Cumulus clouds over Concord, Massachusetts

Cumulus clouds over Concord, Massachusetts, September 12, 2015. IPhone 6.0 photograph. (c) DE Wolf 2015.

Cumulus clouds over Concord, Massachusetts, September 12, 2015. IPhone 6.0 photograph. (c) DE Wolf 2015.

I just read an article that calculated the angular field of view of the IPhone 6 camera.  This came in at a remarkable 63.54 degrees – wow!  No wonder whenever I want to take cloud photographs, I am likely to grab for my IPhone 6 even if my Canon T2i is on hand. It’s no fuss no muss shooting, and if necessary, HDR is easy to implement.

It was no exception this past Saturday when I was in Concord, Massachusetts and saw these glorious Cumulus clouds behind the Trinitarian Congregational Church on Walden Street (Yes as in The Pond). One of the great things about Concord is that almost every building you look at is historic. The Trinitarian Congregational is almost two hundred years old and its member played a key role in the abolitionist movement and the underground railroad of the 1850’s.

One of the other Iphun points about the IPhone camera is that it lends itself to the creation of antique postcard like snapshots. That was what this image reminded me of, after I gave it an Autochrome like color palette.

The last faces of the great century

I have been speaking a lot, perhaps too much, about the faces of the great nineteenth century. These faces are captured by trick of photosensitive chemistries on delicately preserved emulsions on paper or films on silver plates. Last March, I talked about the first woman ever photographed, Dorothy Catherine Draper (1807-1901),  Miss Draper was photographed at the young and beautiful age of thirty-three in 1840. She was through and through of the nineteenth century and died Dec. 10, 1901 in Hastings-on-Hudson, Westchester County, New York, USA, We are left to wonder whether on Dec. 31, 1899 she raised a glass and sang Auld Lange Syne to the new century.

I recently came across a photo-essay with the last nineteenth century images among us, alive today. At best estimate there are now only three such people, all of them women.  The last living man, Jiroemon Kimura, from that century died in 2013 at age 116.  Sadly, but inevitably, the list is rapidly dwindling. As of July 6, 2015 Susannah Mushatt Jones turned 116 and became the world’s oldest living person.

Longevity is one of those freaks of demography and statistics and carries with itself no real distinction, only luck. Still it makes us wonder. The nineteenth century was a great century. It was the century that modern times began, when the world began to abolish slavery, when modern science was born, when we began to conquer the great plagues that ravished mankind, and then of course its denizens saw the birth of photography. The world will see many great things in the years to come, and we may hope that it will think much better thoughts. But the simple fact remains, that in the nineteenth century we first captured the light.

Crinolines, crinolettes, and bustles -the unanswered questions

Figure 1 - Hoop-skirt by Napoleon Sarony c 1893. From the Wikimedia Commons, original in the US Library of Congress and in the public domain because of its age.

Figure 1 – Hoop-skirt by Napoleon Sarony c 1893. From the Wikimedia Commons, original in the US Library of Congress and in the public domain because of its age.

Our discussion this past Saturday about crinolines, crinolettes, and bustles left unanswered the two most critical questions of all: first how do you get into one, and second how do you sit in one. Fortunately, there is an army of historical dress makers and re-enactors preserving this heritage ofr us. As a result these questions can be answered.

First, of all there is a famous pair of Sarony Studios photographs from 1893 in the United States Library of Congress that show or reveal a woman’s crinoline cage. Even this it must be realized is pretty late from an historical perspective. I have reproduced them here as Figure 1.

It also turns out, perhaps not so surprisingly that there are lots of instructional videos on the web that span the subject matter from how to make to how to put on and wear these dresses. Oh yes they also answer the perhaps more critical question of how to take them off. I say perhaps because you can approach that question in much the same way you answer people worried about a cat stuck in a tree. “Ever seen a cat skeleton in a tree.” Kitties have a way of getting down, although it might be inelegant.

Anyway just a few suggestions regarding videos to watch. Historical sewing has an excellent video of how to sit in a hoop-skirt, and you can go from there an make your own.

And if you want to see how a woman got dressed in the 1860’s I recommend Nevada Culture’ website. This is significant in that it demonstrates that it could be done without staff; so even if you were more strapped than Lady Cora, it could be done.

 

 

Cirrus uncinus

Figure 1 - Cirrus uncinus clouds over Concord, MA (Nine Acres) on September 12, 2015. (c) DE Wolf 2015.

