Come on in, I'm glad you are here.  Within this blog I express my thoughts and opinions about the creative process, photography, and my artistic approach to navigating from day to day.  I like to keep this medium on the conversational side, as if you and I are just sitting around talking.  I am very interested in the creative process, as well as the mindset that goes into making a fine photograph.  I make no claim to having "the" answer, this is just my answer.  Those who know me, know how much I enjoy a good conversation, and this blog can be just that.  Feel free to e mail me about any topic in my galleries, or blog.  My photography, this website and blog are an expression of how I visually approach my art.  You are all welcome here as are your opinions.

Rutgers Gardens

August 02, 2015  •  Leave a Comment

July in New Jersey brings hazy, hot and humid forecasts one day after another. Pale skies, with an atmospheric haze that can ruin any photograph that includes it. It gets hot in New Jersey in July, and I believe that it is the hottest month here. Lawns turn from a fresh green to a pale hue and require a watering schedule. Every once in a while, I find myself wanting to get creative with a local project. This involves searching through my personal collection of local points of interest. This search can lead me off on a tangent or even a second generation tangent. One lead leading to another and another I soon find myself in unexpected territory. July's search led me to the Rutgers Gardens. The Rutgers Gardens is a self sustaining operation that relies on community support for sustaining its operation. It is open 365 days a year and its mission is to promote appreciation and information about horticulture and its relationship between human health and nutrition and plants. The website can easily be found via Google by searching “Rutgers Gardens”.

 

My description can only begin with the caveat that even with a GPS, this is not easy to find. It is truly a hidden gem, set in the middle of densely populated section of central New Jersey. There are major highways nearby, as well as heavily traveled local roads all around it. It is worth the search, and once you quiet your mind a bit, you are in for a very rewarding walk. The gardens are divided into sections. There is a Shade Tree Collection, Shrub Collection, Bamboo Forest, Azalea, Holly, and Rhododendron collection. You will also find plenty of colorful flowers, ornamental grasses, and an Evergreen collections, some species are very rare. One section flows naturally into another and it does not take long to become completely immersed in getting “lost” in nature. The staff and volunteers do a wonderful job with making everything work together. It is a well designed layout. Colors, texture, shape, and all well balanced.

 

I especially liked the Bamboo Forest. There are wood bark paths that wind their way between these majestic specimens. Bamboo is a member of the grass family, but it is difficult to stop yourself from thinking “trees”. Green is a wonderful color that I find very soothing, and Bamboo offers many shades of this calming color. Walking through these giants is so relaxing, you easily forget where you are. I recommend a tripod here, with a lower ISO setting. You'll want to capture everything and minimize the digital noise of very high ISO settings.

 

On site there is also a small lily pond. My timing was just right in that I was treated to the sight of wonderfully golden lilies. A few small frogs make their home here, and can be easily photographed. As always, slow down, don't just look. Take the time to see. Not far from this spot, is a stand of Sunflowers. They are always fun to photograph, and as usual the colors are striking. The gardens offer quite a visual treat. The more you slow down the more you will see. I also enjoyed the changing aromas from one section to another. From Pine, to floral, and on to spice.

 

I have always loved Nature. When I was younger I did not slow down enough to have as deep an appreciation as I do now. These days the intensity of colors, sound, textures, and light are a treasure to me. I've come to understand that I am not separate from the natural world, I am part of it. I have also found that whatever state of mind I bring to my hikes affects the intensity of my experience. If I am in an agitated mood it takes longer for me to be in the moment. If I can leave the stress and busy schedule of everyday life on the shelf for a while then my hikes become transformational. The intensity of the experience is higher and more fulfilling. The task at hand then becomes getting my emotional interpretation in the frame of my camera.

 


Mary Ellen Mark

June 07, 2015  •  Leave a Comment

Her work was exhibited in galleries and Museums, she published 18 books, and in the photography world everyone knew her.  Mary Ellen Mark, a world class Photojournalist and Documentarian passed away May 25, 2015 from a blood illness involving bone marrow failure.  Born and raised in Elkins Park, Pa. a suburb of Philadelphia Mark began her relationship with Photography at age nine with a Brownie Box Camera.  With a BFA in painting and Art History from the University of Pennsylvania, a master’s degree in Photojournalism, and a Fulbright scholarship she began her lifelong work of giving voice to people whose lives were lived at or near the fringes of society.

 

Mark had a reputation for getting close to her subjects.   Her work included subjects such as the Vietnam War protests, Woman’s Liberation movement, and social issues that included, homelessness, loneliness, drug addiction, and prostitution.  She traveled the world with her cameras that varied from time to time from 35mm, medium format, 4 X 5, and a 20 X 24 Polaroid Land Camera. In a Times of London interview she stated, "I'm for the underdog. I certainly feel that it's a land of unequal opportunity. I'm interested in having people feel for the people I photograph. It's an unfair world."  This theme was a constant in Mark's work, and it brought her to subjects in Mexico and India for her "Man and Beast" exhibition of April 2014.  Her photographs always perfectly printed explored her lifelong passion for photographing animals in circuses with their trainers.  This exhibition explored the subtle humanity of animals and the darkness within humans. Mark was able to freely explore her subjects because she photographed from the inside out.  She immersed herself in the subject matter and gained trust as well as understanding.  This ability allowed her subjects essence to be captured on film.  In the mid 1970's Mark worked on a series of photographs entitled Laurie, ward 81.  For this project Ms. Mark moved into an Oregon mental institution. Her stay there allowed her to blend into the surroundings and remove the camera as a distraction resulting in very powerful photographs, expertly printed as usual.  These straightforward stark photographs could have only been made because of the trust her subjects had in Mary Ellen Mark.

