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Photography Round up

I encourage you to take a look at Raul Gutierrez’s work and his blog, Heading East. He’s having a print sale at the moment, so there are some incredible discounts available. I love his “Man on the Hotan Road” so much. Some of his prints are also for sale on 20×200 (and Christmas is coming up. I’m just sayin’.).I’ve been to the areas that he photographed in his “Travels Without Maps” series, so it resonates with me.

In unrelated photography news, Annie Leibovitz talked about her new book Pilgrimage on NPR yesterday (I ❤ NPR, I just do). NPR has created a slideshow of photos from it. I’ve just returned from the briefest of visits to the UK, where I visited Julia Margaret Cameron’s home, Dimbola Lodge, and I caught the interview yesterday just at the part where Leibovitz discussed some of Cameron’s work. With the visit fresh in my mind, I found it interesting to think of Leibovitz roaming the house recently, photographing fragments of Cameron’s life.

Their work has some parallels. They both photographed celebrities of their time and became known for it. Cameron moved in educated circles; her photograph of Charles Darwin is the one I always picture in my head when I think of him. Both women’s portrait work has, at times, been derided by art and photography critics, but also lauded.

Cameron lived an extraordinary life, one that begs for a screenplay. She was born and lived in Sri Lanka, where she returned until her death after fifteen years on the Isle of Wight. She took up photography in her forties and seems to have gone after it quite energetically. Dimbola Lodge was saved from demolition a few years ago and turned into a museum, but unfortunately it’s obvious that they lack funding. A hodgepodge of unrelated galleries (including a temporary exhibit of Shell Gas company advertisements from the early 20th century) create an amateurish feel, and I don’t think they do justice to Cameron’s legacy with the small prints of hers that they have on display. It’s a pleasant diversion if you’re on the island, but let’s hope they get some money for improvements soon.

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Trying a new system…gallery view instead of single picture uploads.

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Great Rift Valley

Great Rift Valley, Kenya, October 2010.

As I look over the fence, leaving the stall holders pleading for attention behind me, I look at The Start. The Great Rift Valley is where they say it all began, where humankind started to diverge from the other apes.

This part of the valley is now filled with greenhouses sheltering hothouse flowers flown to cold Europe. Many of the workers live in cottages that are not dissimilar to ones that housed factory workers in England during the Industrial Revolution in the 19th century.

But from high above, none of that is apparent.

“All that we can do, is to keep steadily in mind that each organic being is striving to increase at a geometrical ratio; that each at some period of its life, during some season of the year, during each generation or at intervals, has to struggle for life, and to suffer great destruction. When we reflect on this struggle, we may console ourselves with the full belief, that the war of nature is not incessant, that no fear is felt, that death is generally prompt, and that the vigorous, the healthy, and the happy survive and multiply.”

Charles Darwin, The Origin of Species

As buds give rise by growth to fresh buds, and these, if vigorous, branch out and overtop on all sides many a feebler branch, so by generation I believe it has been with the great Tree of Life, which fills with its dead and broken branches the crust of the earth, and covers the surface with its ever branching and beautiful ramifications.”

Charles Darwin, The Origin of Species

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My friend Agnes Dherbeys’ relatively new Tumblr photo diary…love these, as I’m in Cambodia now.


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Blue Lagoon

I am have some trouble editing this set from the Blue Lagoon in Iceland down to incorporate it into the larger edit. The little disembodied heads floating around in the milky blue are so appealing to me. Each frame is a microcosm of human emotion – people waving, smiling, kissing, relaxing.

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Call for Asian women photographers

Yumi Goto has issued a call for Asian women photographers to submit work for this year’s Angkor Photography Festival, held in November in Siem Reap, Cambodia. The Festival is a brilliant event that showcases work from across the world but focuses special attention on Asian photographers. The free workshops for young and promising Asian photographers has given some the break they need to make it in the photo world, and through the contacts they’ve met at the Festival have gone on to exhibit their work outside of their native countries. Apart from all that, the Festival is a great time, and I plan on being there this year.

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Blue #1

You should be shooting right now, he said. You should be shooting the sky and the sea, and how they’ve become one today. Like that Japanese photographer does.

The rain obliterated the view of Rio, the islands, Christ the Redeemer, and the little boats. At first meditative and cooling, the rain turned deadly, turning earth into mud and bringing homes down with it. The death toll topped 200 in the end. It didn’t stop raining for about four days; I was on a plane out of there after the first two.

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Portraits are difficult for me. I am sure that my awkwardness in asking permission makes my subject feel awkward, and a vicious cycle is created. But occasionally I get it right.

Mother and child, Rajasthan, India

This young woman was married to a slightly older man, and this is their second son. They kindly invited me into their home after I turned up unannounced at their wall, and let to take as many pictures as I wanted. She was shy, and wanted me to photograph only her children and her husband. But with a little persistent interest on my part, she finally stopped preparing chai and posed with her son.

Brothers, Rajasthan, India

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It was Ying that made me do it.

I’m nervous about a public blog. Who wants to read what I write? Who wants to see my pictures?

But I have to do something. So this is it.

Ying – I blame you.

Somewhere on the road, Ladakh, Jammu & Kashmir, India. July 2009. Stuck on a hairpin bend.

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