# 6757-61 / common places • common things ~ omphaloskepsis*

can you see the alchemist at work? ~ all photos (embiggenable)

“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom the emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand wrapped in awe, is as good as dead-his eyes are closed.” ~ Einstein

I HAVE PREVIOUSLY WRITTEN THAT I AM NOT a fan of hi-def photographs. That is photographs which make obvious extreme fine detail and resolution. To my eye and sensibilities they often tend to illustrate everything but reveal nothing. A good example of such is in the comment made by a gearhead who wrote about one of his pictures…

look closely at the fabric on the side of the hat. The detail is there.

Unless the picture was made for the hat manufacturer-fyi, it was not-then capturing the fine fabric is critical to the picture making mission. However, if the mission is to incite an emotional / mental involvement from the non-fabric obsessed viewer or, the non-photo technique obsessed viewer, iMo, who gives a crap about the fabric detail?

And, I might add, looking “closely”at a picture is a sure-fire recipe for missing what a photograph might be “about”. That’s cuz a good photograph is all about the collective visual sum of its parts, not the parts in and of their literal selves. iMo, in a really good photograph, when the sum is good, the overall effect can draw the viewer’s eye across the field of the print in order to investigate some of the parts - an activity that I label as experiencing a photographs visual energy.

All of that written, it explains why I have never been in pursuit of making photographs that exhibit ultra hi-def or, for that matter, photo technique “perfection”. That’s cuz I believe that the best photographs are those that have, albeit most often subtle, a sense of the mysterious. That is to mean, mysterious in the sense of being somewhat enigmatic, i.e. difficult to understand or explain cuz, ya know, some things are best left to a viewer’s imagination.

I know that I am successful in that pursuit cuz, at exhibitions of my photographs or when someone is viewing one of my POD books, the single most common comment / reaction I hear is, “Why did you take a picture of that?” (mystery #1). Followed by, “I don’t know why I like it, but, I do.” (mystery # 2). Reactions that are the result of the fact that my photographs are not stating the obvious. As in, ain’t pictures of beautiful things beautiful.

To be certain, my photographs are not in any manner in the same mystery league as, say, the grand mysteries of the universe. However, I do believe that I am exploring the little mysteries of how the quoditian, aka: everyday life, can mysteriously present, to those whose eyes are not closed, “quiet,” little vignettes that, when pictured with a sense of creating interesting form, produce prints of surprising visual beauty…

…a perfect example of the medium’s alchemistical ability-something of a mystery or is it magic?-to facilitate the nearly inexplicable or mysterious transmutation of the commonplace into the exceptional.

The fact that my eye and sensibilities are captivated by those seeming mysterious “presentations” is, believe it or not, after all these years still a mystery to me.

*aka: navel gazing - the practice as an aid to contemplation of basic principles of the cosmos and human nature

# 6709-12 / landscape • kitchen life • people ~ a time for reckoning?

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RECENTLY A GREAT DEAL OF INK HAS BEEN SPILLED (or keyboards pounded) on TOP and VSL, re: what am I doing here? That is, the respective authors thereof seem to very concerned about their very raison d’etre, blogging wise. So I thought I might chime in on that topic but not on the comments section on those sites cuz, in both cases, the comments are fan-boy inspired I-love-everything-you-do, don’t change anything, I think you are absolutely fabulous.

Right off the top / outa the gate let me write that I do not consider either of these sites as to be about the medium of photography and its apparatus (conventions and practices, not gear).

In the case of VSL, there is never any content about the medium itself. Rather, it is all about-elevated to the level of fetish-the tools of the medium. The author seems to think that he can show us-literally, with pictures-the rather subtle difference in sensors and lenses even though he readily admits that the medium of the interweb, image display wise, pretty much obliviates those differences. Sounds to me a lot like a fools errand.

