Seduced by scarlet

We spoke recently about the dimensionality of a photograph and how adding color adds dimensions. The point is well taken, but is expressed in purely physical terms. Beyond its personification as wavelength adding color adds a psychological dimension as well because we associate colors with emotion.

I was attracted this morning to an interesting article on the BBC website about the color red, “How the colour red warps the mind,” by David Robson.  What attracted me to this article was a seductive photographs of lips covered with an intensive lipstick (from Getty Images).  I love the forties retro lipstick vogue currently in fashion.  But the point here is well taken: red, scarlet, crimson, or carmine lips are all shades of seduction.  Case in point, the Scarlet Whore of Babylon.

Red can symbolize seduction. It can also symbolize anger and aggression. Dobson cites some interesting studies that demonstrate a commanding edge that red can impart.  Two psychologists, Russell Hill and Robert Barton at the University of Durham, found that in the 2004 Olympics randomly assigned red clothes, for instance, in boxing and tae kwon do, gave competitors a distinct edge.  Similarly playing with red poker chips at casinos tend to make people bet more than people with blue or white chips. While men who wear red ties project authority and dominance in their workplaces.

Dobson shows a pair of photographs of a beautiful, and yes, seductive woman, in red and in blue (from Thinkstock). The images are fascinating.  I keep trying to figure out what my perception of the color effect is.  They both indicate elegance and style.  In both cases I have the sensation of smooth satin. The red one is intense, strong, and dominating.  While the blue one is soft, cool, and mellow.  I am not sure that I would characterize one as more sensual than the other, but the fact that they are evoking a different set of emotions is clear.

We already know that the perception of color is not merely a physical one but a physiological one as well.  But perception of color, and the its psychological effects, go way beyond the physiology of the firing of rods and cones in your retina.  It is a deeply seated brain function. This is what is unleashed, or harnessed depending upon your spin, when you add the dimension of color to a photograph.

British Wildlife Photography awards for 2014

It is time for something beautiful and fortunately for us the British Wildlife Awards have just been announced for 2014.  There is a lot to choose from among this year’s awardees, but if forced to make choices I’m going to vote, as “best of show” for the truly gorgeous and impressionist image by Peter Cairns, winner in the Wild Woods Category, entitled “Autumn Jewels, Woodland, Cairngorms.”  And then there is equally magnificent image, both the overall competition and the urban wildlife award winner, of a grey goose on the River Thames by Lee Acaster from Wortham in Suffolk.  The tonal quality and mood of the image are just wonderful, and you almost get the sense that the goose is just a bit confused by his very urban surroundings. Really wonderful! Note also the beautiful way that the light comes in from the left side. Oh, and really for fun take a look at Alan Price’s highly commended black and white image of two Jackdaws stealing wool from an all-knowing and amused sheep  in Gwynedd, Wales.

So here’s my suggestion.  First, get through your work day.  Then take a few moments to visit the competitions website and see all of the winners and commendations.  It will make for a good end to your day.

Compromising photographs

While we certainly have more significant issues to worry about, we were diverted Labor Day Monday morning by the revelation that hackers had hacked the Cloud and retrieved deleted naked photographs, real and faked of several actresses and models. Hmm! I suspect that there will be much more to this in the end. And also why would people take and store photographs of themselves in compromising positions? Well really it is a right in a free society.

And I think that there is a simple and profound lesson that goes to the heart of the evil side of the internet and social media. Yes, as with anything created by humans, there is both a positive and an evil side.

We may begin our search for the evil side with the story of Lady Godiva, before she became a chocolate, and the “Peeping Tom.”  It seems that Mrs. Godiva, or as legend goes, begged her husband, ruler of the local kingdom to reduce the taxes on the suffering people.  he agrees provided she will ride naked across town.  The lady in question it seems is able to cover her more private regions with her long tresses of golden hair.  Everyone stays indoors and doesn’t look except for this voyeur, named Tom, who peers through a hole at the Lady.  He is struck blind.  This latter point is significant.  I mean so much for “blessed are the merciful for they shall be shown mercy.” Ironically Godiva’s husband was Leofric, Earl of Mercia.

