Patterns and Abstractions

Savannah, GA

Apartment Doorway, Savannah, Georgia, U.S.

  • I often look at objects in such a way that the images I shoot are in patterns instead of in photo-realism
  • Photographs of concrete objects are composed (decomposed?) into a generalized pattern or an abstract image
  • We tend to define abstraction by noting similarities or differences of objects
  • I think our brains look for patterns and to do this we zoom in and filter out information
Bandelier National Monument, New Mexico

Bandelier National Monument, New Mexico, U.S.

MIT Strata Centre, Cambridge, Massachussetts, U.S.

Building Facade, MIT Strata Centre, Cambridge, Massachusetts, U.S. (if you look closely you can see me and my sister in this photograph)

The Blockhaus at Eperlecques, France

The Blockhaus at Eperlecques, France

Brick Wall, Shuhe, Yunnan Province, China

Wall, Shuhe, Yunnan Province, China

Wall, Cargo Ship

Wall, Cargo Ship

Stoop, Kunming, Yunnan Province, China

Stoop, Kunming, Yunnan Province, China

Zippers, Shanghai, China

Zippers, Shanghai, China

Wall, Hong Kong

Building Facade, Hong Kong

Electrical Power Line Cable, Cargo Ship Engine Room

Electrical Power Line Cable, Cargo Ship Engine Room

Tai O Fishing Village, Hong Kong

Folded Carts, Tai O Fishing Village, Hong Kong

Tai O Fishing Village, Hong Kong

House Wall, Tai O Fishing Village, Hong Kong

Wall, Dali, Yunnan, China

Wall, Dali, Yunnan, China

Boats on the River Li, Xingping, Guangxi Province, China

Boats on the River Li, Xingping, Guangxi Province, China

Drying Fish, Mekong Delta, Vietnam

Fish Drying on the Mekong, Mekong Delta, Vietnam

Celeriac, France

Celeriac, France

Market, Ho Chi Minh CIty (Saigon), Vietnam

Market, Ho Chi Minh CIty (Saigon), Vietnam

Coffee Beans (in the hills outside of Tad Lo ), Laos

Coffee Beans (in the hills outside of Tad Lo), Laos

Records, Rue St. Denis, Montreal, Quebec, Canada

Records, Rue St. Denis, Montreal, Quebec, Canada

Dry Squid, Hong Kong

Dry Squid, Hong Kong

Bamboo Poles. Near Sanshazhen, Fujian, China

Bamboo Poles. Near Sanshazhen, Fujian Province, China

Stairs, Shanghai

Stairs, Shanghai, China

Arramanche, France

Arramanche, France

Window, Charleston, South Carolina, U.S.

Window, Charleston, South Carolina, U.S.

Up in the Air, Savannah, Georgia, U.S.

Up in the Air, Savannah, Georgia, U.S.

Telephone Panel, Kunming, Yunnan Province, China

Telephone Panel, Kunming, Yunnan Province, China

Cargo Ship, Life Boat

Life Boat, Cargo Ship

Room Windows, Cargo Ship

Room Windows, Cargo Ship

 

 

Why I Take Photographs

Father and Daughter

Father and Daughter

How I Feel About Photography and How it is Evolving for Me

Slowly but surely, photography is becoming an ever more important part of my daily life. Initially, I used the camera as a tool when travelling, to fix a memory, in time and place; each moment was new and different and I wanted to take them all back home with me. As it happens, the type of photography that is typically associated with travel suited me well because I adore taking portrait, street, architectural, and (occasional) landscape shots; they work with my sensibility and inclination. I have learned that I am not a food, sports, studio, wildlife/nature, or wedding photographer. And, despite being a person who is keen to get out of the city and into the countryside, I am not even big on photographing natural landscapes. Because I have travelled so much in the last few years I gradually came to the realization that, l have begun to look at the world with with a photographer’s eye. I have also become aware that when I have camera in hand I am happy. As I take photographs I am happy. When I work on the images I am happy.  Just knowing that I can wake up in the morning and go out to take photos or work on post-processing them makes me happy. I am one lucky woman. Photography is work but it is also fun. I am always watching people and thinking about how I would capture their faces, movements and postures. I am now attentive to space, form, composition, detail, and content as I look at the world around me.

How I Go About What I Do

In the past, I’d capture my subject, do some editing – which mostly consisted of deleting the obvious failures work minimally on post-processing, and then show the finished product to others. I hoped to achieve a reaction that would stay with my audience – just as the memory of the time, place, and subject of the photograph would trigger the same feeling that made me take the shot in the first place.