In the case of TOP, while there is a reasonable amount of content, re: the medium and its apparatus, there is an ever-increasing amount of off-topic content that strays pretty far afield from that of photography. Add to that situation the fact that the blogging platform used by TOP is absolutely unsuited to the display of photographs and what you end up with is a very compromised photography experience. But…

…iMo, the real problem with TOP-for me-is the fact that the author’s first love is the act of writing, not the act of making of photographs. In a sense, he loves to”hear” himself write. Not to mean that he does not enjoy the making of photographs but, I suspect that, if he were to be required to choose between writing or picture making, all his photo gear would be listed for sale on ebay in a NY minute.

I also believe that the author is hindered from creating a more photography-centric blog by his self-professed doubts that; a.) is photography…ending? and, b.) everything to be written about photography has already been written. 2 ideas that I believe are; a.) ridiculous and, b.) even more ridiculous.

In any event, to certain extent, I believe that both authors are old coot hidebound and therefore rather unimaginative, re: how to carry on in the blogging sphere. In a very real sense, they are trapped in a blogging paradigm of their own makings. Nevertheless, it might be interesting to follow where this all ends up inasmuch as it can be amusing to watch a potential train wreck in the making.

BONUS CONTENT - Re: is photography…ending?

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FIRDAY EVENING THE WIFE AND I WENT DOWN the driveway to a restaurant / tavern for dinner only to discover that it was OPEN MIKE NIGHT. Except , quite fortunately, the hitch was that is was open mike for musicians, not for any drunk wanting to sing.

As it turned out it was a lot of fun and very entertaining. The musicians performed individually, in pairs and, eventually all jamming together. As is often the case, I had my INSTAX printer with me so I commenced to making pictures (and prints). Primarily of the musicians but also of the audience.

Just for fun, I had a waitress hand the pictures out, as I made them, to the person pictured. The point was to create a sense of confusion about where the hell these pictures were coming from. Eventually the cat was out of the bag and, when, at the end of the night, the crowd was applauding the various musicians, one musician suggested a round of applause for the guy making the pictures. The crowd turned to me and gave gave a rousing all hail and hardy applause and a few tips of the hat.

I am certain they did that only cuz, ya know, photography is…ending.

# 6680 / people ~ the back story

1967 classic Grip and Grin picture ~ (embiggenable)

THE PICTURE ABOVE IS SIMPLE ENOUGH…that’s me receiving a commendation and a sizable US Savings Bond from the Commanding General after 3 of my photographs (1 each in 3 different categories) had won 1st place each at the Command level, 2 1st place, 1 honorable mention at the Western Pacific level, 3 honorable mentions at the All-Pacfic level . This event-4 months after buying my first ever camera-soon led to my appointment as a US Army photographer. Simple enough but there’s a back story that the photograph does not, and can not, tell…

On the morning of this event, I was showering in my off-base abode (where I lived with my wife). My Summer dress greens were laid out on the bed. After showering and shaving I went to the bedroom and…holy crap. The kitten we had saved from the street-broken tail and all-had left a trail of diarrhea loaded with worms all over my dress greens. Yikes and triple yikes. This presented several problems…

…1) I would have to wear my Winter dress greens. Most definitely contrary to Army Regs. 2) my Winter greens had silver buttons but I only had brass insignias. Army Reg violation # 2. 3) my company commander and 1st Sgt.-who were accompanying me (to share in the glory)-were going have their own defecation events, aka: shitting their pants, when they saw me. 3a) as we all know, shit runs downhill. And last but not least, 4) commanding generals do not become command generals without playing by the rules. In any event, the die was cast and que sera, sera.

It was a long, very quiet ride to Command Headquarters. Visions of reprimands and demotions dancing in our heads. Sweat was everywhere apparent. It was the sweltering heat and humidity for my companions, compounded by heat and humidity + Winter greens for me.

As it turned out, either it was that everybody at headquarters only saw in low-res BW-can’t tell the difference in brass/button disparity in BW-or that everybody decided they had bigger fish to fry-why waste time with an idiotic draftee who didn’t know any better than to show up dressed like he was? But, whatever the reason, if anyone noticed the problems, they chose to ignore it. And, as many of my experiences in the Army can attest, lots of stuff happened that seemed to defy explanation or logic.

