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Monday, August 1st, 2011
Keep Off

Keep Off

I’ve been playing around on Google+ lately and am a bit confused by all of the so-called “must follow” lists out there. In particular, I’m surprised to see Thomas Hawk’s name bandied about so often, when his actions seem to be detrimental to photography in general.

Perhaps it’s my poor memory, but it seems to me that I’ve only noticed his name in conjunction with attention-gathering activities: his recent criticism against Jay Maisel and pushing the boundaries of appropriate behavior at a museum in San Francisco come immediately to mind.

This seems to be a shame to me. It’s possible that he’s right on all accounts (for the record, I support Jay in the recent issue and have suspicions about Hawk’s personal behavior in the latter), but his manner of pushing back works to the detriment of all photographers.

I’m sure I’m not being terribly clear, so let’s go with a more generic scenario. It’s 100% legal to take a photograph of someone who is out in public.  Take an attractive woman to a public beach in a bikini, for example, and have her strut around. If some photographer comes up and starts shooting away, there’s nothing that can legally be done about this. It’s not illegal for the photographer to make posing requests, either: “arch that back”, “let’s go for something sexier.”

It might be totally unwelcome and disturbing, but it’s not illegal.

So here’s the thing: if the attractive young lady’s boyfriend/husband/guardian/father (collectively or individually: the defender) comes along and stops you, who’s wrong?  We know it’s not the photographer.  If the confrontation gets physical, the defender will be looking at jail time.  And yet, since the photographer was at the very least creepy, who is going to stand up for the photographer?

Only other (already biased) photographers, who the general public will generally ignore.

I believe that it’s this type of behavior that gives photographers a bad name. While perhaps being correct (legally), actions like this make it impossible to get support from the people around us – and that means we lose it when it’s critical for everyone.

Just a personal thought, I suppose.


Disclaimers:

  • Photographers violating personal space is a bit of a personal issue, so I’m biased towards disliking people who act in such a manner, as did Mr. Hawk at SFMOMA.
  • For the record, I like Mr. Hawk’s work. He is an excellent example of issues I have with photographers in general (some of them, at least).
  • This entire article is an option. Duh.
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Great wisdom from young minds

Sunday, June 26th, 2011

I think I have a bit of a man-crush on Jay Maisel. Seems everything that comes from him is golden – I’m like a schoolgirl with a crush, hanging on his every word.

Stop thinking that, you perv. Totally out of professional respect (or, as the kids say, “no homo”).

He’s in the news these days for beating up a poor guy who accidentally borrowed one of his images (turn on you sarcasm detector, dude. Best summary: read TOP – I side with Ctein on this ‘un). But as this brouhaha builds up, he posts a beautiful retrospective of his daughter.

Something that caught my eye early on was a comment of his daughter’s from when she was 17:

These photos are not cropped, retouched, or altered. None are artificially lit or set up. At this point, I am more concerned with observation than with creation. This series is an attempt to show how the act of looking can totally redefine objects and moments in everyday life.

What a mature point of view!  This is a perspective that takes self confidence and wisdom.  Shoot, I’m not even close to that point yet, much less most photographers I’ve met.

Be sure to check out his images of his daughter as she grew up. This is exactly why I got into photography in the first place.

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Love affair with coffee and light

Thursday, June 23rd, 2011
Cream in my Coffee 

Cream in my Coffee

Reflecting back, I’m noticing that I seem drawn to taking pictures of my coffee. I’m sure I could dig in deep and psycoanalyze the reasons, but in the end I think it’s one of my main joys in life. I’ll pass on the booze, the rich and sweet foods, the travel – so long as I can have a leisurely cup of coffee, I’m in heaven.

The caption image to the right is doubtlessly my signature coffee image. Stolen worldwide and still driving most traffic to my Flickr stream. Earlier last week you might have seen another cup of coffee. Saturday morning, it was this:

Latte, technically

Latte, technically

It’s interesting that the only fully successful image (in my mind) is my first. I really like the last image, but it’s really a portrait of a cup, not coffee. I suppose this

really requires more thought…

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Solstice time of year

Monday, June 20th, 2011

Longest days of the year right now – I love the non-stop sunlight! I didn’t always, but nowadays it’s energizing – I’m more active, need less sleep, getting more done.

Last weekend folks in Anchorage’s downtown district had a twelve hour (noon to midnight) solstice festival. Not bad for such a small town - and some of the newer shops down there are downright respectable! (disclaimer: it has been many years since I’ve stepped foot down there – I’m no fan of crowds).

For me, this meant a chance to let my daughter play a bit, and to work on my street photography, such as it was. Not very successfull by anyone’s standards. Below: one of my favorites

Balloons on the solstice

Balloons on the solstice

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Nootka

Sunday, June 19th, 2011

Graffiti found on the side of a building in a downtown Anchorage park. Originally posted on my Downhill Stream of Conciousness tumblr blog.

Graffiti, downtown Anchorage

Graffiti, downtown Anchorage

Nothing special to this, it’s just something I want to reflect on. As graffiti-based art, I think it’s rather beautiful. But I don’t think I captured anything in the image other than “it was here & I saw it.” I didn’t even capture it in its environment.

What would you do with this?

