So long lives this, and this gives life to thee

I was reading today on BBC.com, a very poignant discussion of one blind man’s experiences dealing with his mother’s death. To sighted people it might not be obvious that the experience brings with it extra challenges and difficulties for the blind.  What particularly touched me was the comment:

Sighted people are able to look at old photos and letters to help the grieving process. My photography skills leave a bit to be desired, and Mum could see so didn’t write to me in Braille.

I have ended up with: some old crockery, a couple of sound recordings and lots of memories. It doesn’t feel enough. Can my sighted friends and colleagues tell from my face when I am thinking of Mum, I wonder?”

We have previously discussed how photographs serve as time capsules, enabling us to bridge the time dimension.  This not just enables us to “interact” at some levels with people from a hundred years ago, but often they are all that remains for us of loved ones.  Vision is such a dominant sense for humans.  It is a sense denied blind people and they must rely on other sense and cues: letters perhaps or snippets of recorded voice. That is their perception space, and it is from perception that we form memories.

Of course, old photographs are never really enough either.  They are icons, often idealized ones, of what the person was or should have been.  They are poor substitutes indeed.  They endure the ages, offer some small level of immortality but in the end fall short by virtue of the fact that they are flat and two dimensional.  They do not breathe and worse they do not love us back.

The ATT Videophone

Figure 1 - Swedish Prime MinisterTage Erlander in 1969 using an Ericcson videophone to talk to popular TV show host Lennart Hyland. From the Wikimedia Commons, uploaded by Esquilo, and in the public domain.

Figure 1 – Swedish Prime MinisterTage Erlander in 1969 using an Ericcson videophone to talk to popular TV show host Lennart Hyland. From the Wikimedia Commons, uploaded by Esquilo, and in the public domain.

I was reading Scientific American last night. They have a long running feature called: “Fifty, One hundred, and One hundred and fifty years ago,” where they talk about what was featured in the magazine during these dates. I’ve been reading that column since I was a boy, when I would read my father’s copy. And here’s the thing, back then it was only “Fifty and a Hundred years ago.” I’m starting to feel a bit dated. And to make matters worse, the “fifty years ago” part is when I started reading it. Ah well, such is the unstoppable, indeed imperturbable flow of time. I guess that I’ll have to accept the fact that pretty soon people are going to be calling me “pops” and offering me seats on the subway, aka “The T.”

What caught my eye last night was a discussion of the ATT Videophone – and the dream of simultaneous video and audio telephone calls – that is one-on-one telephony (videophony?). Remarkably, in 1936 Georg Schubert (1900-1955) launched the world’s first video telephone service in  Germany, the  Gegensehn-Fernsprechanlagen or visual telephone system. It connected Berlin and Leipzip via dedicated coaxial cable. Those of you with cable TV won’t find this so retro!  The technology was based on  a system invented by Gunter Krawinkel’s and displayed at the 1929 Internationale Funkausstellung Berlin (Berlin International Radio Exposition). Schubet’s system was mechanical television based on a rotating Nipkow disk scanning a 20 cm square display at a resolution of 180 lines – so 30 lines per inch.  Come on, that’s pretty respectable for 1936.  It transmitted ~ 40,000 pixels per frame at 25 frames per second.  Eventually there were 1000 km of coaxial cable in the German system with the videophones located in public phone booths. 

During the 1950’s and ’60’s AT&T‘s Bell Labs spent close to $500M on research, product development, and public demonstrations of it’s videophone technology. The Picturephone Mod I’s was  promoted both at Disneyland and at the 1964 New York World’s Fair (Those of my generation may remember the jingle “part of the fun of the World’s Fair is the subway special that gets you there.” Well, maybe not so much). The first transcontinental videocall was made on April 20, 1964.

Well fast forward, and here we are in 2014.  We have achieved our videophone with teleconferencing, Skype, and Facetime.  Somehow, for once, it seems that Joni Mitchell was right in her song “The Circle Game.” “His dreams have lost some grandeur coming true.”  We love our cell phones.  We love sharing videos, even livestreaming to our friends from concerts and events.  We adore the immediacy of photography with these gadgets.  But videophones? Well yes, I know people who use them.  I even use them myself sometimes.  But the truth is that with video conferencing, when my Skype video goes down, I’m just as happy with voice only, as long as I can share PowerPoint presentations and documents. It’s not just an issue of unreliability or lack of bandwidth.  It’s a dimension that surprisingly we don’t seem to really need.

