Category Archives: Uncategorized

Grass Against the Sea – Mine to Experience but not to Make

I have no doubt the Sierra Club exhibit format books of the 1960’s, all of them published in my teenage years, were instrumental in shaping my environmental and outdoors ideology. They held revelations of the worlds available to me so Edward Weston Photograph, Grass against the sea.much bigger than those I’d become personally attached to on backpacking trips near Big Sur. They also introduced me to landscape photography. I vividly recall one untitled photograph in particular by Edward Weston. I even think I can still visualize it on the page. I imagined the view he captured as one I could easily have seen, camera in hand, while hiking along the Coast Ridge Road a little south of Big Sur. I had seen that view many times but I had not seen THAT. Weston might have taken it nearly anywhere, facing west, of course, but this is one image that stuck with me from those books and I don’t even recall in which one it was.  So simple…just a few lines, only one of them straight, but indistinct, suggesting infinity…probably my first sense of non-Ansel-Adams photography as art. I didn’t even know who Edward Weston was but the photo really inspired me because I thought I might, ahem, do something like it. 

Recently, over a half-century later, that image came to mind as I read the book Art and Fear by David Bayles and Ted Orland. One of the authors talks about how he remembers to within one heartbeat the moment he first saw an Edward Weston print, walking in a dim hallway at the UCLA Library. He wrote, “It was unlike anything else I had seen. It was something more…something….than other photographs, particularly my photographs. It was different in kind.  …That photograph was mine to experience, but neither it, nor anything like it, was mine to make.”

Which Weston image was it? We aren’t told. Knowing which would constrain the message. I know what my lightbulb image was and today I learned its name, Grass Against the Sea. Looking for it I Googled “grass pacific weston” and of course, up it came. Finding things is so much simpler. It is now easy without much scholarship to learn the history of photography and photographers…but good questions not so easily Googled are answered only for ourselves, if at all. Bayles or Orland ask one of those questions that flowed from the first Weston print experience. “…[It was] more years still before I thought to question where the power of such art resided: In the maker? In the artwork? In the viewer?” Indeed! Surely that power resides in all three — latent, waiting for a first glance when even just one of those power sources triggers a cascade of appreciation. Or, when we love an image we keep coming back to, all the the sources of  its power, whatever they are, switch on and can be felt, yet again.


Why I don’t much care for location captions

Is less sometimes more in the age of GPS?

Aerial photo of the Laguna de Santa Rosa

38° 23.652’N 122° 47.727’W (c) 2018 Google

I’ve not been inclined to name the exact photo locations on this website although in the beginning I could not say exactly why. Then, the more I learned about today’s “stoke” photography movement the more it seemed like a good choice. A friend recently asked how I felt about how my photographs might have an unintended consequence of encouraging more people to visit, thereby threatening the values that attracted me to make the photograph in the first place. She is the only person that’s ever asked me about it and I welcomed it because it’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot recently, and not just about the general public but about  photographers too.

They are not secrets but there are two reasons my locations are more general than specific. First, specific locations drive the photography I do toward a documentary mindset. I’m more interested in the beauty of natural places, presented as an ideal. Second, significant damage to natural places is caused by photographers competitively seeking “the shot”, with embedded GPS location, that will increase social media ratings but risk the trampling of the place.  

Returning from a trip last week I made a side excursion to check out a lesser-known redwood park I’d not visited before. I was blown away, at one point moved to tears actually, by the sense of being in a silent and awe-inspiring primeval forest, an ancient place.  This forest has escaped the trampling of so many visitor feet that can turn a natural place into something more akin to a museum. Armstrong Redwoods State Park near my home is like that. It is beautiful, accessible, and has awe inspiring trees, but it has a museum feel to it. We surely need museums to inform, educate, and preserve our history and we need accessible natural places like Armstrong Redwoods for the same purpose with our natural history. But, it is comforting to know there are still places of wild-ness in California, even if they are scattered remnants.

I was not the only visitor to my new forest that day last week and two of the trampling feet were mine. I acknowledge I’m part of the problem. On the other hand, I hope that my images are suggestive of the value of our public lands in our society, especially to those who may never visit but nevertheless feel a sense of the place, their place as Americans with a precious public land heritage. I hope all viewers can maybe find a little comfort in the knowledge that places like these are still out there. The dichotomy though, between the need for natural places for public access and the effects of that access on the naturalness of the places (and my involvement)  is still unresolved for me. 

I hope my website visitors might see, as I do, the images as suggestions of place rather than documentary postcards. In this context the specific locations are not very significant.  My camera will tag photos with their GPS coordinates but don’t look for the tags in my images; that feature is always OFF. If you ask though, I’ll tell you, and I’ll be stoked by your interest.