The earliest cat photograph

Figure 1 - Posibly the earliest photograph of a cat. From the Houghton Library at Harvard University and in the public domain in the United States because of its age.

Figure 1 – Possibly the earliest photograph of a cat. From the Houghton Library at Harvard University and in the public domain in the United States because of its age.

All of this dog and cat stuff is bringing us awfully close to “cute and cuddly animal pictures,” and I don’t want to be accused of that. So perhaps it is time to close this particular discussion with the image of Figure 1 of a daguerreotype showing a kitten in Harvard University’s Houghton Library.

According to Harvard this may, in fact be, the earliest cat photograph ever taken, or at least existing. It is rather blurred unfortunately; so the inherent cuteness of this long ago kitty is not really clear. And since all we can really say is that this image dates from somewhere between 1840 and 1860, it may well have competitors for “first” from the many daguerreotypes of “child with cat,” “woman with cat,” and “man with cat.”

While we ailurophiles and people dodging doggie doo-doo on the sidewalk know the answer, ultimately, photography is mute on the subject of which is the better or nobler pet, a cat or a dog. Imagine that you live in ancient Egypt in a home potentially filled with scorpions, rats, and snakes. It was your cat that protected you ever so fiercely. The lioness goddess Bastet was fiercely protective and warlike. As a result cats were sacred to Bast and they were mummified. Herodotus described how, when there was a fire, people would guard it to be certain that no cat ran into the flame. This does not speak to a great familiarity with the behavior of cats. When a cat died, the household would go into mourning just like for a human relative. They would often shave their eyebrows to signify their loss. Diodorus Siculus, described witnessing a Roman accidentally kill an Egyptian cat around 60 BC. An angry mob quickly gathered and mete out the required penalty of death for such an offense.

Many people claim that cats have never really gotten over being worshipped. This perhaps explains the view that “Dogs have masters, while cats have staff.”

Abraham Lincoln’s dog “Fido”

Figure 1 - CDV c1865 of Lincoln's dog "Fido," in the public domain in the United States because of its age.

Figure 1 – CDV c1865 of Lincoln’s dog “Fido,” in the public domain in the United States because of its age.

We seem to have started down the path of pet photographs; so in honor of last night’s presidential debate I thought I would post Figure1 showing Abraham Lincoln’s dog, Fido. Now recognize that Lincoln was clearly a cat man and had a tendency towards bringing stray cats home, and when your home is the White House…

But Fido has this important official photograph and an intriguing tail [sic] to wag and tell. Fido lived with the Lincoln’s in Springfield, Illinois. He was yellow, mixed-breed dog, who the story goes would accompany Lincoln on his errands in town. Unfortunately, Fido made a crucial error. He was terrified by the booming fireworks during the celebration of Lincoln’s election and Lincoln decided that taking Fido to Washington would be a great mistake, much to young Tad and Willy’s disappointment.

The Lincolns arranged for the Roll family to care for the dog while the Lincolns were in Washington. Like Harris the Turtle, Fido was to have the run of the house, and Lincoln specified that even if his paws were muddy that Fido was to be allowed to come into the house, and he was not to be scolded for it nor was he to be locked out during family meals Indeed, the Lincolns left a favorite horsehair sofa with the Roll family for their pampered-pet.

As a result, Fido was still living with the Rolls family when Lincoln was assassinated.  When the funeral procession stopped in at the Lincoln family home in Springfield, Fido was there to say good-bye. CDVs like that of Figure 1 were sold as Lincoln memorabilia following his assassination.

Unfortunately, Fido himself met a sad and violent end. John Roll recounted the story of Fido’s death: ”One day the dog, in a playful manner, put his dirty paws upon a drunken man sitting on the street curbing [who] in his drunken rage, thrust a knife into the body of poor old Fido. He was buried by loving hands. So Fido, just a poor yellow dog met the fate of his illustrious master- Assassination.”

Harris’ reptilian dreams

Figure 1 - Harris the Eastern Box Turtle. (c) DE Wolf 2016.

Figure 1 – Harris the Eastern Box Turtle. (c) DE Wolf 2016.