Now, I take the photograph and always go through a first-run edit in camera, before I move the files to my hard drive and post-processing software. Are the photographs clearly out of focus (when they should not be) or incorrectly exposed? When I’ve taken multiple shots of the subject, which are truly the best? Are they compositionally what I expected? If not, can I redeem them or accomplish what I had initially envisioned, in the post-processing stage? Is the subject even still of interest to me? I immediately do my first round of culling and delete any images that do not work. Then, when I review the photographs on my computer and begin the post-processing stage, I continue to eliminate images since I can see them more clearly and answer these same questions definitively. What I want to end up with are stronger photographs. But what does this mean?

What I Have Learned Thus Far

As I go through the thousands of photographs I have taken I am slowly learning that the good ones are few and far between. I know this intellectually but am still somewhat obsessed with numbers and want MANY to be good. This is just is not possible. My father tried to teach me this when I dabbled in photography in art school, years ago. He was always passionate about his photography and generous in sharing images with others; he did not give a rat’s ass about being a photographer with an upper case “P” or showing his work at a gallery. He took pictures for the sheer pleasure it gave him, the love of the medium, and the joy he derived from sharing them with friends and family. Unfortunately, he has had a number of strokes in the last dozen years or so and many of the things that once excited him are no longer a part of his life. He doesn’t take pictures anymore but he still enjoys looking at them. I do not photograph for him but I think about him often as I work.

Inspecting the images I’ve taken I realise a few things:

  • mistakes and “bad” photos are fine since I learn from them
  • ambiguity can be positive
  • it is great to get out of my comfort zone from time to time and take photos that I would not typically take – pan my subject, take nocturnal shots, attempt a photojournalistic style (often this includes the use of black and white, almost everything is in focus, and wide angle lenses are often used), etc.
  • I need to explore and stumble more and not think so much
  • waiting for the right moment can be crucial (my father had LOTS of patience when it came to photography – he, a man with very little of it and I, apparently, a chip off the old block)
  • waking up at a god-awful hour is sometimes important to capture the light you want from a particular place
  • going back to the same location, over and over again, can be a really good practice; it requires commitment and forces me to look at my surroundings differently, without preconceived ideas

My Strengths (or so I’d like to think…)

I have learned that part of what enables me to take some good and memorable photos is remaining receptive to my surroundings. I keep my eyes open for the bigger picture but also look at details, trying to see the world a little differently. This has become habit. I have, at times, forced photographs and most of those have not worked (to my great disappointment). In general, I have a good sense of composition. Also, I have a facility for getting people to agree to let me take photographs of them.  Often I get uncomfortably close to their faces – I am an invader of their personal space and yet they permit me.

Areas I Need to Work on

What I realise  now is that I need to go out with camera in hand every day, take photographs, and hone my skills. This comes with practice. As I venture out I must try to remain curious, interested, and observant. I have to:

  • capture the feeling that pushes me to take a photograph in the first place
  • keep my eyes open to the quality of light
  • take my time, try my best to look for compositional balance and take shots as I want them framed so that I do not have to crop afterwards (conversely, bad framing, where something is missing in the image, is regrettably permanent)
  • be open to spontaneity, be quick on the draw,  and not miss the moment (which has happened often enough)
  • look critically at my own photographs as well as others to develop both my eye and my judgment
  • improve my technical skills — use, control, and knowledge of the camera and lenses and how they work in different circumstances

I have yet to master all of this and lots more.

Reflections on My Next Steps

I had started dreaming that I will become a “Photographer” one day but right now that is not as important as just becoming skilled in this medium and better understanding and defining my vision so that I can do what I want photographically. I’d like to have my work advance and I want to dig deeper into myself and the world so that the my images grab others. I have also found that  photography is  beginning to take up much of my thinking and is slowly becoming an obsessive part of my life. I am starting to take camera in hand, in my city, to shoot photos when I go out. This is a good thing! I am nearing “the zone” which means that my brain is “switched on” so that my eyes are open and receptive.

The bottom line is that I want to take photographs and have that finished shot be the one I imagined. It is as simple as that. I may travel to take photographs but I am going to also stick close to home and attempt to see something compelling right where I live.

I truly believe I am in the early stages of becoming a photographer. No longer do I take photos just to capture a moment/memory. I would love to be able to take exceptional photographs one day. I am proud of my work thus far but I know I have a long way to go – that I can do much better. I am hopeful that practice and a lot of hard work will get me there.