Figure 1 – Cirrus uncinus clouds over Concord, MA (Nine Acres) on September 12, 2015. IPhone 6 photograph.  (c) DE Wolf 2015.

I took the photograph of Figure 1 with my IPhone on Saturday. These are cirrus uncinus clouds. Cirrus clouds are thin, wispy strand-like clouds. The name comes from the from the Latin word cirrus meaning a ringlet or curling lock of hair. Cirrus uncinus specifically is a type of cirrus cloud, where the name derives again from the Latin. Cirrus uncinus means “curly hooks”. These are also referred to as “mare’s tail” clouds.

Cirrus clouds form when water vapor undergoes deposition at altitudes of 16,500 to 20,000 ft. They also form as wispy outflows of tropical cyclones or the anvils of cumulonimbus cloud. As a result, cirrus clouds often form at the leading edge of frontal systems and are harbingers of bad weather ahead.

One of the great things about living in the twenty-first century is that we now know and have seen with our robotic eyes that cirrus clouds also form on other planets in our solar system: Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and possibly Neptune. They have even been seen on the Saturnine moon Titan. In many of these planetary systems they are not water-based clouds but formed instead of ammonia or methane ice. The term cirrus is also used for certain wispy dust clouds found in interstellar space.

Clouds, I believe, are at the juncture of science and art. Their wonder inhabits both worlds. We may marvel at the physics that creates them or listfully ponder their shapes. We may argue like Hamlet and Polonius whether a certain cloud looks more like a camel or a whale. Their beauty is all around us. We have only to look up and wonder.

   I am the daughter of Earth and Water,

And the nursling of the Sky;

I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;

I change, but I cannot die.

For after the rain when with never a stain

The pavilion of Heaven is bare,

And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams

Build up the blue dome of air,

I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,

And out of the caverns of rain,

Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,

I arise and unbuild it again.”

 

From “The Cloud” by

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822)

Lady in a crinolette

Figure 1 - Napoleon Sarony Portrait of a Young Woman in a Crinolette, c 1875. In the public domain because of its age.

Figure 1 – Napoleon Sarony Portrait of a Young Woman in a Crinolette, c 1875. Digitized albumen print.  In the public domain because of its age.

A few weeks back, I posted a photograph from the 1870’s by Napoleon Sarony of a beautiful woman in an equally beautiful hooped skirt. I recently purchased on Ebay another Sarony photograph (Figure 1) from the same period showing an equally beautiful young lady in an even bigger hooped skirt. And note how Sarony extends the size of the dress by placing a fabric over the posing chairs which the lady holds. What is, or was, going on here? Certainly the hooped skirt is an alien feature, which we cannot quite relate to, that projects a sort of mysterious exoticism into mid-nineteenth century portraits. I mean, the men’s clothing is not so bizarre or different from ours, with the exception perhaps of the ties – and truth to tell, so few men wear ties today anyway.

Figure 2 - Steel wired crinoline cage c 1865 from the Wikipedia original from This file is in the public domain because it has been released by the Los Angeles County Museum of Art www.lacma.org with its "Public Domain High Resolution Image Available" mark.

Figure 2 – Steel wired crinoline cage c 1865 from the Wikipedia original from This file is in the public domain because it has been released by the Los Angeles County Museum of Art www.lacma.org with its “Public Domain High Resolution Image Available” mark.

An interesting side point, is that women’s dresses grew to monstrous proportions at precisely the same time that nineteenth century paleontologists pondered the evolutionary etiology and advantages of greater size among dinosaurs. In reality however, hooped skirts provided no such evolutionary advantage with thousands of women killed each years when such dresses caught on fire or were caught up by wagon wheels on bustling streets. Indeed, there was a public campaign against them. But these pleas fell on the deaf ears of slaves to fashion. And slaves they were indeed. I went several years ago to visit the National Historic Site at Seneca Falls New York, the Museum of the Suffrage Movement. It was pointed out by a guide that, by necessity, the first step in the emancipation of women in the United States and Europe was to free them from the bonds of their clothing.

Initially the hooped skirt was devised as a modest-mechanism to separate the long dress from the legs. Arguably, in warmer climates it offered a solution of how to stay cool while wearing a long dress with due modesty. In Tudor times, it was referred to as a ‘farthingale’. Structurally, hooped skirts consisted of a stiff-fabric petticoat sewn with channels designed to hold stiff semi-flexible materials like rope, osiers, whalebone, steel, or rubber. And as Tchaikovsky so elegantly proved with his “Mother Ginger” character in the ballet “Nutcracker,” you can hide a lot under all those hopes including a troupe of small children.