FYI, after becoming an Army photographer-apparently no training required-I made, amongst other assignments, at least a jillion grip-and-grin photographs of one kind or another.

And so it began.

# 6671-74 / common things / places • landscape • people ~ TMI

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Hugo + Maggie ~ (embiggenable)

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SOMETHING I DO NOT UNDERSTAND…why would anyone interested in the medium of photography bother to follow a (obstensibly) photo site / blog wherein the author constantly loads it up with chit-chat about swimming / pool / other non-photo activities, coffee, broken refrigerators, audio equipment..hell…even the weather. Reminds me of the few times I was the speaker at some camera club events-do actual go-to-meetin’ camera clubs even still exist?-where the assembled crowd mingled about (pre-speechifying) sipping wine and chit-chatting about all kinds of things other than photography. The exception being, of course, showing off and or talking about a new camera or piece of gear.

Now I’m not suggesting that a camera club meet up should be all photo-talk / business and no play. It is, in fact, a social gathering and it’s normal (almost natural) that people might want to talk-faceo a faceo-about their recent skid into a snowbank, how they got right with their maker or some such conversion before they get down to the business at hand. I get it cuz, unlike visiting a blog, it’s an actual face-to-face gathering / event. I been there, done that.

That written and at least for me, when I am on the interweb looking for interesting photography or interesting writing about the medium and its apparatus (aka: conventions, traditions, and practices), I have no use for those sites that are little more than a (chit) chatroom wherein it becomes all about the author and the inconsequential (photo wise) minutia-verbal, not visual-of his/her daily life.

Quite a while back-3-4 years?-when I was contemplating the direction I wanted to pursue, re: this blog, the one thing I promised my self and readers was that I would never turn it into a my-life chatroom. So far, mission accomplished.

And that is why, as an example, I could write all about my weekend…

…like how the wife and had breakfast in Lake Placid with our daughter and soon-to-depart for college (where he will play college hockey) grandson and describe in detail the bloody mary with pickle I had with breakfast after which I picked up some meds and then went to the framing shop to order a frame for an INSTAX picture a local craft gallery wants to display for sale OR like how on Saturday evening the wife and I went to a newly opened, renovated former ski lodge for a drink and live music and write about the sangria I had and how it compared to the sangria(s) I had in Portugal OR like how on Sunday I played golf on the Lake Placid Club Links Course with the aforementioned about-to-depart grandson and give a detailed account of the course conditions (to include the weather), my score (and how it might effect my USGA handicap index) vs my grandson’s score and whine and complain some more about the idiot 4-some in front of us who refused to let us play through even though there was no one on the course ahead of them…

..but I won’t.

6654-57 / people • flora ~ Qu'est-ce que tu sais "creativity"

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AT SOME POINT OVER THE PAST FEW WEEKS I came across an entry on a blog-don’t remember which-regarding the notion of creativity. I did not like the article for a variety of reasons; the primary reason for that reaction was the fact that, iMo, it was not very creative.

That written, while the author did not dole out the usual drivel that infects the trash heap of how-to-be-creative advice books-use a different angle / POV, photograph in different light, shoot abstracts, try creative blur, etc.-he was selling the idea that creativity flows from challenge. That given a particular “problem” to “solve”-i.e., in the photo world, making interesting pictures-creativity will spring to life. That’s cuz , you know, creative juices will start to flow.

Now I am not writing that there is not a grain of truth in that idea but…if a problem solver does not have an imagination quotient-the faculty or action of forming new ideas, or images or concepts in the mind without any immediate input of the senses-capable of getting outside of the “box”, there ain’t gonna be much tasty “juice” to be had.

I write that keeping in mind the words of Einstein that:

“I believe in intuitions and inspirations…I am enough of the artist to draw freely upon my imagination….imagination is more important than knowledge.”