So I don’t think the Godiva story really relates.The point is not fear of reprisal but civilized action. And to this point, to me this current situation relates to certain private family letters by John Adams to his wife Abigail (July 24, 1775) then attending the Congressional Congress that eventually wrote the Declaration of Independence, in which Adams derogatorily expresses his impatience with certain members of the congress.

The two events may seem unrelated; but the point is this that gentlemen (gentle-people, people with class) do not read the private mail of other gentlemen. There is an implicit rule, a social contract, for members who value a free society and its free interchange and one that should be followed by people who wish to use the internet in an unhurt-full fashion. The term free society is key here. It is not an obligation it is civilized contract. While we probably cannot stop abuse of the internet and abuse of social media, we do not have to look at the garbage, to sneer, chuckle, or chortle at it. And this is also true of stating and restating political untruths over and over again until the seem real solely by repetition.  This is not ideal moralizing. Who is ultimately denigrated when one seeks out this kind of image?

East Indiaman, Friendship

Figure 1 -"Dory, Salem, MA." (c) DE Wolf 2014.

Figure 1 -“Dory, Salem, MA.” (c) DE Wolf 2014.

I wanted to post this morning another image that I took at the National Maritime Historic Site in Salem, MA on Sunday.  They have a beautiful reconstruction of an East Indiaman, Friendship that I was photographing.  It is easy to lose yourself in the beauty of the rigging and the masthead.  But I often find that the best photographs are in the details and not where you expect them to be, but more often at different angles and from behind.  This picture I took from as close to water level as possible, by descending the boat launch until my feet were just short of in the water, where I was crunching the dried poppers on the cobblestones. I was interested not in the ship itself but in the dory and the ladder.

This photograph for me is all about composition – like an etude.  I spent a good deal of time composing it. And was happy when the necessary image cropping proved to be minimal.  The goal was to capture the stillness, intensity, and high contrast of a warm summer’s day, where the light was so strong that it made you squint. There was a strong breeze, seen here as the glistening ripples on an otherwise calm surface.

Canon T2i with EF70-200mm f/4L USM lens at 109 mm, ISO 800, Aperture-Priority AE at 1/125th sec at F/16.0 with no exposure compensation.

 

E pluribus unum

Figure 1 -"E pluribus unum, Salem, MA." (c) DE Wolf 2014.

Figure 1 -“E pluribus unum, Salem, MA.” (c) DE Wolf 2014.

It is, friends, the official end of summer – whatever that means.  New England photographers prepare first for the gorgeous light of September and then for the glory season of autumn.  I will admit to being just a bit psyched.  That’s psyched not psycho!  So it seemed pretty fitting to seek out the sea today.  To touch the Atlantic one more time at least before the winter. We went up to Salem Massachusetts to the National Maritime Historic Site and to the Peabody Essex Museum to see, before it closes the exhibit “J. M. W. Turner and the Sea.

It was an amazing day, fist weather-wise.  But then I found myself having lunch in the tap room of the Hawthorne Hotel and I realized that almost fifty years ago to the day, August 1964, I had dinner there with my parents.  It is funny how the time machine of life goes.  And I am always amused to read the wall exhibits at the Inn about the shooting of an episode of the television series “Bewitched” there in 1970.  For how much longer will the fading collective mind of a generation remember that television series?

Nathaniel Hawthorne (1804 – 1864) was born in Salem, MA, then a teeming seaport and the capital of the “China Trade.”  The “House of Seven Gables” is preserved as is the “The Customs House,” were Hawthorne actually worked.  There is a magnificent gilded American Eagle atop the Customs House a three-dimensional variant of The Seal of the United States, “E pluribus unum” – “Out of the many, one.”   I took a few photographs of the eagle, but the distance is trying.  I found a smaller replica at the National Parks Service’s Vistor’s Center, got down on the floor to get the angle that I wanted, and used my 70 to 200 mm lens at 91 mm from a few feet away to achieve the in the eagle’s face off center look that I wanted.  Since the light was low, I shot with an ISO of 3200.  I don’t find that too grainy in the digital world, and it enabled me to use 1/80th sec (approximately 1/focal length) necessary because the lens is not image stabilized. Note the catch-light in the eagle’s eye.  It is not added and gives a real-life sense to the bird.  I got home and was delighted to find that I could achieve exactly the tone and mood that I wanted.

