A justaposition of hats and a running boy

It is Saturday morning; so time to scan all the “Week in Pictures” for fun and beautiful images. I found two that I really like this week. The big news in the United States is, of course, Pope Francis’ visit, and there is this clever image by Tony Gentile for Reuters showing a clever juxtaposition of heads or hats.Pope Francis is being greeted by Cuba’s President Raul Castro as he arrived to lead a Mass in the city of Holguin, Cuba.

The second is from the other side of the world by Alex Ogle of AFP Getty Images and show a boy in India running with youthful enthusiasm, not to mention stamina, up the steps of the Chand Baori stepwell in Abhaneri village in Rajasthan on Sept. 24, 2015. For just a few hours on one day each year local residents are permitted to descend into the 100-foot-deep, 1,200-year-old stepwell. The action of the boy contrasts beautifully against the sheer geometry of the stepwell, creating a marvelous photograph. An interesting aspect, for me, is the dark area of shadows in the lower right. Some might argue that this should have been cropped out. But in my view it adds an air of enigma to the photograph. The image is reminiscent of Willy Ronis‘  classic Le Petit Parisien, 1952.

 

 

 

 

Exoplanet orbiting a star

Regular readers know that I am a great lover of images astronomical.  Some of you will roll your eyes. But this is because as a boy I used to sit in the New York Harden planetarium and wonder about the universe. I still wonder a lot. Very often these images show something that we never expected to see. They force us to see our relationship to nature and the cosmos very differently than our otherwise myopic Earth-bound viewpoint would allow. I know that it is a cliche but these images truly enable us to witness the “anvil of the gods” – the forge of Hephaestus.

So to that point I was inspired last week when a reader and colleague posted on Facebook a series of images taken between November 2013 to April 2015 with the Gemini Planet Imager (GPI) on the Gemini South telescope in Chile and arranged in video format. It is a short video segment that actually shows the exoplanet β Pic b orbiting the star β Pictoris. We are seeing this from a vantage point 60 light-years away from Earth. In the video images, the star itself is physically obscured, so that the dim light of the planet makes it through. The scientific work was described on September 16 in the Astrophysical Journal.

It is barely twenty-five years that we have been detecting planets outside of our own solar system – so call exoplanets. This revolution in astronomy was achieved by some extremely clever scientific methodologies and it truly represents a point of revolution in human thought. Still suffering from Earth-bound nearsightedness we cannot yet truly understand where this will all take us. The significance of such “photographs” is that for vision sense-dominated humans “seeing is believing.” Once you see there is no going back.

Goldfinch time

Figure 1 - American goldfinch (Spinus tristus_, Little Fresh Pond, Fresh Pond Reservation, Cambridge, MA. (c) DE Wolf 2015

Figure 1 – American goldfinch (Spinus tristis), Little Fresh Pond, Fresh Pond Reservation, Cambridge, MA. (c) DE Wolf 2015

You see the bird watchers at Fresh Pond in September stalking the goldfinches. For goldfinches this is their most spectacular time of year and they are very busy. They typically hardly stay still for a photograph. I was treated yesterday by this female American goldfinch (Spinus tristis), which typically have a greenish yellow coloration, pretty in its own right even if it pales in comparison to the male’s bright yellow. This one sat still enough long enough for me to really get “a bead on it.” I slowing moved around until I got her with a good side view and head turned down coy pose. And I especially love it when the picture shows the fine features of food in the bid’s mouth.

A couple walking around the Pond stopped politely and when I had finished taking my pictures asked what I had photographed. We chatted for a while and they equally politely squinted at the images in my view finder.

There is this golden light and a warm sense of harvest abundance, especially for the birds who feast on end of summer seeds, which are everywhere. Among these are the delicate milkweed pods, which will always remind me of the movie “Invasion of the Body Snatchers.” The colors are just starting to change, with the dominant red coming from the year’s crop of poison ivy.  This is everywhere.

Can T2I with EF70-200mm f/4L USM lens at , ISO 1600 with Aperture Priority AE mode, 1/2000th sec at f/4.5 with no exposure compensation.

