September 2008 Archives

The storm


Thanks to everyone who took the time to stop and look at the previous photo I posted. Tonight I had meant to post this shot and discuss my thoughts behind it at a bit of a greater length, but we shall see how far I get. I have been at the computer all day scanning and editing an image for a job, so my neck is sore and my eyes are tired, and it is a thoroughly less pleasant fatigue than the one you enjoy physically after a good hike in the woods.

Anyway, my attempt with my last photo was just to change the pace a little. I know part of my opinion coming up is cynicism, but also not entirely. I just wanted to take a shot at the 5-second attention span many of us use to rule our lives. Regarding photography specifically you notice this by watching a person's viewing habits. What do we do when browsing Flickr, but flip flip flip.

And flip flip flip.

I am certainly not immune to this, and have been paying a lot more attention to it lately and trying to slow myself down. It is one of the reasons I have been leaving fewer comments is I have been looking at fewer photos and trying to leave more personal comments than the usual "Excellent photo!" or "stonking good shot!". Yes that last is a nod to our good friend RC, for those of you who know who I am talking about. ;-) He is sort of the antithesis of what I was trying to encourage with my last photo.

Whoa, speaking of short attention spans, cannot let myself get too distracted. Anyway, I just notice this behavior in people (again myself included) and it sort of bugs me. Well ok, it bugs me a great deal. I recently rented a car for my trip up to Mt. Rainier. It had Sirius radio. Something like 156 stations to listen to. You know what I spent most of my time doing? Flipping stations!!!

And flip flip flip. Eventually I just turned the radio off and read a book (not while driving though). It was ridiculous. I find I do the same in hotel rooms when presented with cable television. It is almost too hard to resist. Oooh so many channels, cannot decide. I'll watch Discovery for 30 seconds until a commercial, then flip over to History. Wonder what is on AMC or HBO?

What I find a bit unsettling though, is sometimes I wonder if this attitude is affecting how we perceive the world, and hence the photos we take. They tend to rely more on intense colors, dynamic compositions, shock and awe. They have to, the average person only looks at a photo for a handful of seconds, it has to have a hook.

Nothing really wrong with that, unless you sacrifice depth to achieve it. I was browsing a really cool book of Ansel Adams' photos today over lunch (no I really do never stop thinking about photography). His photos certainly are full of drama and contrast, but they also have depth to them. They appeal to the wandering eye as well as the lingering one.

This is where I worry about the trends of our perceptions. We continuously think that a photo has to be vibrant, punchy, and saturated. Our black and white photos have to be contrasty and impending. And notice how these words work into our vocabulary. How often do we talk about the soft palette of colors an image celebrates? Or the extensive tonal range? What about richness without contrast? Sure, these still come up, but less frequently than they used to.

A couple of comments I received sparked various thoughts in my head. On the last self-portrait I posted taken at Lost Lake with my pinhole (that 4 minute exposure) someone commented on the extraordinary patience I must have. Really? Is it that extraordinary these days to be able to stand still and occupy one's self for 4 minutes? And I will even be more honest, I was not even occupying myself. I had a gorgeous lake and mountain in front of me to do it. Is it really such a gulf between 4 seconds and 4 minutes that people think I must be superhuman to bridge it?

And the second comment someone left on my last photo about the machine gun nature of DSLRs contributing to this drive-by attention span we have going. I think there is definitely some validity to this. The ability to fire through 1000 shots without having to stop to reload or waste film certainly plays a role. But I think this is more a matter of the egg coming before the chicken. We use digital cameras in this fashion because we want to. No sense blaming our behavior on the camera. It is not like that D70 is whispering seductively in your ear "come on, just 50 more frames, no need to stop to think or enjoy any of this. Just shoot shoot shoot." As I have said before, the important stuff all happens behind the camera. If a DSLR becomes a photo-machine gun it is because the photographer makes it one. And that photographer is just as likely to do so with a film camera too. Trust me, I know some of these people personally.

Anyway, these are all late night musings. Things I have noticed. I am not saying I am right. I am not saying I have a solution if I am. I am not even saying if you do this, you shouldn't. The great thing about photography is we each get to approach it how we will, and we should.