Canon T2i with  EF70-200mm f/4L USM lens hand-held at 91 mm, ISO 3200, Aperture-Priority AE, 1/80th sec at f/5.6 with no exposure compensation.

Burning the Library at Alexandria

Figure 1 - An exhibit case in the Naturhistorisches Museum Wien where artist models enhance traditional fossils.  From the Wikimedia Commons and the Naturhistorisches Museum Wien, uploaded by laika ac, under creatve commons attribution license.

Figure 1 – An exhibit case in the Naturhistorisches Museum Wien where artist models enhance traditional fossils. From the Wikimedia Commons and the Naturhistorisches Museum Wien, uploaded by laika ac, under creative commons attribution license.

I have been a bit more circumspect about my short tirade yesterday concerning museum exhibits that aren’t museum exhibits, specifically not genuine photographs but merely copies of photographs.  Grrr!

It all began this last spring when my wife and I visited the “Old Slave Mart Museum” in Charleston.  It is a terribly important site of infamy to preserve, but the fact is that it is a historic site.  They have almost no artifacts, so they cover the walls with posters of facts, pictures, and first hand accounts.  Is that good or bad?  Whatever it is, it is not really a museum.  And the problem is that such material can be much better presented on a website, or a Ken Burns documentary.

In actuality, the “Old Slave Mart” is hardly the beginning.  There is a huge history of natural history museums having copies of, for instance, dinosaur skeletons; and art museums having copies of great statues.  Natural history museums, indeed all museums, serve multipurposes, and one of their major purposes is to provide students of natural history with specimen examples to see.  Similarly when it comes to sculpture, you might argue that a true copy provides the art student with the ability to really take in a three-dimensional object.

But photographs of photographs? And would you feel somehow cheated if your favorite art museum had nothing but copies?  Why not forget the galleries altogether and go straight to the gift shop and look at the postcards?

What is of course going on is that the world is changing.  No surprise! We are in the middle of a technological revolution, where the only thing stopping libraries from going totally digital is copyright laws.   Oh no, oh no, some will scream.  I need a tangible, physical book to touch and to read.  Listen I like, no love, books as much as anyone.  But there are very few cases where seeing an original carbon copy is justifies. It’s not even environmentally PC. Times they are a changin’; so get over it.

So I think that really what we are observing is the process of redefinition that libraries and museums are undergoing.  It is a metamorphosis.  As for thinly disguised photographs of photographs, the issues, but not the answers, are clear.  I look at historic images every day, and I benefit hugely from the sage commentary that accompanies these high-resolution images on the web.  Museums are not websites.  Wall space is expensive real-estate.  Certainly, there are people who would not visit the websites that I frequent, who will not watch television documentaries (for as long as television lasts), people who would not know important historical stories were it not for the museum “exhibit.”

“The fire has spread from your ships. The first of the seven wonders of the
world perishes. The library of Alexandria is in flames…. What is burning is the memory of mankind.”
George Bernard Shaw, “Caesar and Cleopatra” 1898

The Last Muster Project

Figure 1 - Portrait before 1867 of Lemuel Cook the last official veteran of the American Revolution. From the Wikimedia Commons and in the public domain.

Figure 1 – Portrait before 1867 of Lemuel Cook the last official veteran of the American Revolution. From the Wikimedia Commons and in the public domain.

Yesterday’s post about Alonzo Cushing was fresh in my mind, when I went this morning to the “Concord Museum” to see a special exhibit tracing the events of April 18 to 19, 1775 hour by hour. These were the events that sparked the American Revolution.  And I was not expecting photographs because of age.  But as it turns out there was another exhibit called “The Last Muster” and this was only photographs, photographs of the few veterans of the American Revolution who managed to live to see the invention of photography and to be themselves photographed.

Oh,and before I move on, allow me one major peeve.  I object to the current trend in museums not to show original objects.  We don’t see the original photographs; but more often than not barely disguised copies of the originals.  I saw this in Charleston as well. Boo!!!!

