Trumpet flowers and the apex of summer

Figure 1 – Trumpet vines, Sudbury, MA. July 2019. (c) DE Wolf 2019

The end of each July, I wait for and celebrate the coming of the trumpet vines, Campsis radicans, and their marvelous orange blossoms. I saw them first years ago during a hot summer in Ohio and now have them in my own garden.  Like true trumpeters, these herald the coming of the apex of summer. Those of Figure1, I photographed with my iPhone, intentionally choosing a just after rain moment where they would be covered in water droplets.

Almost simultaneously, I find myself dreading the coming of the Rose of Sharon, which to me, like the prominence of the dog stars, Procyon and Sirius, in the August sky harbinge the end of summer. It is the time when school children itch for one last swim or one last baseball game before they must “creep unwillingly to school.”

For those of us, long past these halcyon days, it is all a matter of associations and memories. And every summer these blossoms never fail to delight.

Pairing #1 – Manikin Children

Figure 1 – Manikin Child. (c) DE Wolf 2019

Manikin children

Do manikins have children? As faceless as their kin.

An alien demeanor, we must hide it from the sun.

Lock them up in cages, where they cannot run.

Sequester them in camps, where there is no rain.

Haughtily, we turn away laughing at their pain. 

Yes, manikins have children. Condemn them to the wind.

 

Alien Lovers

Figure 1 – Alien Lovers. (c) DE Wolf 2019.

There is this gift shop in the local mall that frankly sells schlock. At the outset, I predicted its demise. But it was in their window that I photographed “cube man,” a while back. And this week, days before it closed for good, I took the image of Figure 1, which I entitle Alien Lovers.

It is a time to consider what it means to call someone “alien.” It is to render them faceless and make them “other,” that is to despise them. These two faceless figures are reminiscent of the mannequin army that I have spoken of before. And we know from The Twilight Zone “After Hours” episode that these, in contradiction of their being inanimate and non human, come to life at night when the store closes. By making them faceless, we can be inhumane to them.

But here the affection gestures of the lovers defies their alien name. They reclaim their humanity. Any similarity between this blog and current events is purely intentional.

Summer Days

Figure 1 – White Hydrangea tone-on-tone, Sudbury, MA, July 2019. (c) DE Wolf 2019.

We have reached the hottest time of year. Invariably, July brings with it a heat wave, and this gets worse and worse each year. It is the same global warming that is stirring up tornadoes in the Midwest and hurricanes in the Gulf of Mexico. But it has been a marvelous year in the  North East for hydrangeas, and the white ones have given me the opportunity to explore once more the lacy, delicate quality of white tone-on-tone.

Figure 1 was taken in my garden today, so far the hottest day of summer. I used my iPhone Xmax my close-up camera of choice. I stopped being lazzy and did the processing, pure black and white (not toned) in Adobe Photoshop.

Macrophotography with the iPhone

Figure 1 – Blue Dasher Dragonfly, Pachydiplax longipennis, Heard Farm Conservation Area, Wayland, MA (c) DE Wolf 2019.

More and more, my iPhone XS has become my camera of choice for macrophotography. The ease by which you can come really close, remain in focus, and fill the field with your subject can me astounding! This is especially so when you think how small the photo-sensor is. So, I tend now to use by Canon T2i for birds and landscapes and my iPhone for close-ups.

Figure1 is a macrophotograph taken with my iPhone XS of a blue dasher dragonfly, Pachydiplax longipennis. As experiment all post-processing aspects including editing and sharpening were done with Apple Apps. Dragonflies can be really tricky to capture sharply. The problem is that they fly away when approached and on this particular day, the blades of grass were constantly swinging in the breeze. But with patience …

Infinity and the sea

Figure 1 – Looking out at Marblehead Harbor at Sunset, Marblehead, MA. (c) DE Wolf 2019.

Last evening I was up at Marblehead on Cape Ann, Massachusetts. It was a perfect night with an insistent but warm wind. I took the image of Figure 1 of the mounting sunset with my cell phone camera. It seems there is nothing more visually and auditorily relaxing than to watch the ever changing light in the sky and water and listen to the relentless sounds of wave, wind, surf, and gull.

I believe that the sea represents, and has always represented to humans, the sense of the infinite, both spatial and temporal. There is the horizon and the magic of what lies beyond. In Tennyson’s words from his poem “Ulysses:”

“Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.”
 
There appear to be an infinity of waves, equally infinite in their variety. The waves come relentlessly, beating against the rocks and sand. Like the changing sky and seasons, they fill us with the sense of the eternal. As a result the sea mesmerizes and soothes. It is a balm to the hurt and stressed-out mind.
 
So all of this emotion I project into the image in my mind. The colors remind me of the paintrings of Francesco Guardi (1712-1793). Images that take me back to youthful visits to the Metropolitan Museum in NYC. And a sadness grows within me. The sea appears to be infinite, immune to pain and change. But we are, by changing our planet, destroying it and threatening the great ocean currents that maintain the ocean’s very soul. We foolishly invoke Poseidon’s rage.

