# 5771-73 / landscape ~ a simple question, re: 11

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AUTUMN FOLIAGE/COLOR IS UPON US. NOT QUITE PEAK BUT GETTING CLOSE. Along with the arrival of the color is the arrival of the so-called leaf peepers who, every man, woman, and child amongst them is armed with picture making device of one kind or another.

The collective result of all of this picture making will inevitably be, not unlike quitarist Nigel Tufnel (This Is Spinal Tap) who turned it (his amp) up to 11, fall color pictures with the saturation turned up-via apps, effects, and processing-to "11". Cuz, as you know, nothing exceeds like excess (especially in America).

Why is it that the beauty of the natural world as it actually exists is never enough for the massses? And, concurrent picture making wise, can the masses ever get enough of the "grand and glorious" of the natural world?

#5767-70 / landscape (rist camp)•kitchen sink (rist)•kitchen life•civilized ku ~ back to my regular routine

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BACK HOME AGAIN. SITTING AT MY DESKTOP WORK STATION for the first time in 7 week. Lots of image files from recent travels to copy / organize.

However, my biggest task is ongoing work-started at Rist Camp-on an entry in which my intent is to articulate, ultimately for my own satisfaction (and for anyone else who might care to read), why I make pictures and how I see the world (which is the foundation on which my vision is based). This exercise might read something like an artist statement but I think of it as a life of picture making statement.

Don't know when this exercise will be completed since I am taking my time cuz I want to get it right. In the meantime, I will keep on posting entries on a more regular timeline now that I am back home.

# 5762-66 / civilized ku+weird civilized ku•rist camp ~ grasping at straws

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AS IS USUALLY THE CASE, AS OUR TIME AT Rist Camp is soon coming to end, Autumn color is heading toward peak color. By our departure at the end of this week color should be at or around 70-80%.

In any event, I recently came across the following call for submissions...

As an artist, I have always been intrigued with the invisible – seeking out connections between science, environment and human behavior. Yet the world has transformed exponentially. We are experiencing a change....where invisible threats have become illuminated within our global society. Through visual art, how does one explore, engage, or connect in the midst of such intensity and turmoil? Has science effected your perspective of the world, either physically or emotionally? Has your perception been altered? Do you feel you’ve gained new insight? Within loosely interpreted boundaries of Art + Science, I ask you to consider themes for this call that are a result of your shifting perspective, placing emphasis on the Heart of the Matter.

...a call which left me perplexed and struggling to decipher exactly-or even approximately-what kind of picture I might make (and the judges might like) that would illustrate "the invisible". I mean, how the hell can someone toil in a visual medium-that is, one connected to the "real" world-and make pictures of the invisible?

Which is not to write that it is not possible to make pictures of intangibles, aka: a concept. Considered the "concept" of love....I have never been able to touch love but I have felt a lover's touch-an act which can be pictured. Such a picture, when made with insight and sensitivity would stand a good chance of being perceived as an illustration / illumination of the the concept / idea of love. But, then again not always cuz, given the medium's amibguity, some-dependent upon a viewer's emotional, mental state and life experience-such a picture might be viewed as violation of personal space or, in cases, as pornography.

re: the medium's ambiguity - because the idea of what a picture might mean is primarily dependent upon what a viewer brings to the the viewing thereof, a picture is often accompanied with a caption / title. iMo, the simpler the caption / title the better, inasmuch as the medium is a visual art, not a literary art. And therein is my ptoblem with the aforementioned call for pictures...

It should be obvious to most who follow this blog that the call for pictures was issued from the within ranks of the Academic Lunatic Fringe school of picture making. A school of picture making from which, to my eye and sensibilities, I have rarely ever viewed a picture or body of work that is truly visually interesting. And, in fact, a picture that is not accompanied by a 1000 words-artpspeak + narcissistic pyschobabble-or more in an attempt to explain what the picture or body of work is about.

All of that written, I will not be answering the call for pictures. However, if anyone out there has any ideas about a suitible referent for the making of a picture about the "invisible", feel free to leave a comment.

# 5758-61 / kitchen sink (rist)•landscape•rist camp ~ the king is dead, long live the king

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OVER THE PAST 2 DECADES, AS the analog photo world was being swallowed whole by the digital photo world, there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

The clatter, of course, was all of the caterwauling, re: the sky is falling and/or the end of photography as we knew it. To be certain, for some-think KODAK-the sky did indeed fall. However, for the picture makers in the crowd, well...the fact is, we just kept on making pictures.

Sure, sure, you might venture, but there was a change. Sure, sure, I would venture but adding, the more things change the more they remain the same. You know what I mean...for example, be it analog or digital, a "real" camera still has aperture, shutter speed, and focusing "mechanisms". Hell, even a cameraphone module can have the same via photo apps.

And, sure, sure, the sky fell for the analog photo lab industry but virtually every "serious" picture maker I know, print making is alive and well. And, much of that output ends up 0n gallery-or the like-walls. Hell, even the wonderful, "dumpy" little diner pictured in my last entry had 5 20x30 inch prints for sale on their walls.

So, all of that written, when I encounter / read crappola like the following-via VSL/Kirk Tuck...

Photography as I practiced it ten, twenty and thirty years ago is pretty much dead now. Frequent shows of prints in galleries, and print sales to individuals seem absolutely passé....Images are now a consumable and not a physical collectible, object.... [cuz, according to Kirk] it all gets crunched down onto a screen.

...I feel like I have to respond.

