Standing water • click to embiggenOK, OK ... an explanation is in order regarding yesterday's unqualified proclamation that "photographers suck". Especially so since one of The Landscapist regulars suspected that my statement might have been caused by him.
Not so. In fact, my statement stems from not a single iota of disgruntlement with Landscapist visitors. Nope. Not at all.
That said, let me start with this:
What I write here is a description of what I have come to understand about photography, from photographing and from looking at photographs. A work of art is that thing whose form and content are organic to the tools and materials that made it .... Literal description or the illusion of literal description, is what the tools and materials of still photography do better than any other graphic medium. A still photograph is the illusion of a literal description of how a camera saw a piece of time and space. Understanding this, one can postulate the following theorem: Anything and all things are photographable. A photograph can only look like how the camera saw what was photographed. Or, how the camera saw the piece of time and space is responsible for how the photograph looks. Therefore, a photograph can look any way. Or, there's no way a photograph has to look (beyond being an illusion of a literal description). Or, there are no external or abstract or preconceived rules of design that can apply to still photographs. I like to think of photographing as a two-way act of respect. Respect for the medium, by letting it do what it does best, describe. And respect for the subject, by describing as it is. A photograph must be responsible to both. ~ Garry Winogrand
I.M. not so humble O., I think that is a pretty damn good description of what I have come to understand about photography and I know that I am not alone in that understanding. It also seems that the overwhelming majority of those who use cameras - to include the zillion or so people who are snapshooters and the relative handful of artists who use photography - also understand that idea, consciously or not.
With the exclusion of professional photographers, the only group of picture makers who don't seem to get it are those would label themselves photo-hobbyists - those who I would label, "serious" amateur "photographers".
To get right to the heart of my agitation / annoyance with this group, all they really seem to care about (and talk about) when viewing a picture is all of the usual suspects - sharpness, dynamic range, composition )to include leading lines, rule of thirds, etc.), noise, what they might change in the picture, to name just a few examples of their techno/technique-obsessions. They seem to be emotionally and intellectually incapable of seeing and feeling anything at all about what the picture maker may have been trying to express with their creation.
Consider this in understanding why this may be so:
Most photographers seem to operate with a pane of glass between themselves and their subjects. They just can't get inside and know the subject. ~ W. Eugene Smith
While Smith was referring to the act of picture making, I would opine that that "pane of glass" is also between them and whatever picture they may be viewing.
A case in point regarding the "pane of glass" as it applies to picture making - a few years back, 2 very nice gentlemen "photographers" were passing through my area. We hooked up and they requested that I show them a few locations that might be good for picture making. Leaving aside the idea that I think every square inch of this region (if not the entire planet) is a good location for picture making, I dutifully headed out to a few "iconic" spots.
Much to my total amazement, upon arriving at the first location, they stood there looking for "diagonals", "leading lines", "S curves", and "compositional elements". I know this because that's exactly and exclusively what they were talking about. It was as if the scene all around them was nothing more than a stage set for making what they had been conditioned to believe were "good" pictures.
They exhibited absolutely no inclination to "get inside and know the subject". None. Nada. Zip. Because I liked these guys as people, I resisted the urge to grab all of their gear and hurl it into the small body of water on the shore of which we were standing.
That, of course, would have been an impetuous and stupid thing to do. After all, they were really enjoying themselves as they worked diligently at being "serious" amateur "photographers". That being the case, who am I to mess with their hobby?
However, that being the case, I just don't want to hear it anymore. I swear, if I hear/read one more comment (regarding my photos or those of others) about sharpness, composition, noise ... I think my head is going to explode. I swear, if see one more "photographer" putting his nose on a picture (mine or those of others) to see sharpness / noise / resolution, I'm gonna go postal. I swear, if I read one more camera review wherein the reviewer states that the "quality" of the images are not the "equal" of some "class-leading" dslr, I am going to totally lose it.
Don't these chowderheads know that, since the inception of the medium, tons and tons of great pictures have been made using all manner of equipment and techniques? Pictures that absolutely transcend whatever equipment and techniques where employed in their making because they speak to us about life and living?
Don't they understand that, long after their swell techno / technique laden pictures have been consigned to the dustbin of things that simply don't matter anymore, those pictures that speak to us about things that do matter, no matter the manner or tools used in their making, are ones that will remain?
Featured Comment: the wife wrote: "IMO, your adherence of the rule of thirds in this photo is novel in this instance, using the stream to separate the photo into thirds both on a horizontal plane and a vertical plane. I would have used a velvia film, tho."
my response: isn't she just delightful in her continuing efforts to remind me of my nugalis, lest I get to wrapped up in my gravitas?