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.

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.