 

I admired Ms. Mark and her dedication to her work.  It is still rare that a person can follow their passion, and make a living doing what they love.  Mary Ellen Mark was very good at her work, an artist.  She intended her work to spur on social change, attitude change, and acceptance of life lived on the fringes of society.  It has been said the only thing we can count on is change.  Ms. Mark's work attempted to direct that change and encourage compassion and justice from the fortunate to the less so.  We are diminished by her absence, as are the subjects she chose for her life's work.  They have lost their champion.


Thoughts on The Auschwitz Album

April 01, 2015  •  Leave a Comment

I recently viewed the online album that is referred to as the Auschwitz Album. It is a chilling experience, looking at page after page of photographs of a crime that I cannot find the words to describe. The first book I viewed I found at, http://www.yadvashem.org. The second album, a record from the viewpoint of camp administrator Karl-Friedrich Höcker, left me equally speechless. This link; http://rarehistoricalphotos.com/laughing-auschwitz-ss-auxiliaries-poses-resort-auschwitz-personnel-1942/ shows the leisure photographs from the guards point of view.

 

The first series of photographs, documents the handling of prisoners that were deemed unfit to work. This group consisted overwhelmingly of women and young children. Waiting in long lines, their faces reveal nothing of the horror that waits just ahead. You see Mothers holding their youngest children, and older siblings holding the hands of their younger brothers and sisters. They look calm, innocent, and unafraid. The photographs, taken by camp guards, are without any emotional point of view, and are documentary in approach. Someone took the time to compose, focus, and adjust depth of field. Someone also gave no hint in those photographs that all of these people would soon be gassed to death. I was born the week after WWII ended. As a “baby boomer” it was impossible to grow up and not know the history of World War II. Looking at these photographs today leaves me with a sick feeling in my stomach, and at a loss for words.

 

The second album, “Laughing at Auschwitz” documents the leisure time of the camp personnel. Here are photographs of the men and women who worked at the camp and made it function. You move from one photo to another, essentially looking at what might pass for vacation photographs. Male and female, smiling, laughing, relaxing, eating blueberries, and playing the accordion. These images were produced to document and preserve, to make a record, and were proudly assembled into an album. There is even an image of Karl Hocker lighting candles on a Christmas Tree.

 

Learning about WWII and the Holocaust in school gives a generalized knowledge of the history of one of the most deadly events in human history. Estimates are that a total of 55,000,000 humans died as a result of WWII. Taking time to view the images in these two albums gives a much closer look, a look in intimate working detail. I find myself struggling for words that can accurately express my thoughts and feelings. I wonder about the disconnect from humanity of the person behind the camera. That person calmly and efficiently created a historical record. That person composed, focused, and adjusted the light meter of their equipment. Someone went into a darkroom and developed those negatives. Someone took the time to arrange the photographs in these two albums. How is it possible for humanity to betray it own kind on a scale such as this? What does it take to get someone to suspend their ethics, morals, and humanness to this extent? These two albums are a small part of the archive that exists documenting the Holocaust. In addition to all the photographic evidence there is the personal testimony of survivors, as well as the eyewitness evidence of the liberating armed forces that entered the camps.


How much authority do we give to a photograph?

February 05, 2015  •  Leave a Comment

From time to time a movie I've watched sticks in my head and hangs around for long periods of time, decades in fact. Zelig (1983), a Woody Allen film is such a movie. In this film Mr. Allen's image is inserted into real life historical footage. Along with cinematographer Gordon Willis a masterful job was accomplished long before the digital manipulation we are familiar with today was available. Fading and even scratches were applied to the stock to give it a realistic look. Good reasons exists for why we find these images so believable. First we have a deep seated belief that photographs are an accurate rendition of a moment, we trust photographs. This trust persists even though we all know photographs are often manipulated. Secondly, we judge photographs as truthful when they confirm our beliefs. The third reason is that we are not very good at telling a well done manipulated photograph from one that is not. Lastly, our minds are very good at retaining visual memories. Long after the textural context is forgotten, the image remains in our memory. Perhaps this trait goes all the way back to our pre-language ancestors, and their survival strategies.