This exhibit relates to “The Last Muster Project” and book by a similar name, by photodetective Maureen Taylor.  Taylor has done an amazing job of searching out photographs of “the survivors.”  Still, who actually was the last man out is a matter of some controversy.  It all depends on what you mean. Last proven veteran? Last pensioner? Are drummer boys acceptable?  You know what, it really doesn’t matter; the effect of all of the images on our psyches is the same. So I am not going to enter the fray here and I have sided with the United States Governement and included as Figure 1 a portrait taken before 1867 of Lemuel Cook (1759-1866). Cook was  the last official veteran of the American Revolutionary War, who enlisted in the 2nd Continental Light Dragoons, Continental Army.  To me this is really amazing.

And the reason that it is so amazing is, as always, that it connects us across time and as a nation.  Indeed, as a generation dies out unless we record their stories, or in this case photograph them, we loose their first hand experience.  The momentous event becomes by degrees just a bit more abstract and impersonal.  We see that now as we rapidly lose the “Greatest Generation,” the World War II warriors.

Indeed, in 1864 the Rev. Elias Brewster Hillard a congregationalist minister from Connecticut set out desperately to document these “Last Men” before they died out.  He published his photographs and stories in “The Last Men of the Revolution (1864).”  The date is important, because at the time the nation was embroiled in a civil war that put at jeopardy what these men set out to accomplishe.  Indeed, I would argue that the American Civil War as a fight for liberty was the American Revolution, part II. This book was reprinted by Barre Publishers in 1968.  Hillard recognized the importance of this task of preservation.  Ms. Taylor, using modern techniques set out with her Last Muster Project to discover more of these memorable men and women.  Her book documents the lives of seventy of these individuals.

Regular readers of this blog will recognize how often I am drawn back to the Old North Bridge in Concord, MA as a place of beauty and history.  When my son was younger he used to march in a band that crossed that bridge on Patriots Day commemorating what happened there.  I would stand with the other parents and revelers on the other side of the bridge, where the British Regulars came to cross, and it struck me on many a cold and windy April morning how insanely brave these framers and tradesmen were to stand and defend that spot against the mightiest army in the world.

 

Portrait of Alonzo H. Cushing

Figure 1 - First Lt. Alonzo H. Cushing, from the Wisconsin Historical Society and the Wikimedia Commons. Uploaded by DIREKTOR and in the public domain.

Figure 1 – First Lt. Alonzo H. Cushing, from the Wisconsin Historical Society and the Wikimedia Commons. Uploaded by DIREKTOR and in the public domain.

We have spoken before about the nineteenth century faces that stare back at us from antique photographs. They seem to possess a haunting element of awareness. None are more haunting than the faces of soldiers from the American Civil War. You wonder just what was in store for these people. And while you might not know, what you do know is how terrible the statistically odds were and the inevitable fact that at the very least the person in the photograph would experience hell.  The tense is confusing.  Would experience? Did experience? It is the photograph itself that creates the ambiguity.

This morning I came upon the photograph of Figure 1 in the New York Times.  If the face is anonymous what do I experience in the seeing? I am are taken by the soft, handsome, youthfulness of the subject. Notice the eyes. They probably were blue. They look slightly way from us in distractedness and the catch-light is there to give the portrait life.  And the catch-light is a connecting point, because any of us would light the eyes in just this way if we were taking the image today. There is a certain jauntiness to the tie. Yes it all makes you wonder and it all brings the subject back to life.

But in this case there is no need to wonder. The image is of First Lt. Alonzo H. Cushing. Cushing was a West Point graduate and he was there at the battle, at the spot, and at the most pivotal and momentous of moments. Cushing stood his ground on Cemetery Ridge at Gettysburg against Pickett’s Charge 151 years ago last month. Despite mortal wounds he kept firing his canon. Cushing is credited with playing a major role in turning the tide that day, an event which arguably led to preservation of the Union.which shows West Point graduate and Lt. Alonzo H. Cushing.  It seems just a bit incomprehensible.  These were the battles of a century and a half ago and a lot has happened since, the world and America have moved on.  Yet it was important and for this bravery, Cushing was just posthumously awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor by President Obama.