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Another Day with Jay Maisel

Sunday, June 12th, 2011

I’ve been watching Another Day with Jay Maisel on Kelby Training. As usual, I find Jay’s viewpoints inspiring and refreshing.

I’m a bit distracted, though: it seems that they (Kelby Training) made a deliberate decision to film the video in black and white. I’m a fan of B&W, so don’t get me wrong – but this?

Black and White screenshot

Black and White screenshot

It feels like a eulogy.

With so many friends passing away (another just late last week), I hate thinking about what this implies. Oh, and I do get it: they’re making a contrast between the talk & the images created (which are gorgeous, and full color). But the melancholy that the video evokes is, to my mind, palpable.

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Bring that Inner Child Back

Wednesday, May 4th, 2011
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corder of my eye
I turned to look, but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child has grown, the dream is gone
And I have become
Comfortably numb

I’m reading William Allard’s five-decade retrospective, but slowly. Most photobooks I go through quickly, then forget. Not this one, although it may be too early to tell.

Mr. Allard is certainly not an author I identify with, with his love for Peru, cowboys, and people on the margins (the Amish, the Basques), but he does ring true as a human being.  Although it seems to me that his work is primarily flavored with many stark and iconic images (involving light and shadow), there’s a humanity in it that grabs me. I think that it’s his view of life that I identify with – at least in his earlier sections.

So as I type this, I’m thinking about his introduction; I’m thinking about how he identifies with “Comfortably Numb.” As we grow older, it becomes easier to lose our wonder with the world.  I see it in myself: I deliberately numb myself during the long winters up here, so that I don’t notice time passing quite so quickly. I do the same when I’m busy, and need to focus, or when I diet.

And it seems a shame.

I lose much of the joy in life by doing that.  I suppose it’s time to stop.

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Meta-meta information on an image

Monday, May 2nd, 2011

Specifically this one:

Too cool for me

Dog in Shades/Too Cool for Me

Meta information is typically information about information.  In the case of a photograph, the meta information might be the location, the time of day, f/stop, shutter speed, weather conditions, etc.

A couple of days ago I was given an update from a relative of this dog (well, the owner), making it information about the location where the photo was taken – meta-meta-information. The news isn’t really good, I’m afraid: the owner sold the building, and the new owners apparently don’t allow pets.  So out goes the dog and his owner, it seems.

In a way, as someone who has lived in Alaska for some time and who has traveled around, I find this sad. Most places are so homogeneous that there’s nothing special to ‘em.  Lahaina is like Waikiki is like downtown Kona is like Cozumel is like the San Diego piers is like Catalina is like Long Beach is like any other beach in California is like… well, you get the picture.  And yeah, each location has its own flavor, language, and feel, but the similarities are striking.  Businesses strive for consistency, land owners strive for higher property values…

…So it’s rare to find something that really sticks in your mind. Ketchikan does that, if you’re a tourist, but only somewhat: it’s nice, rustic-ish yet homey in a Pacific NW sorta way. When the fish are running, you can catch ‘em right in the middle of town – that’s something you won’t forget anytime soon.  And these dogs (there is more than one): You just don’t forget ‘em.

Now Ketchikan is a little more forgettable.

Disclaimer: of course, all of this is predicated on the commenter being honest, but I have no reason to disbelieve the core of the information.

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Women in Art, in time

Sunday, May 1st, 2011

Never let it be said that Twitter is utterly useless.  Mostly useless for sure, but not completely. Following Katrin Eismann, for example, left me with this nugget (YouTube link, via ArtInfo).

Shoot, I can do this. I’ll embed it here:

“Women in Art,” they call it, but it’s 500 years of iconic images of women, set to music & morphing from one to another. So really, it’s Women in Art, over time. It’s pretty neat, too – I’ve watched it several times now, each time focusing on something different.

The first time, I watched the eyes.  Always open, mostly gazing back at me.  They’re clear, a little too large, almost symmetrical. Beautiful, lovely, and exactly what they tell us to do when making portraits.

The second watch through, I watched the lips.  Small – almost too narrow to be natural, but delicate and lovely.  Over time they seem to shift from thick, to thin, then back to fuller proportions.  While narrower, there’s always an implied lushness of some sort in them.  What we do with lipstick nowadays, I suppose.

In later watching, I tried to absorb the entire faces.  It struck me that there’s always the smoothness, often a bit of a blush – again, what we do with makeup – but they’re also high-key.  Watch again: you’ll notice that features are washed out. Similar to a Hollywood glamor shot from the earlier 20th century.

While obvious up front, I noticed that the older images seemed to be more… well, honoring the beauty of the female.  As we get closer to the modern age, you’ll see more abstracts images, and more… creative interpretations.  While this is certainly a feature of our more modern age, I suspect that similar impressionistic work must have existed in days of old.  But it didn’t survive.

I suspect in 500 years, someone could make a similar montage, covering 1000 years.  And in doing so, much of what we see today would not be represented.

It make me wonder: what, of my own work (and the modern era) would really stand the test of time?

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VV was Here

Monday, April 25th, 2011

Another remarkable image in Why Photographs Work (mentioned in this posting about Mr. Burkholder’s work):

VV was here

VV was here

Call me a fan. The treatment of an elephant in the old Yousuf Karsh manner is remarkable – this one image (the image in the book itself, not Kilroy up there) speaks to me.

I really want to see it in a larger format now.

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