 

The internet is full of manipulated celebrity photographs. While most are not very skillful in technique, a few are so well done that only a reverse internet search can reveal that it is faked. Proving an image is faked is not easy, but it is possible. Proving an image is truthful is much more difficult. When we enter the political arena, the potential for manipulated images influencing public opinion is very high, and rewarding if you can pull it off. As stated above, images tend to be retained in memory even when we know they are inaccurate, as long as they confirm a belief we hold dear. The times we live in make capturing and transmitting photographs very quick. The citizen photographer is everywhere and images of events appear on the nightly news in lightning speed. The process that news agencies use to vet the accurate image from one that is not can be a weak link in the publishing chain.

 

Photographers have always manipulated their work. That is what makes them creative. Camera angle, lens choice, depth of focus, and contrast are some of the first controls that are available to the photographer. Lets not forget the stories of Mathew Brady allegedly moving bodies during his Civil War years work to make his photos more dramatic. The darkroom process is where lots of other tools come into play also. These days programs like Adobe Photoshop make manipulation a cleaner process, that can yield very convincing results.

 

There is lots of research being done studying human memory. It seems that the way we remember things can be unreliable. All you have to do is ask a detective about witness reliability. Our senses take in a lot of information, then as it sits in our short term memory vault it can change. Photographs can jog the memory into recall, however what if the said photo is not accurate? How much authority do we give to a photograph?

 

This is where I am supposed to tie up this blog with a bit of wisdom. There is not a lot that I see we can do about the way we perceive the images that flood our minds. Its been said “question everything”, and that is most likely a wise suggestion. When looking at images, keep in mind that the creator of the work has a point of view, as do whomever is editing and publishing it. Skepticism is another tool that should filter your intake when viewing documentary photographs. Stand back for a second and observe your thinking process. Your intuition will sometimes cast a doubt that something seems just a bit off. Don't be so eager to dismiss that little spark. Let it register in your mind for another day.


The Contemplative Photograph

January 01, 2015  •  Leave a Comment

In the past few years, I have begun a practice of slowing down and allowing stillness to be a part of my life. This is a result of always having something urgent that needs tending to nagging me from inside my head. I suspect that there is a law that states that all empty space must be filled with something, regardless of its inherent importance or value. The times we live in require management and maintenance. All the gadgets that are designed to make my life simpler, paperless, and free up time have fallen a bit short on delivery. Multiple email accounts need attention, my cell phone is always with me, and stuff just keeps popping up like prairie dogs heads from their holes. Sadly I have plenty of company that share this daily experience.

 

The photographic compositions I am drawn to have stillness, spaciousness, and a sense of peace about them. Ordinary objects take on new meaning, on a surface level they are familiar and common. Their simplicity draws me to spend time with them. I am drawn into the photo and the more I look the more I see. Composition, light, tone, texture, and color touch a place in my mind that has a familiar feel to it. Photographs of this type only happen when the artist slows down, quiets the mind, and lets the moment unfold. Not all photographers work this way. Subject type often determines work practice. Some subjects require fast pace camera work. For the sake of discussion I limit the scope of this blog to the contemplative photograph. We all experience the inner chatter our minds seem compelled to flood our consciousness with. Bits and pieces of everything in our memory pop up like random pieces of a puzzle, fade away only to be replaced with another bit of chatter unrelated to the first. At times it seems like I am in the company of a person who just can't stop talking. Not a fun way to spend a photographic field trip, and not helpful in seeing the unfolding moment right before you. Slowing down your personal pace, and stillness of mind elevates concentration. The effective use of space in a composition often enhances the feeling of stillness. Also helpful is minimizing equipment. I often use just two lenses, and live with my choices. I Give myself time to be quiet and observe what is around me. This stillness often seems like nothing is happening at first. When I allow the quietness to be, I begin to notice compositions I might have missed. Subtle things, wonderful things, are all around me if I slow down, think a little less, and allow for a more natural process to take place.

 

Years ago I needed to produce a series of slides for a lecture. The topic of discussion was visualization, and developing productive shooting habits. I found a rusted trash container in a State Park I was photographing, and slowed down long enough to see the rust pattern had formed a face. It was not noticeable immediately, only revealed itself when I became quiet enough to see it. Then I could not UN-see it. I made a series of shots starting at wide angle, to show the overall area. Then over the span of six slides, I narrowed down to eventually show only the face, obvious to everyone. Keeping my mind centered on the present moment enhances concentration and sharpens visualization. On another self assignment in northern Arizona, I was hiking in the desert just at sunrise. The quiet and stillness of that morning was unlike anything I've ever experienced back east where I live. The Sun broke the horizon casting long shadows across the sand and sagebrush. There was no sound of the wind, birds, or any other creature. The sound of my breath was the loudest sound around me. With total silence, shifting shadows, and the aroma of sage I became immersed in the moment, nothing else existed. I was more alive than I had ever been, my senses the sharpest. The chatter box in my head, the pressures of the future, and regrets of the past all vanished, I was so focused I was barely aware of my camera. These rare moments are wonderful. They do not have to be rare. With some training, and discipline being in the moment is available to us all. We become our true selves, unencumbered by that chatterbox in our heads. I'll end with a quote for you to think about...“Every child is an artist, the problem is staying an artist when you grow up” – Pablo Picasso

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