When he went off to fight, Cushing told a cousin that “I may never return…I will make a name for myself.” Now a hundred years later the promise seems both prophetic and ironic. It makes us realize all the more that everyone of these soldier images, Union and Confederate, is a silent witness to something both monumental, something beyond themselves, and at the same time something intensely personal.

It is really kind of odd the importance we attach to historic photographs of people. Read a biography and you inevitably find yourself drawn to the portraits. Somehow the visage in the photograph gives genuineness and life to the story. In this case what a horrible yet courageous story it was.

Theodore Roosevelt in Color

Figure 1 - The Roosevelt Family, colorized Pach Brothers Postcard.  From the Wikimedia Commons, upload by Infrogmation  and in the public domain. because of its age.

Figure 1 – The Roosevelt Family in 1903, colorized Pach Brothers Postcard. From the Wikimedia Commons, upload by Infrogmation and in the public domain. because of its age.

Our discussion yesterday about the Panama Canal got me thinking about whether there were any autochromes or color photographs of Theodore Roosevelt. So after a few Google, Bing, and Wiki searches I came to the conclusion that yes there were. The most definitively autochrome of the Roosevelt images is a rather unflattering photograph of Teddy holding an American flag from 1907 from the George Eastman House. There is also, by the way and as an aside, an absolutely gorgeous autochrome of our old friend Mr. Samuel Clemens taken in 1908 by Alvin Langdon Coburn.

Figure 2 - "Wiggle" stereo image by Underwood and Underwood of Theodore Roosevelt with John Muir in the Yosemite Valley.  From the Library of Congress through the Wikimedia Commons and in the public domain.

Figure 2 – “Wiggle” stereo image by Underwood and Underwood of Theodore Roosevelt with John Muir in the Yosemite Valley in 1903. From the Library of Congress through the Wikimedia Commons and in the public domain.

There are a fair number of color pictures of Theodore Roosevelt. I wanted to include one of the more spectacular of these as Figure 1. It was taken by the Pach Brothers in 1903 and shows the entire Roosevelt Family. Pres. and Mrs. Theodore Roosevelt seated on lawn, surrounded by their family; 1903. From left to right: Quentin, Theodore Sr., Theodore Jr., Archie, Alice, Kermit, Edith, and Ethel. This is actually a contemporary colorized postcard version of a really gorgeous black and white image that is in the United States Library of Congress. I vote for the black and white as most beautiful. But what I wanted to point out here was the thirst that people had at the time for colored photographs. There was a huge demand for color in images and both the highly talented photographic colorists and the autochrome process filled this need. Innovation is ever driven by two factors: public demand and the belief that if we got clever something just might be doable. Note, that is the belief not the fact that something is doable that gets it accomplished.

Figure 3 - "Princess Alice" in 1903. Colorized photograph by .  From the Library of Congress and the Wikimedia Commons.  In the public domai because of its age.

Figure 3 – “Princess Alice” in 1902. Colorized photograph by Frances Benjamin Johnston. From the Library of Congress and the Wikimedia Commons. In the public domain because of its age.

Roosevelt, of course, live just as photography was moving into color and as moving pictures were appearing. There are, in fact, several film clips of the President. There is also a wonderful Underwood and Underwood stereo pair showing Roosevelt with John Muir in the Yosemite Valley from 1903 (Figure 2). Click on this image to “animate” the 3D effect. When Roosevelt woke up in the morning and his sleeping bag was covered with snow he exclaimed: “This is bully!”

Finally, I’d like to share as Figure 3 one more colorized image. This is of his daughter Alice Roosevelt Longworth (1884-1980). It is a coloration of a black and white portrait made in 1902 by Frances Benjamin Johnston. Alice was one of the great beauties of her day. She was outspoken and her antics led to her being fondly dubbed as “Princes Alice” by the public. When asked why he couldn’t better control his daughter, Roosevelt famously said “I can be President of the United States, or I can control Alice. I cannot possibly do both.

I remember back in the late seventies reading an article about Alice Roosevelt Longworth who then lived in a house near DuPont Circle in Washington, DC.  This was was covered in poison ivy. She was said to have a pillow on her settee that read “If you haven’t got anything good to say about anybody, come sit next to me.