Woman in blue contemplating the sea

Figure 1 – Woman in blue contemplating the sea. Gloucester, MA, May 18, 2019. (c) DE Wolf 2019.

Yesterday was truly spectacular and what better place to enjoy it but Massachusetts’ North Shore. It was a day to contemplate the rejuvenating serenity of the sea. And I found this woman doing just that on a great boulder overlooking the ocean in Gloucester, MA. Its solemnity and majestic blues evoke the sense of the nearby Fisherman’s Memorial Monument.

On freeing yourself in photography

Figure 1 -Sunset through the trees, stylized iPhone photograph. (c) DE Wolf 2019.

Technology in photography, as it does in many fields, represents freedom. The calotype and then the wet collodion plate freed the photographer from the unique one only aspect of the daguerreotype. The dry plate freed the photographer from the wet plate’s requirement of using the newly created plate before it dried. Film was liberating from glass plates. And now we have digital photography.

A few weeks ago, a friend told me that I take pictures like a film photographer, meaning that I am a photographic hoarder, only shooting when conditions are just right. In film photography, you recognize that time and film are precious. You only take the best compositions because unless you’re a darkroom fanatic, you’re only going to work up the best images, and for me anyway a single image’s darkroom processing could literally take hours. In film photography, you save excess for exposure bracketing – the hope and prayer that you might get the image that you want.

Digital photography frees you from this. You get the instant gratification of knowing what works and also you are free, knowingly or unknowingly, to use Ansel Adams’ Zone System on each and every image. Now it may be cloudy, moments later sunny, now you may want to photograph in color, on the next image it might be black and white. Not only that, but modern cameras, including those incorporated in our cellphones, are essentially little thinking machines. You are freed to create.

Lumbering along like a film photography Luddite is not the most productive approach. The more photographs you take, the better you become at taking photographs – the more you are ready for Henri Cartier-Bresson’s “Decisive Moment.” Whenever, I go out, I set my camera ISO 1600, f/7.1, center spot focusing. I am ever ready for wildlife and still I can miss it.

But there is more to “the chains we forged, link by link” throughout our photographic lives. We have a concept of what a photograph must be! I’m forever thinking sharpness and tonal range. Ansel is ever in my head. And if it’s color, I want brilliant color, carefully saturated.

Here is where you enslave yourself. My friend has taught me to shoot photographs with abandon. In this regard my iPhone 10XSmax is a chain cutter – a true liberator. It frees me to see and to take photographic chances. Photography is seeing first, and second it is learning how to translate seeing to photograph.

This raises a whole other point. What is the final medium? Is it paper? Is it cloth? Is it aluminum? Or is it that vague but brilliant substance-less finality of the computer monitor? Here now to be gone a moment later.

My friend has taught me something else. She has freed me from my obsession with sharpness and tonal range. I have learned that a well-constructed photograph need not be the end-product. It can instead be the beginning for experimentation with stylization programs, that use artificial intelligence to transform a photograph of this world to a painterly other world. In this vein, I wanted to share two Images so transformed. I took Figure 1 of the setting sun filtered through the forest and wasn’t quite happy with what standard photographic manipulation offered. So I transformed into a “painting” using PRISMA, and found myself quite satisfied with the result. Similarly, I photographed an ornamental pot of mosses, actually artificial mosses (Figure 2). I liked some aspects of the image, but really it elicited a big “eh” from me until I again processed it in PRISMA and turned it into a painting, which, as a science fiction fan, seems happily otherworldly.

“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who’ll decide where to go…”
― Dr. Seuss, Oh, The Places You’ll Go!

Figure 2 – Ornamental mosses, stylized iPhone photograph. (c) DE Wolf 2019.

Great Blue Heron

Figure 1 – Great blue heron at the Assabet River National Wildlife Refuge, April 21, 2019. (c) DE Wolf 2019.

With my recent post of the courting mute swans I mentioned that I have made it back with some regularity to the Assabet River National Wildlife Refuge. The image of the swans was taken last Sunday and during the same trip I took the image of Figure 1. I had spotted this great blue heron (Ardea herodias) about fifty meters away and I had a bead on him, spot metering his eyes. Then he took off and I started shotting maddly and was rewarded by Figure 1. As pointed out by a reader the red spot on the wings is particularly prominent on this guy. I suspect that this has something to do with the fact that this is mating season, when plumage is most dramatic. I never can look at a great blue heron or a wild turkey for that matter without thinking, “Welcome to Jurassic Park.”

Canon T2i with EF100-400mm f/4.5-5.6L IS USM lens at 330mm , ISO 1600, Aperture Priority AE Mode 1/400th sec at f/6.3 with no exposure compensation.