I have just been noticing this behavior a bit in myself and am attempting to curb it, because I feel like I get better photos when I do. If we approach the world only looking for the flashy stuff, we will find it. And we will take photos of it. But if you make an effort to move a bit slowly, to find the scenes that suck you in and hold you enthralled for minutes on end, you stand a good chance of taking photos that do the same. Isn't that what a photographer should aim for, that is, a photo that draws the viewer in and holds them enthralled. Is it really that fulfilling to take a photo that impresses someone for 4-10 seconds before they move on to the next image? I would rather take one picture that stopped someone for 5 minutes, than 30 images that stopped them for 10 seconds each.

Anyway, looks like I got a fair distance down after all. But enough is enough. You know the drill, got enough time for a single minute again? ;-)

And Brian it is ok to want to taste this, makes me want to too, so there are at least two of us weirdos out there.


By: Zeb Andrews (USA) ©2008


Photo:Pentax 6x7


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chicago 7/31/08

iwas living in boston and was supposed to let my doctor know any time that i was planning on going out of town.
One night ceilia called to say that she and Kevin were driving to Chicago and that i should come along.
They picked me up the next day in her battered red beetle with the oval rear window. i had the back seat all to my self. i watched the scenery, slept and made sandwiches.
i don't remember too much about the first part of the trip. i remember we stopped to watch a small town parade and that further along we were tail gating a big 18 wheeler that turned into a giant manta ray which flapped it's wings and effortlessly arced away from the road when we finally got too close.
i slept on and off and enjoyed the vibration of the window against my face.
And then there was the part where i woke to the absence of motion. We were pulled over. Ceilia and Kevin said i should stay with the car and they'd return with gas. i went back to sleep and woke again feeling light, refreshed and wanting to stretch.
i circled the car a few times and then headed up the road. It was woodsy and as idyllic as the cover of a coffee table book. i walked and walked. i'm not a great whistler but i remember that was the feeling of it. i cut through a field with big black and white spotty cows. i crossed some train tracks. More fields. i kept being able to find the same stone i had kicked so many times i finally lost the count. Eventually i needed to rest and just laid down in the magic of the day.

When i woke up i didn't feel quite so good as i had, but not so bad either. The sun wasn't where i'd seen it last and it had cooled off a bit. i wasn't positive which way was back.
Okay. i'll go this way and if i don't hit the train tracks i'll go the other. But that got weird cause even after i had walked a long long way without reaching the tracks i still had the feeling they could be up ahead. And on top of that the truth was that i'd seen everything the way i had just come and really didn't want to see it for a second or third time - something in me just didn't want to turn around - i felt like i was done with everything in that direction.
The next thing that happened was "significant". i bent down to tie a shoe lace that had come loose. In my life discovering an untied shoe lace ALWAYS means something is about to happen. i bent down wondering what it would be.
It was a big station wagon driven by this couple with two kids. They pulled over and asked if everything was alright and did i need a ride?

i sat in back with the kids. Turns out they were locals and it was the first Saturday of the month which was their day to have diner at their favorite restaurant attached to the service station not far away. It was a family tradition and i was welcomed to join them. Their treat.
i saw the bible up on the dashboard but they never mentioned it. They were just plain sweet. i awoke to the little boy tugging on my shirt. We were there.
The menu was like what you would have imagined. i was tempted by the spaghetti plate but went with an ice cream sundae. the mother's brow momentarily knit but she softened right away. The kids were talkative which was making it easy on me. And then two things happened at once.
The waitress rounded into the isle and i could see my sundae coming in a fancy glass bowl with five inches of whipped cream and a cherry. Whoa! And - simultaneously i thought i heard someone call my name.

There at the cash register by the entrance was ceilia and Kevin.

Ceilia got to the table fast. "where the fuck have you been? We've been looking for you all day".

Everyone at the table winced with that. i didn't know what to say.

"come on man we gotta go now!"

the waitress had arrived with my sundae and i was torn, i felt conflicted and at the same time sort of sleepy.

The mother spoke. "you can take it with you. We know the owners and it'll be okay".

i will never forget her eyes.

And then i was in the back seat again. Only now ceilia and Kevin weren't talking to me. They were acting like i wasn't there. Which actually made it easier for me to enjoy my ice cream.

i woke up in Chicago.





By: Gary Isaacs (USA)  ©2008

Photo: Leica M2 , 35mm sumicron, Tri-x




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