mandoman7, in favor of nothing so far. I have no ideas for the next HDR software evaluation so I'm still using Photomatix to try to squeeze a bit more capability out of it.
Nate Potter, Austin TX.
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mandoman7, in favor of nothing so far. I have no ideas for the next HDR software evaluation so I'm still using Photomatix to try to squeeze a bit more capability out of it.
Nate Potter, Austin TX.
Part of what's great about this infamous painting is how creatively it's been copied/memed
This is Amy Winehouse.
http://www.vh1.com/celebrity/bwe/ima...AMYS-WORLD.jpg
Heroique, That house is actually called the Olsen House after the Swedish fellow John Olson who inherited it thru his wifes' father, Capt. Samuel Hawthorne . Christina Olson was Johns invalid daughter who was disabled at a young age as I recall. Christina was aided to some degree by her brother Alvaro and aided a lot after Mr. Olson passed away.
This brings me to another story. A friend of mine and myself were taking a break from college and spent some time in his cabin in Steuben ME. He did painting, sort of drybrush work, while I did photography. An article in the Bangor ME newspaper featured a story about a painter in Cushing ME. who was doing unusually fine work using a drybrush technique. The few images shown indicated a rather minimalist approach which intrigued both of us since we were leaning that way with our own work. So one day we set out to find Andrew and possibly meet him. I think this was about 1958
We were directed to the Olson House which with difficulty we found along the east road down the peninsular. Arriving, we knocked on the door and Alvaro answered pretty quickly. We explained that we were young artists and just wanted to meet Andrew. Alvaro explained that Andrew would be in his house at Port Clyde and although he maintained a studio upstairs at the Olson house he was at home or more likely out sketching somewhere. We were invited in for coffee which was in the kitchen. I recall the house was primitive at the time; often the state of impovished ME abodes in the 40s' and 50s'. Alvaro struck us as a handyman type yet pleasant and Christina rather stern, at least for our brief visit. In retrospect the scene reeked of solitude and hardship. In later years I can understand the attraction that Andrew felt toward this couple and their minimalist environment.
As time went on I reflected back on that brief visit and began to pay more attention to Andrews' work and how well he captured the Maine back country ethic. It is the same kind of vision that my friend and I have been after for some 50 years, he still painting and me still photographing. That whole Maine experience, along with Andrews' paintings, has infused my work; I think to a larger degree than I've realized.
Lesson learned: I think that one cannot paint or photograph a subject without experiencing it over a period of time and developing an emotional attachment to it.
Nate Potter, Austin TX.
While this is true in a general sense, when light becomes one's subject -- when it is the light that one becomes emotionally attached to -- it is possible to transend Place to a certain degree and photograph new landscapes intently. But each Place has its own light, so Place and light can become connected to the point where they are one in the same.
Well, maybe he can be serious. I often have similar thoughts. ie looking at a photograph, how do you know it was taken with LF? I understand that I see things differently while composing and photographing, but if I were to then take the same photograph with my Mamiya I doubt anyone could tell which was which by looking at a print - rather I think LF offers a different way of seeing.
"At the Edge of Torrents"
My daughter and I went to the coast yesterday, which we usually do once or twice a year. I watched the waves coming over the rock "wall" with the sea palms for about 15 mins and found a spot about 25 feet from the rock wall for a photo. All these times, the wave only reached about 10 feet beyond the wall (yes, you can see where this is going, don't you?)
Then my daughter went back up for a moment, and I started to focus on the far side - the waves beyond the wall. This is with my head inside the dark cloth behind the 4x5 camera.
I saw a couple waves went over, and then I saw this big wave coming over on the ground glass and thinking to myself, hmmm... that wave looks kind of big... "Oh Sh*$%^t" and my legs got wet. Removing my head from the dark cloth, I saw that there were some spray on my camera and my camera bag 4 feet further away got soaked.
Fortunately my film holders were in ziplock bags and they were OK. Some lens got some spray. I wiped them and dried them as much as I could. I moved back another 10 feet, finally took some photos, and watched the waves some more, and for another 30 minutes or more, no wave ever reached that far again....
In any case, when we got home, I disassembled, washed, and cleaned the lens.
I hope this is all worth it!
http://richardmanphoto.com/PICS/20130406-Scanned-19.jpg
Thanks for braving the waves so we could see your dramatic image. And your story is a convincing argument for a UV or “protection” filter! They’ve saved me (well, my lens) a few times in the wilder, hostile areas of my region. Hope all your gear survived the salty splash.
An entertaining story – and your sense that Christina was “stern” during your visit is a surprise, not what I would have imagined from the Christina’s World painting above. But a life after being disabled by polio might do that to the best of us. BTW, in the painting she’s often described as “crawling” toward the house. How uncharitable – whether you know she’s disabled or not. I’ve never had that impression at all. To me, she’s been lounging in the autumn sun, and is turning about – naturally and unselfconsciously – simply to see up the hill. I’ve read that Wyeth says she was berry picking. Now I’m curious if she was being “stern” about it!
Thanks, Nathan and Richard. Inspiring photographs and stories to go along with them.