about the work / book was that it expressed an overwhelming feeling of their recent drive through the Park.

Needless to write, I was delighted to know that they “got it”. And, that was confirmed when they each picked out 1 photo apiece for purchase to hang in their home.

# 6736-43 / common places - (un)common things • landscape • adk vernacular ~ out and about

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UPDATE # 1 It required 2 days of effort but I have finally set up PS as a reasonable facsimile of my older and familiar version of PS. While it is loaded with–some might say “bloated” with–lots of new tools / capabilities, I have yet to find one that I need. And, FYI, the guy at B&H was wrong; this basic version Mac Book works quite fine with PS.

UPDATE # 2 Attended the iPhone Workshop. The best part was when the instructor began–about a third of the way into it–to say, ”let’s let Mark answer that question.”

THE WIFE AND I ATTENDED A DINNER AND A LECTURE–Adirondack folk music and stories–at Great Camp Sagamore..….

Great Camp Sagamore was constructed by William West Durant on Sagamore Lake–owned by Durant–between 1895 and 1897. The camp, which was sold in 1901 to the Vanderbilts, is arranged in two complexes a half-mile apart, the Upper, or worker's complex–homes, church, store, school, work spaces: most employees were year round residents–and the Lower, or guest complex, 27 buildings in all. The guests would not have frequented the worker's complex, as the buildings at the Upper complex are much more utilitarian than those in the Guest complex, and without the embellishment of the buildings designed for entertaining. Sagamore served as a sylvan setting in which the richest families in America could relax, party, and get a feeling of returning to nature. All of this, however, was accomplished without leaving the comforts of civilization behind.

After it was purchased by Alfred Gwynne Vanderbilt, he expanded and improved the property to include flush toilets, a sewer system and hot and cold running water. He later added a hydroelectric plant and an outdoor bowling alley with an ingenious system for retrieving the balls. Other amenities included a tennis court, a croquet lawn, a 100,000 gallon reservoir, and a working farm. ~ from Wikipedia

Prior to the event, we stopped at a funky little bar in the nearby village of Raquette Lake, pop. 115, for a drink. I had a Utica Club beer. A beer which is forever embedded in my childhood memories as a result of the Utica Club tv commercials featuring Schultz and Dooley, the talking beer steins.

# 6714-16 / common places-things • people ~ OT interim entry

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THE WIFE AND I ATTENDED THE MICHIGAN-FEST YESTERDAY. The festival has nothing tho do with the state of Michigan but rather, it is all about a local food commodity, aka: the Michigan hot dog. No one knows how the word “Michigan” was applied to the thing–a steamed all-beef hot dog in a steamed bun, topped with a seasoned meat sauce–but it has been suggested that perhaps the man (a traveling salesman?) who “invented” it while he was in Plattsburgh might have been from Detroit, Michigan.

In should be noted that I am not a Michigan fan. First, and foremost, a good hot dog–some are not so good–should never be boiled cuz, after all, we are not British. In addition, the meat sauce, despite the ingredients, is most often rather bland and does not have much singe. Put the combination in a plain white hot dog bun and the result is, iMo, rather bland.

So, you might be wondering, why the hell did we go to the Michigan-fest? With nothing else on our Saturday schedule and it being a fine Summer day, I thought that maybe that, with a gathering of multiple Michigan venders–food trucks and restaurants–there just might be some interesting variations on the Michigan recipe. But alas, that was not the case. Apparently, diverging from the tried and true is just not in the cards. It is, when all is said done, a very popular item hereabouts so why mess with success? Nevertheless, it was a relaxing afternoon having a couple good beers in the beer garden, meeting and conversing with a few interesting people.

FYI, I made the SUNY Plattsburgh DEI table photo cuz no one was visiting it. The wife and I had just watched the South Park episode, Sermon on the 'Mount .…

…. wherein Cartman is grappling with the loss of his ability to offend the world, raging that, in Trump’s second term “woke shit is off limits” and that his unique brand of bigoted misanthropy has become the norm…”now everyone rips on the Jews .… it’s OK to say retarded”, plus the devastating news that President Trump canceled NPR, thus ending Cartman’s limitless free access to hearing liberals whine about current events cuz, as Cartmen laments, “That was like the funniest shit ever.” ….

So, I took the fact that no one was stopping at the DEI booth as a sure indication that, as Carmtan fears, “WOKE IS DEAD” and made the photo. A sad, sad sign of the times.