My wife and I went to visit dear old friends this past weekend.  There is great comfort and ease to old friends, and I found myself looking into the face of their pet eastern box turtle (Terrapene carolina carolina), whose name is Harris, and whom I have known for nearly twenty years as well. I took his photograph (Figure 1) doing his best Jar Jar Binks imitation with my IPhone set in “Reptile Mode.”

“Harris finished up his lunch and strolled over to the sliding doors to sniff and peer out the screen. He was placed royally on a cushion to give him a better view, and he dreamed his reptilian dreams, perhaps of adventures in the woods or perhaps of lady turtles.  For Harris there is nothing quite as appealing as a female terrapin endowed with a sexy carapace.

Like all pampered pets, Harris has run and reign of the house; so it is important to shuffle and never raise your feet as you walk about. The next morning I found him behind the couch contentedly snuggling up to the WiFi router, watching the lights blink, and just perhaps phoning home to the mother planet.

Tommy Atkins

Figure 1 - Detroit Publishing Company "Tommy Atkins," from the US LOC and in the public domain because of its age.

Figure 1 – Detroit Publishing Company “Tommy Atkins,1905” from the US LOC and in the public domain in the United States because of its age.

You know that if people photographed cats in silly positions that it wouldn’t be long before someone started photographing dogs in silly poses as well. After all, while cats need to be courted and coaxed, a dog will do it for bones or scraps. So it turns out that  a century before Wegman’s famous dog photographs amused us, people were already dressing up and photographing canines.

I’m offering up one of my favorites from 1905 entitled “Tommy Atkins” see Figure 1. Pipe smoking animals were very popular in the Pre-Surgeon General’s Report days. I remember a chimpanzee at the Central Park Zoo, back in the 1960s, who was famous for smoking cigars. And in this case there is more than a casual resemblance of, well let me give you a hint,

“…we shall fight on the beaches,
we shall fight on the landing grounds,
we shall fight in the fields and in the streets,
we shall fight in the hills;
we shall never surrender…”

Now British readers will certainly know who Tommy Atkins is, others maybe not. Tommy Atkins is a term for English soldiers particularly those in World War I. It is like the American term GI Joe. It is one of those curious issues in history. But the earliest use of the term appears to come from 1743 in a letter sent from Jamaica about a mutiny among the troops: “except for those from N. America ye Marines and Tommy Atkins behaved splendidly”.

Despite this the common and romantic belief persists, supported by the Imperial War Museum, that the name was chosen by the Duke of Wellington who was impressed by a soldier’s bravery  at the Battle of Boxtel in 1794 during the Flanders Campaign. After a terrible fight the Duke saw what he considered to be the most exemplary man-at-arms, Private Thomas Atkins, who despite terrible mortal wounds said, “It’s all right, sir. It’s all in a day’s work.”

And hats off to Harry Patch the last British combat veteran of World War I, the “Last Fighting Tommy.” Patch passed away on July 25, 2009 at the age of 111.

Harry Pointer’s “Brighton Cats”

Figure 1 - Harry Pointer with his Brighton Cats c. 1870. In the public domain in the United States because of its age.

Figure 1 – Harry Pointer with his Brighton Cats c. 1870. In the public domain in the United States because of its age.

Are you getting really tired of silly photographs on Facebook of cats in compromising positions? Have you ever wondered just how long this lunacy has been going on? Well, as it turns out the answer is, close to one hundred and fifty years. Yes for 150 years cats have been subject to this kind of humiliation.

As it turns out during the 1870s, Brighton photographer Harry Pointer (1822-1889) became well known for a series of carte-de-visite photographs which featured his pet cats. Pointer began with conventional images of cats in baskets etc. But he soon realized the commercial value of cats in silly outfits and silly poses. These were collectively know as  “The Brighton Cats” series, which had as many as two hundred cat photographs.

Figure 1 is a portrait in the series of Pointer with his kitties. In case you are wondering who was taking the photograph this is explain in Figure2.

 

Figure 2 - Cat Photographer from Harry Pointer's Brighton Cats c. 1870. In the public domain in the United States because of its age.

Figure 2 – Cat Photographer from Harry Pointer’s Brighton Cats c. 1870. In the public domain in the United States because of its age.