Cyber spore and the beginning of fall

Figure 1 - First touches of fall, (c)  DE Wolf 2013

Figure 1 – First touches of fall, (c) DE Wolf 2013

Today is the first full day of fall and I was greeted this morning with a message from Facebook about how exactly two years ago I had posted the photograph of Figure 1 on Facebook.  So two things:

First the picture is exactly how I am feeling. I went for a walk today at lunch around Fresh Pond and everything was warm and glorious. The colors haven’t quite achieved the autumnal impressionism that I love so much. But of course, with Photoshop I could fake it. I hope my readers will forgive me the repost. I like this IPhone image so much that I just have to repost it.

Second, what the hell is going on? Our trail now proceeds us like so much cyberspore.  Look at a product on the web and you will be plagued with it forever. And should we find ways to stop that then website purveyors are going to have to find new means of revenue, like charging us for visiting – gulp. Is this the return of the AOL model?  The other problem with being followed by your past is that not so subtle voice yelling: “Look at you. You were young and fat then, and now you are old and fatter.” It is so inescapable!

Soviet bus stops

A reader has brought to my attention some intriguing photographs by Canadian photographer Christopher Herwig of Soviet era bus stops. I know that it sounds esoteric, but these structures often in the “middle of nowhere” offered architects that rare moment of “out of the box” self-expression in an otherwise state-controlled artistic environment. Some are stark and imposing, some appeal to a sense of science fiction,  and others are whimsical. In all cases you try to imagine people standing their waiting endlessly for buses. Many of these structures are crumbling and fading away and they would otherwise fade into distant memory and ultimate oblivion were it not for Herwig and his efforts. He has been photographing these structures for twelve years and amazingly has amassed images of approximately one thousand structures and a book of his work entitled “Soviet Bus Stops,” has recently been published.

Oktoberfest

My wife and I were out driving around this afternoon and she commented on just how gorgeous the light was – September light. The weather in New England is perfect, crisp mornings with dry warm but not hot afternoons. Photographically, I tried unsuccessfully to get some good photographs at the new Boston Market – but a hoped for image of a hake lying on a bed of ice did not meet my standards, which was probably just as well. I feel for the fish, who yesterday morning was swimming in George’s Bank only to find himself lying on a bed of ice in the market and soon to be someone’s dinner.

I was looking for something photographically beautiful and fun this morning. To the point, in Germany it is the time of the Oktoberfest, and I found this smashing image by Sven Hoppe for the AP of the scene in one of the beer tents on the opening day of the 182nd Oktoberfest in Munich, Germany, on Sept. 19, 2015. What could be better and nothing could be wurst. Sorry!

 

Kiss Cam

About a week ago I blogged about famous photographic kisses and yesterday a kiss of note came up on the web. This was of former President Jimmy Carter, who is currently battling cancer, kissing his wife of 69 years, Rosyln, during an Atlanta Braves game – all very sweet! So we have two of the great love’s of President Carter’s life, his wife and the Atlanta Braves.  All of this was caught on the MLB Web Cam at the Atlanta Braves park.

Web Cams are one of those peculiar phenomena of the twenty-first century, and particularly peculiar are these “Kiss Cams.” Kiss Cams in a sense a voyeurs. In another sense they offer up that little bit of fame that people seek, those few moments of being on reality TV – hint there is no reality to TV. On the other hand (wait that’s three) baseball games are long and can be quite boring since they are filled with long periods of time when the players are doing nothing. In fact, that’s kinda most of the time. And in reality there is no more frustrating and disgusting moment than to watch players and coaches chew and spit tobacco. Indeed, and much to his credit, Boston Mayor Marty Walsh signed an ordinance on September 9th banning smokeless tobacco like dip, snuff and chewing tobacco at all city sports venues — both professional and amateur.  I am afraid however, that come next season there will be a lot of sunflower seeds flying around Fenway Park.