China Seen Through the Eyes of a Venture Capitalist

A friend read and forwarded a blog posting about China to me. It was written by a venture capitalist in the health care industry. She wondered if this person’s interpretation of China might have a slightly different slant than that of an artist. It turns out the article was of great interest and written clearly (i.e., not in business-speak so that I could enjoy it!!). I pass it on to you: VC Road Trip Across China.

And to round out the above posting… a blog entry from China Change: What does it mean for the world, for the US, and for us as individuals to have an authoritarian China, with the world’s biggest economy soon and 1/5 of the world population, that rejects universal values?

Revisiting the Hanjin Lisbon Container Ship through Photographs

Cargo Ship, Life Boat

Hanjin Lisbon Container Ship, Life Boat

It has been more than eight months since I stepped off the container ship, that transported me to Hong Kong, en route to China. Time has passed and so much has happened since that journey. For one thing, I lived in a foreign city for six months where I learned a new language; I can now speak and understand Chinese. Well… a little, anyway.

Now I am back home in my own neighbourhood, in Cambridge, Massachusetts, where I have been surprised to discover that a number of new buildings and restaurants have popped up in my absence. It seems to have happened so fast; there were only holes in the ground when I left. It appears that time and life keep moving on.

This has prompted me, in the last few postings since my return, to reflect on the months that have gone by. As mentioned at the beginning of this post, my long journey began on a container ship. Here is a link to the blog posting covering my three weeks on that ship.

Was I Truly There??? China? Vietnam? Cambodia?

Me in Front of Storefront, Dali, Yunnan, China

Here I am in Front of a Storefront in Dali, Yunnan, China

It is hard to believe that only a few weeks have gone by since my return from Asia; I am so completely into the swing of things at home in the Boston area. It is ALMOST as if I never left. I can just barely “touch” China (where I lived and travelled from September 2013 until the end of March 2014) and Vietnam and Cambodia (where I travelled afterwards). They are elusive memories. And yet, profoundly, as I was out and about yesterday a large group of Chinese walked past me. Suddenly, a familiar feeling marked me and tied me to my time in China – I had a pleasantly warm and physical sensation throughout my body. My brain reminded me that I did, in fact, have particular experiences at particular times.

I left China feeling indifferent to the place, or so I thought. Now, I find that I miss it. I never thought I would and yet I do… I cannot figure out what it is that I miss; it is completely intangible – especially since while I was there I had mixed feelings about the country itself. But I realise there is something intangible about life there that I wish I could put my finger on. No matter. China did get under my skin and into my heart. I may not recall all of it, and certainly not necessarily on demand, but my past makes me who I am, now. The reality is, I truly was there.

Below is a small sampling of the photographs I took during my final three weeks in China: Shaxi, Dali, Fujian Province.

Shaxi, Yunnan Province China:

Grandmother and Grandchild out for a Stroll, Shaxi, Yunnan, China

Grandmother and Grandchild out for a Stroll, Shaxi, Yunnan, China

Shaxi Cultural Revolution Maoist Headquarters ("If the country wants to prosper and become strong then follow the birth plan" -- jie hua shen yu : one child one couple)

Shaxi Cultural Revolution Maoist Headquarters (“If the country wants to prosper and become strong then follow the birth plan” — jie hua shen yu : one child one couple)

Doorway (detail), Shaxi, Yunnan, China

Doorway (detail), Shaxi, Yunnan, China

Building a House, Shaxi, Yunnan, China

Building a House, Shaxi, Yunnan, China

Dali, Yunnan Province, China:

Street Scene, Renmin Lu, Dali, Yunnan, China

Street Scene, Renmin Lu, Dali, Yunnan, China

Bai Woman, Dali, Yunnan, China

Bai Woman, Dali, Yunnan, China

Woman, Dali, Yunnan, China

Woman, Dali, Yunnan, China

Alley, Dali, Yunnan, China

Alley, Dali, Yunnan, China

Fujian Province, China:

Fisherman, Fujian, China

Fisherman, Fujian, China

Sansazhen, Fujian, China

Sansazhen, Fujian, China

Fishermen. Near Sanshazhen, Fujian, China

Fishermen. Near Sanshazhen, Fujian, China

Sansazhen, Fujian, China

Sansazhen, Fujian, China

Xiamen, Zhongshan Park, Fujian

Xiamen, Zhongshan Park, Fujian

Xiamen, Nan Putuo Temple, Fujian

Xiamen, Nan Putuo Temple, Fujian

Xiamen, Near Zhongshan Park, Fujian

Xiamen, Near Zhongshan Park, Fujian

Yongding County's Earth Building Cultural Village, Fujian Tulou, Fujian, China

Yongding County’s Earth Building Cultural Village, Fujian Tulou, Fujian, China

Woman, Nanxi, Fujian Tulou, Fujian, China

Woman, Nanxi, Fujian Tulou, Fujian, China

Yongding County's Earth Building Cultural Village, Fujian Tulou, Fujian, China

Yongding County’s Earth Building Cultural Village, Fujian Tulou, Fujian, China

Yongding County's Earth Building Cultural Village, Fujian Tulou, Fujian, China

Yongding County’s Earth Building Cultural Village, Fujian Tulou, Fujian, China

Back in the U.S.A.

 

Last Night in Kunming (I look so happy since I was amongst friends but it was sad to leave them. Photograph courtesy of Klaus Hornetz)

Last Night in Kunming. I look so happy since I was amongst friends but it was sad to leave them. (Photograph courtesy of Klaus Hornetz)

I arrived home two weeks ago today, almost to the minute, as I start to write this post. I am delighted to be with my husband and cat and all the other things that give me a great sense of place and contentment. BUT! I know soon my feet will begin to itch and I will want the road again. It is just my nature. Steve has asked several times, jokingly, “Now where is your passport?” He knows me.

A friend who also knows me sent me the following excerpt which is from the German philosopher Herman Hesse‘s book, “Wandering”, (Triad/Panther Books, 1985)

“Once again I love deeply everything at home, because I have to leave it. Tomorrow I will love other roofs, other cottages. I won’t leave my heart behind me, as they say in love letters. No, I am going to carry it with me over the mountains, because I need it, always. I am a nomad not a farmer. I am an adorer of the unfaithful, the changing, the fantastic. I don’t care to secure my love to one bare place on this earth. I believe that what we love is only a symbol. Whenever our love becomes too attached to one thing, one faith, one virtue, then I become suspicious. Good luck to the farmer! Good luck to the man who owns this place, the man who works it, the faithful, the virtuous! I can love him, I can revere him, I can envy him. But I have wasted half my life trying to live his life. I wanted to be something that I was not. I even wanted to be a poet and a middle class person at the same time. I wanted to be an artist and a man of fantasy, but I also wanted to be a good man, a man at home. It all went on for a long time, till I knew that a man cannot be both and have both, that I am a nomad and not a farmer, a man who searches and not a man who keeps.”

“… I am condemned to be untrue. I belong to those windy voices, who don’t love women, who love only love. All of us wanderers are made like this. A good part of our wandering and homelessness is love, eroticism. The romanticism of wandering, at least half of it, is nothing else but a kind of eagerness for adventure. But the other half is another eagerness – an unconscious drive to transfigure and dissolve the erotic. We wanderers are very cunning – we develop those feelings that are impossible to fulfill; and the love which actually should belong to a woman, we lightly scatter among small towns and mountains, lakes and valleys, children by the side of the road, beggars on the bridge, cows in the pasture, birds and butterflies. We separate love from its object, love alone is enough for us, in the same way that, in wandering, we don’t look for a goal, we look only for the happiness of wandering, only the wandering.”

“There is no escape. You can’t be a vagabond and an artist and still be a solid citizen, a wholesome, upstanding man. You want to get drunk, so you have to accept the hangover. You say yes to the sunlight and your pure fantasies, so you have to say yes to the filth and the nausea. Everything is within you, gold and mud, happiness and pain, the laughter of childhood and the apprehension of death. Say yes to everything, shirk nothing, don’t try to lie to yourself. You are not a solid citizen, you are not a Greek, you are not harmonious, or the master of yourself, you are a bird of the storm. Let it storm! Let it drive you! How much you have lied! A thousand times, even in your poems and books, you have played the harmonious man, the wise man, the happy, the enlightened man. In the same way, men attacking in war have played heroes, while their bowels twitched. My God, what a poor ape, what a fencer in the mirror, man is – particularly the artist – particularly the poet – particularly myself!”

I am part farmer. I need to set roots into the ground. However, I have discovered over the years that I am a nomad who is able to set my feet firmly on the ground wherever I go; my drive to move on is strong as is my ability to make myself feel at home almost anywhere.