Alligator with butterflies

Yesterday I was admiring this year’s winners of the Royal Society Publishing Photography Competition and there were a couple of images that I found truly stunning. The first is a “through carcass”, yes that’s right, “through carcass” image of a vulture looking back at us, by Jonathan Diaz-Marba. Here is the quintessential image that everyone has of vultureness. And just to add to the effect is the heart shape of the tunnel of bones. It is as if to say “from vulture, with love. Next!” And second is Mark Cowan’s image of an Amazonian caiman covered in butterflies. It truly seems like something out of a Disney movie. The caiman appears humiliated by the whole affair. He has such a pathetic (OK now I’m really anthropomorphizing) look on his face. It is “Caiman with Butterfly Fascinators,” – the latest in reptilian fashion.

The Great Fire of London 1666

I am reminded, or informed, that this month marked the three hundred and fiftieth anniversary of the Great Fire of London, which torched the city on the fifth of September 1666. The Great Fire is believed to have been started at Thomas Farriner’s Bakery on Pudding Lane shortly after midnight on Sunday, September 2nd. and to have spread rapidly.

“It begun this morning in the King’s baker’s’ house in Pudding-lane.”
                               Samuel Pepys

So poor Mr. Farriner shares unwanted infame with a certain Chicago bovine. The major firefighting technique of the day was to demolish buildings and create fire breaks. However, this was delayed by the indecisiveness of the Lord Mayor of London, Sir Thomas Bloodworth. Just as today, blame seems to have been important in the seventeenth century. The fire gutted the entire medieval City of London that is inside the old Roman city wall. It did not successfully reach the wealthy district of Westminster, Charles II’s Palace of Whitehall, and also spared most of the suburban slums.  It consumed 13,200 houses, 87 parish churches, including St Paul’s Cathedral. Rumors quickly spread that the fire was set by suspicious foreigners, particularly homeless French and Dutch, who were England’s traditional enemies at the time.  There were public lynchings and street violence. Hmm, blaming immigrants – glad we’ve put that behind us.

What does all this have to do with photography? Certainly it was not yet invented; so we lack photographs of the event. What has turned my mind to this is a wonderful photograph taken by John Phillips for Getty Images showing a 120-meter long model of London’s 17th-century skyline ablaze during a commemoration of the Great Fire.

“Jane called us up about three in the morning, to tell us of a great fire they saw in the
City. So I rose and slipped on my nightgowne, and went to her window…but, being
unused to such fires as followed, I thought it far enough off; and so went to bed again
and back to sleep.”  
     

                             Samuel Pepys

The wire basket

Figure 1 - The stainless steel basket, (c) DE Wolf 2016.

Figure 1 – The wire basket, (c) DE Wolf 2016.

Here I am again trying to imitate Andre Kertesz’s great photograph “The Fork or La Fourchette,1928,” with my IPhone. It is the view that there is beauty in simplicity and utility, that there is glory to be found in the specular reflections off stainless steel, the play of its shadows, and the purity of a white background. For me it is this stainless steel double basket illuminated at an angle that produces odd shadows that intersect and seem at odds with the lines of the basket.

The Janus

The Janus, IPhone 6.0photograph, Concord, MA. (c) DE Wolf 2016.

The Janus, IPhone 6.0 photograph, Concord, MA. (c) DE Wolf 2016.

oday I’d like to share the IPhone photograph of Figure 1 that I took at our local garden center. It is a stone carving of a Janus, the two faced god of ancient Rome. This one is worm-like with the second face, I believe, at the other end. I looked Janus up on the Wikipedia and learned a number of interesting points. Jaanus was unique to the Romans. There was no Greek equivalent.The Janus is commonly regarded as the god of the new year, one face looking forward the other backwards. But according to the ancient Roman farmer’s almanac, Juno was the goddess that presided over the month of January. I cannot quite wrap my mind around the thought that ancient Roman farmers had their own almanac. Perhaps it was sold at the ticket window at the Colosseum.

We learn that Janus presided over the beginning and ending of conflict. He was the God of war and peace and also of transitions like birth and the beginning of journeys. Transitions are the rites of liminal passage and it strikes me as curious to see him portrayed as a worm, since in physics the wormhole is the ultimate transition, a doorway through which you pass from one place and time to another place and time, potentially with no regard for time’s arrow.