I know that people will disagree with me on this one.  The kids like to “see” mom or dad on a business trip.  But for me it’s all kind of a big yawn. “Calling Captain Video, wherever you are.

News from Hati and Skoll

Figure 1 -Kennebunkport Beach, Kennebunkport, ME. (c) DE Wolf 2014.

Figure 1 -Kennebunkport Beach, Kennebunkport, ME. (c) DE Wolf 2014.

Hati and Skoll Gallery is now almost two years old, and I wanted to thank everyone for their interest and support.  It’s really good to know that someone is out there, and I really value all of your comments.

I have made a few changes over this weekend to keep things up-to-date.  First, images from Charleston, SC have now been moved from the New Gallery to appropriate galleries: Places, Man-made, and Cabinet of Nature. The New Gallery now contains a selection of my photographs from Freeport, Cape Porpoise, and Kennebunkport, ME this past June.  It was fun to revisit the experiences that I felt when taking the photographs.  I anticipate in the near future putting together a complete set of images in my Photominimalism Series taken at Kennebunkport and Goose Rocks Beaches in Maine.

In the meanwhile, I hope that you enjoy these photographs and wish everyone all the best for the summer.

David

 

 

Super Moon

Figure 1 - Super Moon, July 12, 2014. (c) DE Wolf 2014.

Figure 1 – Super Moon, July 12, 2014. (c) DE Wolf 2014.

It is almost midnight here in Massachusetts.  It is just a bit sultry, but the sky is cloudless.  The moon has just risen above the trees.  The weathermen and weatherwomen have been abuzz all day about the “Super Moon.”  This is a relatively rare event, where the full moon is somewhat larger than usual because it occurs when the moon reaches perigee.  This is the point where the moon in its elliptical orbit around the Earth reaches its closest point. For those of you who missed last night, do not dispair.  The next supermoon is August 10, and it will be even closer to the Earth then.

I thought this an excellent opportunity to really put my Canon EF100-400mm f/4.5-5.6L IS USM to the test at its maximum extension of 400 mm, effective focal length because of the chip size is 640 mm.  I tripod mounted the lens and I turned the image stabilization off.  I am told that things get funky if you tripod mount with stabilization on.  OK.  I also choose to shift to manual focus.  I also chose manual exposure and used the old rule of thumb 1/ISO at f/16; so since the ISO was 400, I used 1/1250 at f/8.0.  The results are shown in Figure 1.  I am very pleased with the image.

And as I fended off mosquitoes and took this picture, my thoughts wandered to consider John Draper (1811 – 1882).  His first daguerreotype of the moon was taken on March 26, 1839.  I do a quick calculation to add to my wonder – 175 years ago.  That is nothing compared to Galileo Galilei, who turned the first glass to the moon over fiver hundred years ago.  And he said simply:

“It is a beautiful and delightful sight to behold the body of the Moon.”
Galileo Galilei, The Starry Messenger, Venice 1610: “From Doubt to Astonishment”

 

 

Fly and photograph like an eagle

Last January, I spoke about the dawn of the age of drone-based photography.  Well folks, the future is now!  National Geographic France/Dronestagram has announced the winners of the First Drone Aerial Photocontest.  And there are some beauties among the winners.  I am especially drawn to first prize winner “Flying with an Eagle,” made in Bali Barat National Park, Indonesia, by Dendi Pratama.  What better epitomizes the meaning of this new age of flying cameras than to leave the bounds of Earth to soar like and with an eagle?  For millennia this vision of true flight has been the dream of humankind.

Uh oh! Wolf is waxing philosophic again.  Here’s trouble.  But do recognize that from its beginnings photography has offered new visions of the world, extending both our physical and artistic vision, venturing into new worlds where anything is possible.  So in this context the use of drones as modern day mobile tripods, guided by photographic artists, is the latest stop in the development of photography, the artistic extension of the omnipresent, but impersonal, robotic eyes that we have spoken so much about.

While leafing (do we still leaf in this digital age?) through the contest winners, I find myself taking a deep breath.  There is a dark side to all this technology as well, but its forward push is both compelling and unstoppable.  I await this Brave New World with a touch of trepidation.

 

Presence of mind

Here’s one, sent in by a reader in response to yesterday’s post about “La Rapa das Bestas, that I cannot resist. It seems that on Wednesday Bill Hillman coauthor of “Fiesta: How to Survive the Bulls of Pamplona” was badly gored in the leg this past Wednesday during this year’s running.  And yes, as one might expect in this highly digital and connected world, it was all recorded in a photograph. It is a case, I suppose, of not following one’s own directions, since the book does point out that:

“My own final introductory words of advice are simple: if you want to guarantee you’ll survive running the bulls, stay off the street and watch it from a balcony.”

