A Disturbing Object

Not far from where I live a trail goes off into the woods. I’ve documented it before in an earlier post: Wasteland off the Lake. It’s a strange area with an abandoned trailer, concrete forms, old tires, playground equipment etc. I went through again the other day.

I’d noticed these circular objects before, but hadn’t looked at them closely. At first I’d thought that they were mill wheels but dismissed that thought as they seemed too small. This time I took a closer look. The first one has a handle and right by the handle a sign (in yellow in the picture). The sign reads: WARNING. DO NOT ENTER. POISON GAS.

Clearly they covered some kind of container at some point. Makes you wonder what it was they covered!

Converging Lines

I was sitting in Moonbean Cafe, one of my favorite local eateries when I noticed these lines converging towards the center of the round table where I was sitting. I also like the warmth of the wood grain inlay. It was pretty dark inside and I wanted a decent amount of depth of field so I had to use a slow shutter speed. Luckily the low angle that I wanted allowed me to lean the camera on the table surface while tilting it downwards.

It’s Your Image Do What you Like to it

Quite some years ago when I was doing my Fine Art Degree at University I was working on an image which I wasn’t quite sure about. My tutor came over and asked what was wrong. I told him that I thought people wouldn’t like one aspect of it. He looked at me and said, “It’s your image, you can do anything you like to it.” Ever since then I keep repeating those words to myself.

via It's Your Image Do What you Like to it.

Interesting article and also an interesting set of comments.

The article focuses on processing of images and whether or not certain types of processing would meet with the approval of certain types of people. My wife likes to paint from time to time and a while ago I was in Montreal and she wanted me to get her some painting supplies. I checked around and found a store close to my hotel. While I was getting her stuff I got talking to the woman in the shop. I told her that I had once tried painting, but that my attempts were almost universally ridiculed by my family even though I quite liked the result. I had painted a horse with woods in the background. I liked the way the woods came out, and most of the horse. However, I’ll be the first to admit that one of the rear legs of the horse was somewhat ‘off’. But, I thought, not bad for a first attempt. My family apparently didn’t think so and I can still hear their mocking laughter today. I never tried painting again! The woman in the store essentially said that you don’t paint for other people. You paint for yourself. I’ve taken this lesson to heart with my photography. I do it for me, not for other people and I don’t really care too much what others think. Actually that’s not entirely true. I welcome constructive criticism, especially from those whose opinions I respect because it makes my work better. I think this article is saying the same thing.

The comments, while generally agreeing with the article, take the discussion in a different direction: If a photograph is substantially enhanced through post-processing is it still a photograph. Or is it, as some of the comments suggest, “digital art”? To me it’s still a photograph. Photographers have always enhanced their photographs through post-processing even in the days of film. The pictorialist photographers did a lot to their images to make them look like paintings and even Ansel Adams manipulated (if that’s the right word. It sounds too negative.) his negatives and prints to get them to realize the vision he had when he pressed the shutter release. I probably spend more time processing an image than I do taking it. When I take a picture I have a particular result in mind. Sometimes, rarely, I get this right out of the camera. More often than not I have to ‘tweak’ it to get the result I had in mind when I took the picture. I think I soured of photography at one point because, unlike Adams, I never learned how to develop my own negatives and make my own prints. This meant that I was at the mercy of commercial labs, which generally produced results, which I could not match with the idea I had in my head of what my picture would look like. Essentially I couldn’t control the entire process. Now, in the digital world, I can – at least up to a point. I don’t often print my photographs, but when I do I have to rely on a lab. One day I’ll get a better printer, understand better how printer profiles work and be able to get prints, which match the vision I had when I pressed the shutter release. Then I’ll only have to learn how to matte and frame the prints.

I suppose that is my ultimate goal – to be able to control the entire process from pressing the shutter release to viewing a print on the wall. I didn’t realize I was such a control freak.

One final thought. If you look for a definition of photography you tend to come up with something like ‘the art or practice of taking and processing photographs’. It would be wise not to forget that the word originally meant ‘drawing with light’. Under that definition both traditional approaches and “digital art” would both be considered to be photography.

Reed Memorial Library

The Reed Memorial Library stands at the intersection of Route 6 and Route 52 in Carmel, NY. According to Wikipedia:

It is the oldest library building in Putnam County,and was listed on the National Register of Historic Places in 1980.

It was built in 1914 by Arietta Crane Reed as a tribute to her late husband, William Belden Reed, an ardent supporter of the Literary Union of Carmel, which operates the library.[2] It is a Tudorbethan-style building of local stone with marble accents, and much original period furnishing inside.

Carmel had had a library since 1868, when the Carmel Library Association was formed. Its 900 volumes were first in a member’s home, then a local church. This made using it difficult, so in 1881 the Literary Union of Carmel was formed to take control. They housed the books first in homes and later on the second story of a local office building.

In 1911 that space was expanded, but the library’s collection was growing fast enough that it needed its own space. Two members donated the land; Arietta Crane Reed donated the money for the building in memory of her late husband, an executive with the New York City construction company Miller-Reed.

The New York firm of Pryor & Gaylor was commissioned to design a building that could not only serve as a library but a community meeting place. The irregularly-shaped structure accomplished both goals. Reed’s company did the structural work; a local firm handled the masonry. Ground was broken in November 1913 and the building was opened and dedicated seven months later, at a total cost of $45,000 USD ($1,059,518 2008 USD)). It has remained intact, without any alterations, ever since.