One material that was popular in the production of stiff petticoats was crinoline made of horsehair (“crin”) and cotton or linen. However, by the mid 1850’s the word “crinoline” came to refer to the “fashionable” silhouette provided by horsehair petticoats, and to the underskirts made using steel, cane, whalebone or rubber hoops. How times and fashions of aestheticism change. Today, arguably, these once striven for body shapes as more reminiscent of the back sides of hippopotamuses than shapely young ladies. These hoops came to be known as crinoline cages. that replaced them in the mid-1850s. Figure 2 shows a typical crinoline cage of the day. Despite widespread criticism, crinolines became the height of women’s fashion in the United States and Europe from the 1850s to the 1870s.

In the early 1870’s crinolines were replaced by crinolettes and bustles. Again we may turn to paleontology and speak of transitional forms. The crinolette was fashionable from 1867 through to the mid-1870s, and I believe that is really what we are looking at in Figure 1, and indeed enables more accurate dating of the photograph to the mid 1870’s. The crinolette was typically composed of half-hoops, sometimes with internal lacing or ties designed to allow adjustment of fullness and shape. The key design point was that the hoop was confined to the rear.

The transition from the crinoline cage dresses to the crinolette posed a problem for Victorian ladies, what to do with out of fashion dresses. Anyone who saved their youthful bell-bottomed jeans of the 1960’s realizes that even when items come back into fashion, they are always different enough to fuel a profit thirty fashion industry.  Indeed, the crinoline and other hoops still make their way to the Paris runway of 2015. But there is always just enough difference …  The British humor magazine Punch offered a thrifty suggestion to the question of what to do with all those crinolines taking up excessive spaces in ladies’ closets,  that they could be used to protect plants against the rigors of the winter months.

 

The path

Figure 1 - The path up the Glacken Slope, Fresh Pond Reservation, Cambridge, MA. (c) DE Wolf 2015.

Figure 1 – The path up the Glacken Slope, Fresh Pond Reservation, Cambridge, MA. (c) DE Wolf 2015.

We seem to live our lives following routes. There is a set of routes that you take to work, be they driving roads or subway trains. It’s all laid out for you in advance.  The same seems true with other aspects of life. As a physics major in college and graduate school the courses followed a defined progression; each enabling me to take another step forward in secret knowledge, Bilbo Baggins, on the other hand and a bit reluctantly, was taking the less trodden path, the path to adventure. And I believe that it is the moment that you spy a new, and little explored path, that the adventure begins.

I have discussed how this one section of the road around Fresh Pond Reservation in Cambridge, MA seems to hold all of the magic. This is known as the Glacken Slope and true to form there is a path up the steep hill marked on its sides by aged decaying timbers that indicates the beckoning  path. I have gone a little way up this path. It leads first into a forest, where the crows squawk loudly at your intrusion into their private domain. You can then either continue in the woods or emerge back into the daylight of “civilization.” But I have never found the time to explore it properly.

Still whenever I pause there I think first of Bilbo, which was truly a mental exploration of my adolescence, and of Robert Frost.

The Road not Taken

Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
Canon T2i with EF70-200mm f/4L USM lens at 70 mm, ISO 800 Aperture Priority AE mode 1/100th sec f/7.1, with no exposure compensation.

Five famous photographic kisses

If photographs are kisses, what about photographs of kisses. It turns out that kisses and kissing has been a fairly prominent theme in photography. I set out to find the five most famous kiss photographs and immediately found that there were a lot of them. However, the number gets manageable if you ignore famous smooches of the cinema. So here is my selection in chronological order.

  1. First, we have to ignore the no cinema rule and start with the very first screen kiss. Thomas A. Edison’s short film “May Irwin Kiss, 1896?” It asks the age old question about first kisses that persists to this day and was a major scandal at the time of its release. The film is around 18 seconds long, and depicts a re-enactment of the kiss between May Irwin and John Rice from the final scene of the stage musical, The Widow Jones. Said one critic: “The spectacle of the prolonged pasturing on each other’s lips was beastly enough in life size on the stage but magnified to gargantuan proportions and repeated three times over it is absolutely disgusting”
  2. The second is one of those decisive moments by André Kertecz (1894-1985) called alternatively “The Kiss” or “The Lovers” Budapest 1915. This photograph is famous, certainly, and brings to real-life coyness of the lady in the moment. “Had we but world enough and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime.”
  3. Third I think must be Man Ray’s(1890-1976) innovative  “Rayograph Kiss,1922” taken without the benefit of camera. A photogram is a picture made on photographic paper without the aid of a camera.
  4. Fourth must be Alfred Eisenstaedt’s (1898-1995) 1945 image of a sailor spontaneously kissing a nurse on VJ day in Times Square in NYC.
  5. Fifth and finally, we have Annie Leibowitz’s 1980 photograph of a naked John Lennon kissing a fully clothed Yoko Ono.