As an aside here, chewing tobacco has a long and sordid history in the United States. English novelist Charles Dickens derided tobacco spitting in a commentary on his 1842 tour of the United States.  The author ridiculed Washington, D.C., as “the head-quarters of tobacco-tinctured saliva,” and observed that the “most offensive and sickening” practice of tobacco spitting was visible in “all the public places of America…”  Signs in hospitals and other public buildings implored chewers to use spittoons, rather than the floors or marble columns.  In some parts of the country, the filthy “custom is inseparably mixed up with every meal and morning call, and with all the transactions of social life.”

But back to the other saliva-based sport, namely kissing, after sixty-nine years the Carters have definitely perfected their art and their kiss offered weary American viewers a welcome break not just from the baseball game, but it also trumped the boredom of last Wednesday’s Republican Presidential Debate. There is no greater sport in America than politics, and I am rapidly getting to the point where I would rather they just shut up and chewed tobacco.

 

British Wildlife Photography 2015 winners announced

The winners of this year’s British Wildlife Photography Awards have been announced, and as always the results do not disappoint.  I have been looking at one fantastic photograph after another. Photographing wildlife is a complex process with a lot of waiting. It is not just a matter of luck of the shot. Rather in the short instance when the photograph comes together the photographer has to be ready to apply all of his/her knowledge and skill to get the image just right.

I have a few favorites among this year’s winners. The overall winner of this year’s contest was this spectacular and inspiring photograph of gannets along a cliff-side in the Shetland Islands taken by Barrie Williams. The flying birds look magically like stars and perspective vanishes. The photograph looks down from the cliff towards the sea, not up towards the sky. Second, is the Chaitanya Deshpande’s brilliantly dreamy mythic allusion, “A flutter in the woods” taken in London and winner of the “A Wild Woodland Category.” Third, is Tomo Brangwyn’s ” A gang of Starlings,” winner of the “Urban Wildlife Category.” I love the angle and distorting perspective. I keep expecting the birds to break into song and dance with “The Jets are in gear. Our cylinders are clickin'” Who’s callin who – a chicken! And finally, there is something truly wonderful about Alex Hyde’s macrophotograph of a “Dew covered crane fly” winner of the “Hidden Britain” category. The background is out of focus but every pearl of water acts like a micro lens revealing what lies behind.

As I’m writing this blog, I obviously am marveling at these photographs again. The real problem is choosing favorites. There are so many eye and imagination catching images among the winners – probably;y all of them. And they teach us the important lesson – look, the world is beautiful.

“Logic will take you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere.”

Albert Einstein.

 

Spanning three centuries

Figure 1 - Margaret Neves (1792-1903). In the public domain in the United States because of its age.

Figure 1 – Margaret Neves (1792-1903). In the public domain in the United States because of its age.

In his landmark, and I think very profound, book “Darwin’s Dangerous Idea,” Daniel Dennett tells us of a coin toss contest. The premise is this, suppose I were to tell you that I can show you a person who has one 100 coin tosses in a row. You would probably say: “No way!” But point of fact, it can be done with 100 % certainty. All you need to do is get 2100 people pair them off randomly. Take the winners, pair them off randomly, and continue the process one hundred times. Now a few points, first, that’s 1,267,650,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000  people, which is not only a lot but a lot more than the number of people living on the Earth.  But hey, this is science fiction. Right? Or at the very least it is a Gedanken Experiment.  But the point is that while the winner was/is/will be chosen totally by the laws of random chance, and who said that God does not roll dice with the universe, he/she is certain to feel specially endowed by the Creator.

A similar logic applied to the three remaining members of the club, or is it tontine, of people alive today who were born in the nineteenth century, which was the subject of Tuesday’s blog. Actually, it’s not the same thing, because people who live long tend to have family members who also live longer. So genetics does play a factor. Anyway, Tuesday’s blog got me wondering about the eighteenth century. Who was the last person born in the eighteenth century to live into the twentieth century? I know, I know, who really cares? But bear with me.  The interest in that question is that photography was invented in 1838, so the person in question, the winner of the coin toss as it were, was most likely to have been photographed.