In that statement, Einstein was not discounting his plentiful knowledge (based upon his study and experimentation, aka: knowledge). Rather, it would be safe to infer that, based upon Einstein’s life work, that in order for one’s imagination to take you to worthwhile places, you need a sturdy foundation of knowledge to build it upon.

Which leads me to my idea of creativity or, at the very least, the source of creativity…the proverbial phrase, you are what you eat.

To wit, while that phrase was originally written to be quite literal-In 1826, the French lawyer Anthelme Brillat-Savarin wrote in Physiologie du Gout, ou Meditations de Gastronomie:

"Dis-moi ce que tu manges, je te dirai ce que tu es." - Tell me what you eat and I will tell you what you are.

-I have always used the phrase as a metaphor of sorts to suggest that what you “eat”-i.e., what things and ideas you surround yourself with*-influence, in fact, determine who you are and how you live your life. Therefore, re: in the world of art and art making, if one is surrounded by a culture of pablum and dreck, chances are that your imagination is limited by that input. Or, to use another common phrase, garbage in, garbage out.

That written, I also believe that not every person has the drive inspired by a native / natural / preternatural desire to probe / “investigate” the boundaries of conventional living and thinking. That is, an innate attraction to exploring new ideas and concepts (in any area of human endeavor). Call it curiosity if you prefer. Being safe, not sorry, is the order of the day in their world.

All of the preceding written, I believe the most creative act in the making of photographs is the decision / inclination toward what to photograph. That is to write, the answer to the question, what is it that you want to “eat”? However…

…once answered, that choice leads to yet another “problem” to be solved. The concept of …

It ain’t what you eat, it’s the way how you chew it. ~ Sleepy LaBeef (album title)

… which is a topic for another entry.

*Ok, ok. There’s also the DNA / genetic thing.

# 6645-50 / places • people • things ~ my change over day in pictures

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YESTERDAY MORNING I CLOSED OUT MY 76th year on the planet and began the first day of my 77th year on the planet first day with a walk around the neighborhood to check out the rain results on our local river and brook. Both were raging and roaring up to, but not over, flood stage level. Returning home I got into my normal morning wake up routine which goes as follows…

Coffee, coffee, coffee

coffee, coffee

coffee

Everybody shut up

coffee

Next up, around noon, I picked up a good friend (since grammar school) and went to lunch where I made an instax picture / print of our friendly bartender /waitress. After a very leisurely repast + a tipple of Lagavulan 16 (all praise the peat), we headed out to return my friend to his home. During the drive we drove straight into yet another rain storm. And, after arriving at my house, I and the cat lounged through an hour-and-a-half thunder storm. Me on the bed reading and he under the bed hiding.

Next up, the wife arrived home from work and I made a call to our local liquor store to inquire about the anticipated arrival of a unique whiskey, Fuji Japanese Whisky, I had requested that they find and order. Lo and behold, it had arrived on the very day of the beginning of my 77th year.

So, after the wife retrieved said whisky, we spent a relaxing 2 hours on our back porch inbibing and watching the rain clouded sky transition into a soft, drifting clouds sunset.

It was a nice day.

BTW, the pictures in this entry appear in top-bottom, chronological order.

# 6630-33 / people • places • things ~ patterns created by the pointer

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IN AN ARTICLE IN TODAY’S NY TIMES THE AUTHOR writes that an exhibit, “Love Songs: Photography and Intimacy” at ICP, “…reveals the camera’s limitations as well as strengths when it comes to depicting romance..…[it] is as much about what photography can’t do as about what it can.” He also wrote:

Love Songs” left me wondering if the theatricality of posing and the ambiguity of still images undercut the capacity of photography to document intimacy. Various art forms afford different advantages and limitations. Novels are best at describing the complex charms and vicissitudes of love, which is why so many of these artists resort to texts along with images.