All great and memorable kisses!

Tedious old fool

Figure 1 - Mardi Gras joker, Framingham, MA. (c) DE Wolf 2015.

Figure 1 – Mardi Gras joker, Framingham, MA. (c) DE Wolf 2015.

A couple of weeks ago I posted that Hati and Skoll Gallery was celebrating its third anniversary. Recently, I was looking at the statistics and I discovered that today’s blog post is number 1005. Yikes!  As Hamlet said: “Words, words, words.” He also, in response to Polonius’ blithering said “Tedious old fools.” Hmm. My blogs tend to run on average about 500 words; so that’s about 500,000 words, about six novels worth, unless you’re Tolstoy. Them’s a lotta words, dear readers. And I appreciate your bearing with me. Clearly, I have a lot to say and I have recently started trying to offer up something on weekends of greater length and depth. But mostly, I love photography and am fascinated by so many things.

And that’s the very point – love of photography. A great photograph is like a lover’s kiss in your life. I can tell you how a photograph makes me fee – what it means to me. But I cannot tell you how it will make you feel. A photograph is sufficient in itself; words are unnecessary. They get in the way of meaning. A photograph is a kiss, and the great screen actress Ingrid Berman said:

“A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.”

Today, in celebration, I thought that I would share an IPhone photograph of the Carnival Joker, Figure 1 – out to celebrate a Mardi Gras. He is not from New Orleans but rather from a local store called Jordan’s Furniture which is an icon in the Boston area, and where it is always Mardi Gras. They even greet you at the door with necklaces of shiny beads. As I was taking this photograph a very timid little girl was slowly approaching the bead bearer. So thank you all again for your interest and encouragement

Christina Rossetti

Figure 1 -Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, albumen print, 7 October 1863 showing the Rossetti family. Original in the NPG London and in the public domain in the United States because of its age.

Figure 1 -Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, albumen print, 7 October 1863 showing the Rossetti family. Original in the NPG London and in the public domain in the United States because of its age.

I spoke on Saturday about Dante Gabriel Rossetti and Jane Morris. One of his paintings that I described was “Ecce-Ancilla-Domini-the-Annunciation.” You might wonder who the model for the Virgin Mary was. It was his sister Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830 – 1894). Christina Rossetti was a poet, prominent in Pre-Raphaelite circles, who upon the death of Elizabeth Barret Browning (1806-1861) ascended to the “throne” of leading female English poet.

I got interested in searching for photographs of Christina Rossetti. As it turned out, there are very few, but dominant among these is an 1863 image by none other than Charles Dodgson (Lewis Carol) (1832-1898).  It is shown here as Figure 1. Left to right in the photograph is Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Christina Georgina Rossetti, their mother Frances Polidori, (who coincidentally was the sister of Lord Byron‘s friend and physician, John William Polidori), and their father Gabriele Rossetti.

This is not one of Dodgson’s greatest photographic works. But for its age, the photographer, and the subjects it would be easily dismissed. But it offers up one of those captured moments of the nineteenth century that I am so fond of. It is as close as you are going to get to an 1863 “snapshot.” In that respect you feel almost as a voyeur looking at it, intruding on a family’s intimacy on a gorgeous summer’s day – what a mere century and a half ago.

As denizens of the twenty-first century, with our long history of science fiction, you can almost imagine that they have a dim awareness of us. When you take a photograph you commit it by default to posterity. It is meant to be looked at, the subjects remember, ideally with a fondness. Firs it is seen by family and friends, then perhaps descendants, but in the end inevitably by strangers, who you can only hope will view it with respectful tenderness.  Christina Georgina Rossetti herself had these beautiful words to say about remembrance:

“When I am dead, my dearest,
         Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
         Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
         With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
         And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
         I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
         Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
         That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
         And haply may forget.”
“Song” from “Goblin Market and other Poems”. Christina G. Rossetti. Cambridge: Macmillan, 1862.