The problem with all of this is that record keeping in the eighteenth century was not what it was in the nineteenth and twentieth centuries. As a result, you wind up with an answer to the question of who was best documented to have accomplished the feat, not necessarily who actually lasted the longest. Anyway, a lot of people’s money is on Margaret Ann Neve (18 May 1792 – 4 April 1903) of St. Peter Port, Guernsey, English Channel, who is shown in Figure 1. She was the first documented woman supercentenarian, that’s someone who lives to be older than 110.

We know very little about her. She remembered the turmoil brought to Guernsey by the French Revolution. She married John Neve in England in 1823 but returned to Guernsey in 1849 after his death. Thus, she survived him by 54 years. Neve frequently traveled with her sister with her sister, who lived to be 98. Note that her mother lived to be 99. Their last trip was to Crakow on 1872. travelled abroad to various countries with her sister, who died aged 98. Their last trip was in 1872, when they visited Cracow (then in Austria-Hungary, now in Poland). Margaret Neve died peacefully on 4 April 1903 at age 110 years 321 days. At the time she was believed to be the oldest living person.

As I said, it is really hard to tell whether Ms. Neve was really “the one.” In 2012 a photograph sold on Ebay of a native American Ka-Nah-Be-Owey Wence, aka John Smith, lit a controversy by claiming that he was 129 years old at the time of his death in 1920. This would have places him as born in the same year as Margaret Neve and out living her by seventeen years. It would also make him the oldest person that ever lived topping Jeanne Calment, who died in 1997 at age 122. However, his age appears to be not accurate, and it serves as a lesson of how such ages could be assessed where there are no written records.  According to John Smith’s Wikipedia site :Federal Commissioner of Indian Enrollment Ransom J. Powell argued that it was disease and not age that gave him such a wrinkled and ancient looking face and remarked that according to records he was only 88 years old. Paul Buffalo who, when a small boy, had met John Smith, said he had repeatedly heard the old man state that he was “seven or eight”, “eight or nine” and “ten years old” when the “stars fell”. The stars falling refers to the Leonid meteor shower of November 13, 1833, about which Carl Zapffe writes: “Birthdates of Indians of the 19th Century had generally been determined by the Government in relation to the awe-inspiring shower of meteorites that burned through the American skies just before dawn on 13 November 1833, scaring the daylights out of civilized and uncivilized [sic] peoples alike. Obviously it was the end of the world…” This puts the age of John Smith at just under 100 years old at the time of his death, and leaves Ms. Neves secure in her dominance or at least her longevity. The old photographs of John Smith are however wonderful!

Before leaving this subject there is another question to consider and that is “Of all the people who have ever been photographed, who had the earliest birthday.” Photography was invented in 1838; so again the person had to have been born in the eighteenth century. Hmm! A while back I posted a blog about an 1842 photograph of Mozarts wife Constanza (1762 – 1842). Probably not, right? Because she was a mere 80 years old at the time.

As it turns out, the answer relates to something else that we spoke about  “The Last Muster Project” and book by a similar name, by photo-detective Maureen Taylor.  In 1864 the Rev. Elias Brewster Hillard a congregationalist minister from Connecticut set out desperately to document these “Last Men,” the last surviving veterans of the American Revolutionary War 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 accomplish..  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.

So who mustered last. Figure 2 is from a daguerreotype in the Collection of the Maine Historical Society that was taken c1852 and shows Conrad Hayer (1749-1856), sometimes spelled Heyer. Hayer was born in 1849 and the photograph was taken in 1852. It seems likely that he was the person with the earliest birthday ever photographed alive. I put the alive part in there so that people don’t through King Tut and the like at me.

In the end we cannot really be sure of either Neve’s or Hayer’s claims to photographic history. Indeed, I hope that readers can find and inform us of earlier people.

Conrad Hayer (1852) probably the person with the earliest birthday ever photograhed. In the Maine Historical Society and in the public domain because of its age.

Conrad Hayer (1852) probably the person with the earliest birthday ever photograhed. In the Maine Historical Society and in the public domain because of its age.