Yearly Archives: 2012

The first color picture

The first color photographer.

As a modern day physicist or mathematician, it’s no longer possible to be famous. Famous in the sense that schoolboys learn about your work and adulate your persona. As a child I was endlessly absorbed reading about the great physicists and mathematicians, and whereas most, when asked, could likely name just two, my ‘favorite’ was always James Clark Maxwell.

Sure, the man in the street had heard that Newton had a Eureka moment observing an apple fall from a tree and Einstein had something quirky to do with space and time and strange hair, but realistically he understood neither.

But photography was always the reason I adulated, and still do, Maxwell. Let’s get the man in perspective first. The American spacecraft Voyager 1 flew by Saturn’s rings in 1990 or so, confirming they were composed of particulate matter. Confirming, because that’s what Maxwell had calculated in 1857. No ordinary man.

Mercifully, for any photographer reading this, one of Maxwell’s enduring curiosities was the nature of color. He would spin his three colored disc and it would appear white once in motion. So it’s no surprise that this curious Scot caused the first ever color picture to be taken, in 1861. Wikipedia has a great description of how he had three snaps taken of a Scots tartan ribbon on monochrome film through red, green and blue filters, respectively. Projecting the three together with like filters over each of the three projection lenses yielded the first know color photograph. Just contemplate, for a moment, the thought process which gave rise to that realization and its method.

The first color photograph.

And is that not a thing of rare beauty?

As one educated as an engineer, I note that popular adulation of engineers is limited, as with physicists, to one or two men known to all. Brunel, Stephenson, Edison, von Braun, Wozniak. But for me the greatest engineer will always be the Englishman Michael Faraday for, had he not ruminated on magnetic induction, we would have a world without the electric motor, the same one that focuses the lens in your digital camera. And one James Clerk Maxwell would not have developed his theories of electromagnetism had not Faraday, perhaps the greatest experimenter ever, and one who made Edison look like a piker, led the way with his work. A rare case of engineering showing mathematics and physics the way. Faraday was, by 40 years, Maxwell’s senior ….

In our society which adulates divas who cannot tell pitch from tar and thinks Beethoven was a dog in those silly movies, give a thought to these titans of intellect.

Update: A reader has kindly pointed me to the work of Sergey Prokudin-Gorsky, a Russian chemist who did much to further Maxwell’s work.

San Francisco from up high

What a city!

Taking dramatic aerial pictures of San Francisco requires no skill. Choose a clear day with light clouds, make your way to the top of Bernal Hill Park and bang away.

That’s all it took to make these.

Downtown and the Bay Bridge. 135mm.

The Golden Gate from Bernal Hill Park. 135mm.

All on the Nikon D700 using ‘all metal era’ 135mm Nikkor MF lens, made exactly 40 years ago. Experts assure me that the lens is garbage compared to the latest and greatest, which just goes to show that most ‘photographers’ should stick to test charts and brick walls.

The Liberty Café

A fine dining spot in Bernal Heights.

On Cortland Street in Bernal Heights. Click the picture for details. 24mm.

The staff was uncertain as to the age of the building, but my guess is that it probably dates from the 1930s. The Café has been here since 1979. The interior is severity redefined, no glitz, and there are maybe a dozen small tables. None of that detracts from the food which is excellent.

While I had to give the waiter a bit of a prod to get on with it, that would not stop me returning. The cooking is excellent.

Lunch. iPhone 4S. Blur no charge.

The Atlantic shrimp, suffused with iodine (Pacific shrimp have none) were served over a bed of fettucine in a garlicky oil sauce, and the portion size was just right. The Peroni beer was actually on tap, a rarity, and the whole thing ran $27 with tip. The place also has a long-time bakery whose selections you can see by clicking the first image.

A severe interior. 24mm.

Bernal Heights

What a neighborhood should be.

Bernal Heights.

Wander down to Cortland Street, the main drag in the city of Bernal Heights, and you will be transported back to 1950s America. No WalMarts, no McDonalds, no ghastly chain stores of any sort. Just local groceries, cafes and restaurants, and utterly charming. And no Starbucks with its condescending help and burned coffee beans. None of the mass marketing, in other words, that has made every city in the civilized world look pretty much like every other.

Bernal Heights is that rarest of things, a true neighborhood with regular people. No aggressive displays of errant ‘lifestyle choices’, no tattoo-defaced bodies, no foolish body piercings, no Harley Davidson poseurs. Just regular people going about their lives without show or artifice. People being comfortable being what they are.

Red Hill Books. 24mm.

Corner coffee shop. 24mm.

Residents take their dogs’ fitness seriously here. 50mm.

Tended with love. 50mm.

Bernal school. 24mm.

“Why do you live in the city?” 24mm.

Local boozer. 24mm.

Polling Day. 24mm.

Hanging out. Click the picture for the map. 24mm.

Aged awning gears. 24mm.

Front door. 24mm.

And the very best thing about Bernal Heights? There are dogs everywhere!

On Cortland Street, Bernal Heights. Happy to proffer a paw and a cold nose.
About as good an egg as I have met this year, and with massive dignity. 24mm.

All on the Nikon D700 using ‘all metal era’ Nikkor 24, 50 and 135mm MF lenses, aged 35 years or more.

Marion Post Wolcott

Depression era masterpieces.

Click the picture for the article.

The New York Times’s splendid ‘Lens’ blog just published a few images from a newly discovered treasure trove from Roy Stryker’s Farm Security Administration documentation of the Great Depression. All the familiar names are there – Walker Evans, Carl Mydans, Russell Lee, Gordon Parks, Ben Shanh, Arthur Rothstein and Dorothea Lange. It seems that Stryker was concerned that his collection of images survive, and had parceled off a substantial subset to New York’s Public Library, just in case. It is this collection of some 41,000 prints, in addition to the 175,000 in Washington DC which the NYT is referring to. Its recent rediscovery provides a treasure trove of rarely seen images.

These are moving pictures but one, above, especially caught my eye as it’s by Marion Post Wolcott, that least known of the FSA’s photographers, yet one of the best. She left the FSA in 1942 after just three years, opting for children, hearth and home, and the photography world was the worse off for her departure. The definitive book on her life and works has been in my library for many years and remains available at Amazon US. You can see it by clicking the picture below. What distinguishes Wolcott’s work from that of her polar opposite, Walker Evans, is its sensitivity and grace. Where Evans is in-your-face, she is all restraint and caring.

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In that book there’s another version of the above picture which includes the man at the right, and it’s every bit as good:

And finally, perhaps her greatest picture. One can only wonder at the bigotry of the American south which had this sort of thing going on 74 years after Lincoln’s assassination:

It would be another 25 years before LBJ signed the Civil Rights Act into law which finally made this dreadful behavior illegal.

Marion Post Wolcott had a great heart to accompany her great eye.