Re: the medium’s ability to “document”-or is it “depict”?-or convey feelings, emotions, concepts, or thoughts and the like is, iMo, at best, very limited. The medium’s strength-in fact it’s very raison d’être-is to depict / illustrate, by means of its intrinsic relationship to the real, the physical properties of that toward which a picture maker points* his/her picture making device. A strength that results in the creation of ipictures that are interesting to look at.

Does that mean that a photograph cannot incite thoughts or feelings? Absolutely not. However, any thoughts and or feelings that a photograph might incite has as much to do, if not more so than the picture maker’s intent, with what the viewer brings to the viewing - knowledge about the referent (aka: a people, place, or thing), a shared experience with that which is depicted, a viewer’s emotional state and art sensibilities to name just a few possibilities.

So, if a photograph, in and of itself, is a poor medium for conveying any meaning / message / concept beyond the most elementary, it begs the question, “How does a photographer capture and hold the attention of a viewer of his / her photographs?”

For some, the answer is simple…picture grand vistas (natural and urban), dramatic light, saturated colors, dramatic POV angles, and like. And, by all means, keep it simple. The referent is everything. For others, the answer is found in the pursuit of creating interesting form no matter the referent. A quality that flows from a personal vision. A vision that revolves around the pursuit of capturing the visually correct moment / opportunity to make an exposure, aka: the decisive moment**. As John Szarkowski wrote…

*One might compare the art of photography to the act of pointing. It must be true that some of us point to more interesting facts, events, circumstances, and configurations than others. [...] The talented practitioner of the new discipline would perform with a special grace, sense of timing, narrative sweep, and wit, thus endowing the act not merely with intelligence, but with that quality of formal rigor that identifies a work of art, so that we would be uncertain, when remembering the adventure of the tour, how much our pleasure and sense of enlargement had come from the things pointed to and how much from a pattern created by the pointer.

Re: “a pattern created by the pointer” - the “pattern” flows from the pointer’s personal vision. The point being that it does not matter what one points his/her picture making device toward. Rather, it is about how the pointed at referent is seen by the pointer and made visible in the resulting photograph.

Pick a well known / respected picture maker-Shore, Meyerowitz, Eggleston, Evans, Frank, Mann, Cartier-Bresson and so on. Take your pick. The beauty of their work is not so much about what they pictured but, rather, how they pictured it as an expression driven by their individual vision. And, iMo, it is worth noting that the pictures created with their unique vision are straightforward and honest depictions of the real, devoid of any art sauce, cheap tricks / gimmicks, or convoluted technical gymnastics.

All of the above written, I think it kinda sheds a new light on the idea of point and shoot.

**decisive moment as Cartier-Bresson intended it to mean: decisive not because of the exterior event but because in that moment the flux of changing forms and patterns is sensed to have achieved balance and clarity and order-because the image became, for a instant, a picture.

# 6621-23 / common places • common things • people ~ a public pageantry of people on parade

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mode de rue ~ Paris, France (embiggenable)

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IF COMMENTS FROM THOMAS AND DENNIS ON my last entry are any indication, I apparently created confusion, re: my idea of street photography. While I thought that the pictures in the entry might make my what is street photography? idea fairly clear, I believe the confusion culprit is the phrase “…can be done anywhere and people do not have to be present in the photo”. So, let me give it another go using my own words, as opposed to quoting those from some else. Smiply put…

iMo, to my eye and sensibilities, street photography is the surreptitious act of making candid pictures which depict people, in public places (primarily man-made environments), displaying gestures, expressions, body language, including quirky / spontaneous / curious situations and relationships to others and/or their immediate environment, and the like.

No. I do not believe any of Sir Ansel’s pictures of the natural world are street photographs. They are landscape photographs. While I appreciate-and make-street scenes devoid of people, I do not consider them to be street photography. No. They are urban landscapes.

All of that written, it should go without writing (as he writes it while writing it nevertheless) that street photography can be many different things to many different people. Ultimately, that’s OK with me cuz, I don’t give a damn what a picture might be labeled as. I care only about whether, or not, any picture (any genre) is, iMo and to my eye and sensibilities, a good picture.