Posts Tagged ‘focus’

Quote of the Day

January 2, 2010

You see fleeting perfection of form merging with a significant substance, and you make a clicking noise only a hair’s breadth away. You have then judged something, reported something, ostensibly truthfully… And when you made a clicking noise you said something eloquently if you are skilled.

Burk Uzzle

(1938 –    )

American Photographer

Burk is the guy who took a bunch of Woodstock pics.

From Boing Boing:

“Burk Uzzle shot the festival from the vantage point of a participant. In one particularly telling photograph, a sea of humanity as dense as a carpet of wildflowers in a meadow spills over a hillside; in another, a young hippie couple standing in a tender embrace under a grandmother’s quilt became the icon of a generation. Rather than document the music, Uzzle chose to focus on details of living, existence, and enjoyment over that three day period. In so doing, he captured the spirit of the festival and ultimately an era.”

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And here’s the story behind one well-known Woodstock photo:

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Quote of the Day

July 29, 2009

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Photography is a medium of formidable contradictions. It is both ridiculously easy and almost impossibly difficult. It is easy because its technical rudiments can readily be mastered by anyone with a few simple instructions. It is difficult because, while  the artist working in any other medium begins with a blank surface and gradually brings his conception into being, the photographer is the only imagemaker who begins with the picture completed. His emotions, his knowledge, and his native talent are brought into focus and fixed beyond recall the moment the shutter of his camera has closed.

 

Edward Steichen

(1879 – 1973)

American Photographer

Quote of the Day

June 25, 2009

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As a fledgling street photographer

strolling up and down the streets

of cities, I quickly became aware of

Time and its erosive power. My

early photographs focused almost

exclusively on the signs of an older

culture that was holding on for

dear life. I’d photograph seltzer

 

bottles in old wooden crates piled high in a truck, or the dusty

windows of Jewish bread shops, or old men building February

fires on the beaches of Coney Island.

 

My interest was more than documentary, for it seemed to me that

what was about to vanish was important and irreplaceable, and

frankly, I wanted my photographs to offer, in some manner,

the power of resuscitation.

 

Actually, I still do, though I no longer believe that photographs

can prevent the homely past from being plowed under; rather,

I believe that photographs – especially good photographs that

compel our interest – help us to remember; and even more

importantly, they help us to decide what is worth remembering.

 

 

John Rosenthal

American Photographer & Writer