With all due respect to Mr. Tuck-anyone who has made a steady, good living in the commercial photo world deserves respect-I 100% disagree with his sentiments as quoted above inasmuch as I practiced photography (commercial and personal) starting 50 years ago and, from my perspective, the making of pictures has not changed one tiny bit. That is, unless one is concerned gear and technique. But even then, the one constant-the most important concept-has not changed at all...gear and technique never made a picture, it is the picture maker who makes a picture. As you know, hopefully, cameras do not make a good / great picture any more than a typewriter (or the modern equivalent thereof) makes a good / great novel.

All of that written, I also disagree with Kirk's notion that...

Cameras have superseded photography as "the" hobby. So we long time practitioners will find it hard to give up the pursuit of gear.

I understand that sentitmnet coming from Mr. Tuck inasmuch as I believe his picture is in the dictionary along the definition of "gearhead". However, gearheads have been part of the photo world seemingly since its inception, especially so in the "serious" amateur world. Most pro picture makers, myself included, found the gear which they needed to suit their picture making and they tended to stick with it throughout their entire careers. The exception being those whose careers spanned the analog to digital eras.

All of the mentioned specifics in this entry aside, I guess my ultimate bitch is with nostalgia that is based upon specious / false / "romanizied" rememberances of things past, aka: the good old days.

# 5753-57 / civilized ku•landscape ~ taking a break from taking a break

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RICK PRESTON ASKED,

Are you thinking of stopping this blog? I hope not....I come for the photos and for the occasional dig at those grumpy grandpas at TOP.

My response: No. I am not thinking of stopping this blog.

That written, the wife and I took a 2 day break from our 6 week break at Rist Camp. She had a conference to attend in Cooperstown, NY (a 3 hour drive from Rist Camp). ASIDE: if you did not know, Cooperstown is a small, pictureque / quaint village-at the foot of Otsego Lake in eastern mid-state NY-which is home the National Baseball Hall of Fame. END OF ASIDE.

It has been 30 years or more since I have been to the Baeball Hall of Fame, even though I have been to Cooperstown about 8 times over those 30 years - several times for a couple of gallery photo exhibits and, of course, for few other of the wife's conferences. And, it was while I accompanied the wife for one of her Cooperstown conferences that I attended, at the Fenimore Art Museum, a very engaging photo exhibition, "HERB RITTS / The Rock Portraits.

In any event, I enjoy visits to Cooperstown cuz, while the wife does her conference thing, amongst other things, I get to golf on a beautiful course-albeit, iMo, at $130.00US a round, a bit over-priced-that is part of the hotel and I get eat breakfast at the Cooperstown Diner.

# 5751-52 / landscape ~ thinking of Thomas Cole

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IT STANDS TO REASON THAT SINCE I AM at Rist Camp, within a 1/4 mile of the Hudson River-the mighty Hudson is 20 feet wide at this point-that I would make a Hudson River School like picture.

FYI, I detest the ubiquitous blazing sunset, cliche sunset picture. When confronted with a blazing sunset my standard SOP, if I am inclined to make a picture, is to turn 90-180 degrees away from the sunset and look for a more subtle expression of the event. Fortunately for me, Rist Camp is oriented to the north at about 90 degrees away fron the setting sun.

That orientation means I do not have to get out of my Adirondack chair (on the front porch) to make a Hudson River School like picture (when nature presents such a visage to my eye and sensibilities).

# 5744-50 / nocturnal • landscape • people ~ round and round it goes, where it stops nobody knows

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BEEN OUT AND ABOUT DOING A VARIETY OF ACTIVITIES. Hikes, night walks, evening dining cruise, tourist cabin searches, to name a few. Also revisited my favorite Adirondack glacial erratic-16 ft tall and fractured. And, I am making a surprising number of pictures.

All of that written, as I sit here making this blog entry, I continue to be rather flummoxed, re: trying to imagine a continuing direction / purpose for this blog.

The fact of the matter is, to be quite honest, I wonder about the viability of the entire photo blog milieu. It seems to me that the only photo blogs with "legs" are those which fester on gear or those that offer up a healthy dose of the cult of personality...2 topics which hold very little interest for me and certainly topics I do not wish to pursue on this blog.

One site that has been holding my interest is Cluadio Turri ~ immagini da un diario. It continues to hold my interest cuz: 1. I like the pictures, and, 2. it is all about pictures (no words). And, as I have repeatedly mentioned, for me, the medium and its apparatus is all about the pictures.

All of that written, I do enjoy reading (and writing) about the medium of photography and its apparatus (aka: apparatus = conventions and practices).

# 5739-43 / civilized ku•nocturnal•a kitchen sink•made from a chair ~ into every life a little rain must fall

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DON'T KNOW WHY IT COMES AS SUCH A SURPRISE that here in the Adirondacks in the month of September-where did the summer go?-the daytime temperature only climbs to about 70˚F from a nightime low of 40-50˚F. With a similar 7 day forecast, it appears that autumn color might be arriving on the scene sooner than "normal".

In any event, I continue on my quest to produce nocturnal pictures with the iPhone that, out of the camera, do not look at all like the actual nocturnal scene. On that quest, a few nights ago, I drove the 20 miles to the nearby tiny hamlet of Long Lake. The night sky was overcast with nary a hint of stars to be seen. For my photographic intent that was fine and there were enough man-made scenes to allow me to explore my nocturnal picture making explorations.

That written, I came away with a few pictures which, with subsequent processing, produced the nocturnal look and feel I was after. In a nut shell, that look and feel can best be described as a solitary / isolated illuminated area surrounded by a dark, murky-with subtle detail-area. All in an attempt to capture that mysterious, ill-at-ease, fear of the dark (more or less) that seems to be nearly universal to the human senses.