Exposure

A great photograph is full of expression of what one feels about what is being photographed in the deepest sense, and is thereby, a true expression of what one feels about life in its entirety. – Ansel Adams

A View from the Top

A view from the top.

What a sensation that must be.

Watching and waiting…

as the tribes scurry about in day-to-day mystery.

No chastity.

No lace.

No preface for humanity’s race.

I cherish the scurrying above.

Lackluster…we are taught.

Maleficent is the average lot.

Nay, say, I!

How adventurous it would be.

Predestined to shine down.

And, witness what others do not see.

I am so small, after all!

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In the midst of my morning misery…Growing up, growing old, using several braces…to move about the house.  In all these moments, I am able to pull my shit together so much that…’I am so small, after all..’ becomes part of my mantra.

If for no other reason, poetry, photography, the art of life, has taught me, this suffering is so minute.  This life is so quick.  So, flash card ready.

Perhaps, that is why I take a moment, everyday, to not look purposely, straight ahead.

Look up, look down, look under, or look, anywhere than at one’s  comfort zone.

It improves circulation, sense of smallness and/or, at least, causes one to notice just how much the lawn needs watering!

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“The whole world is, to me, very much “alive” – all the little growing things, even the rocks. I can’t look at a swell bit of grass and earth, for instance, without feeling the essential life – the things going on – within them. The same goes for a mountain, or a bit of the ocean, or a magnificent piece of old wood.”

  • Ansel Adams

So Real vs. Surreal

I learned my appreciation of photography, from my father.  He had been a learned, professional photographer.  Studied in the fine art of aperture, light meter, etc, etc.  Often a common feisty argument between us, had been, digital photography verses manual film photography.

Course, the main point of the argument:

Digital photography is not art.  It can be manipulated by the user…beyond what is real or not real…

Really?

In all honest, a good photographer brings to the viewer, a vision, individual to the user…not a set in it’s way image, from the mind of the artist.

Either way…

still photography is nothing less than an infinite attempt at seeing things differently.

‘It is the unexpected, hit or miss, instant impulse, these strange accidents, this surrealistic serendipity, out of which great photographs are born.’

Carolyn Kenmore

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on being Black and White

 

The direct confrontation typical of the environmental portrait sacrifices the candid moment to allow the subjects to comport (behave) themselves.

-Walker Evans

…his restless interrogation of American society ranged far beyond the troubles of the Depression and continued to reverberate long after the 1930s…
-being, Walker Evans

-When I’m ready to make a photograph, I think I quite obviously see in my minds eye something that is not literally there in the true meaning of the word. I’m interested in something which is built up from within, rather than just extracted from without.

-Ansel Adams

-Adam’s relation to nature was both aesthetic and mystical. Throughout his life he worked and lobbied to preserve the wilderness and the great vistas of the American West. 
-on being, Ansel Adams
“You don’t make a photograph just with a camera. You bring to the act of photography all the pictures you have seen, the books you have read, the music you have heard, the people you have loved.”
“A photograph is usually looked at- seldom looked into.”
― Ansel Adams
There seems to also be a great deal of debate between what I like to call…High Definition Technicolor Photography and, simple, Black and White Photography.
Course, many may not know, color photography has been around for over 150 years.  Those of us…who are similar to myself, who maybe self taught and/or had the privilege of parental influence.
Couldn’t ask for better timing with the above statement!  For the simple reason…my father who is a professional photographer prefers to photograph in color.  I, on the other hand, prefer, black and white.
Originally, as a child, I ate black and white up!  Black and white movies, black print, white parchment, black backgrounds…snow white…snow.   With little depth, I believed my attraction to ‘being black and white’ as, an infatuation to former times.
I clung to that belief for many years.  Forcing myself to practice…as my father did, in vivid and overly saturated technicolor.  Brilliant New Hampshire covered bridges spanning a frame.  Grabbing the attention of all who were admirers of that particular form of infrastructure.
As the days wandered into years.  As the simple drugs smoked turned into blotter dropped.  As visits from university security became more and more, frequent.
I have had to adjust.
It is not that black and white can be viewed as superior to the rainbow of colors found on a city-scape.  It is not that there is no gray…within, beings of black and white.
It is simply that black and white pulls, the photographer.  As though, there were a scant canvas, and the artist is pushing the viewer…the reader, to place his or her own feelings into the scenery.  To put it simply, black and white photography encourages the viewer to ‘fill in the blanks’.
Fifteen plus years ago, I had chance to sit, mouth open, at the Met.  I sat…for what seemed hours.  I sat with mouth slightly ajar and eyes pried open.
I sat…being heavily influenced by Diane Arbus-
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What had I just seen?  What was angering me?  And, mostly, what is it about the photo…that had been making me grin from the inside out?
This is where I became a permanent member of ‘beings of black and white’!  I live, love and remain artful…via, being a black and white person.  To say, that the gray is hidden behind some prop found within the picture…would be a lie.  My life does indeed dabble in primary colors.  Yet, my courage, the beauty of my soul, believes; I am a black and white photograph.  I can see the stormy sky above as being an onyx, infinite being.  I can witness the moon’s hue on the freshly fallen white snow…as…a possible chalky path in which I may not pass.
But what I cannot see, and what I will search for…my entire life?  Are the, not obvious, colors which will make me cry.  And,  what is not seen visually…that I can manipulate in my mind.  Perhaps, the stars, the sodden footpaths, the shadow of a raven.   Black and white beings, hold on to what is not there!  They are similar to High Definition beings in one respect.  They are forever searching for balance.
 There are dissimilar in one distinct way:
Black and white photography demands the viewer to look at what is before them.  Yet, black and white photography, also stirs the viewer to look into what they are seeing.  To let the photograph be an infinitely changing being…dependent on how one is feeling for the day!

Black and white beings see, what it is, what it was and what they would like IT to be!