While the bulls are certainly dangerous enough, the event has been made all the more perilous by people who combine the event with a lot of heavy drinking, and co-author Alexander Fiske-Harrison blamed Mr. Hillman’s accident on another runner who pushed him.

I am, however, reminded of a statement attributed to the 19th Century British magazine “Puck.”  “What’s better than presence of mind in a train wreck? Absence of body.”  So you’ll definitely find me sipping coffee on the balcony.  

La Rapa das bestas

Well it’s that time of year again – time for Pampalona’s historic, albeit a bit crazy – annual running of the bulls.  This past Monday there were four injuries, including one goring.  And this doesn’t consider the bulls. Psst! It never goes well for the bulls! I am sorry to say.  All of this needless-to-say relates to ancient bull myths, labyrinths, and minotaurs.

So let’s talk about something else, something equally Spanish, and perhaps (I’m sorry) equally crazy. I was really drawn on Monday to this gorgeous photo from Reuters showing the annual (and in Spain when they talk annual, they’re talking 400 years of annual) of this year’s “Rapa das Bestas,” the annual round up of wild horses.  Round up for what, you ask.  The horse are rounded up, wrestled bare-handed to the ground (8<{) and then had their manes and tails sheared.  The horse are then deloused and returned to the wild.  This occurs throughout the villages of Spain’s northwestern region of Galicia.

Like bull running and bull fighting, La Rapa das Bestas has its origins in ancient mythology and antiquated view of the relationship between man and animals.  It comes from earlier (if you watch the news you’ll realize why I can’t say more brutal times).  It is, not surprisingly very controversial.  The photograph is really well done, and like Picasso’s drawings of bulls, it truly raises the question of how something cruel can be seen as an expression of manhood and art,  It points to a quintessential ambiguity about what we see as “beautiful.”

Robert deBruce defeating Edward the Second

In follow-up to yesterday’s post about cool events this summer, what could beat this past weekend reenactment in Stirling Scotland, of the Battle of Bannockburn, where Robert the Bruce in 1314 defeated the forces of Edward II in 1314. This year’s action was masterfully captured by Andrew Milligan for the PA.  It is one of the absolute best reenactment photographs that I have seen.

The Bruce was, of course, the great founder and champion of Scottish independence.  But the most bizarre element of his life occurred after his death.  It was his wish to have his heart buried at the holy sepluchre  in the Holy Land.  As he himself explained:”

“I will that as soone as I am trespassed out of this worlde that ye take my harte owte of my body, and embawme it, and take of my treasoure as ye shall thynke sufficient for that enterprise, both for your selfe and suche company as ye wyll take with you, and present my hart to the holy Sepulchre where as our Lorde laye, seyng my body can nat come there.”

The Bruce died 685 years ago on June, 7, 1329. His body was interred at Dunfermline Abbey.  His loyal friend agreed and pledged to take the embalmed heart on a pilgrimage and crusade to the Holy Sepluchre.  Douglas however, only reached Granada where he fell in battle laying the siege to Teba.  The embalmed heart was found upon the field of battle and returned to Scotland by Sir William Keith of Galston. It was buried at Melrose Abbery in Roxburghshire.

 

 

The sport of husbands

Hmm! The world is mesmerized by the World Cup Competition in Brazil. And if that’s not your cup of tea, then perhaps you are thrilled by The Annual Scottish Highland games. Still no? Don’t worry! There is always the World Championship Wife Carrying Competition that just ended in Helsinki, Finland.

This year it was a real nail-biter. Finland’s Ville Parviainen and Janette Oksman finished the 253.5 meter obstacle course in 63.75 seconds, less than a second ahead of Britain’s Rich Blake Smith and Anna Marguerite Smith. Rules require that the woman must be over 17 years of age and weigh at least 108 pounds.  It is not required that the lady be actually the competitor’s own wife. He’s allowed to borrow a wife from a friend for the occasion. Importantly, in years past the winner received his wife’s weight in beer.

This year’s competition was documented by photographer Markku Ojala for the EPA.  The dramatic moments at the finish were documented by Ojala.  And in case you are wondering why everyone appears to be soaking wet take a look at Ojala’s picture of the Smith’s crossing the water obstacle.