A subject I actually studied via BAPA - the history of photography. This brought it alive. I believe (as I lived through the techy revolution of photography) that it had already found it's own broad niche. It was a useful archive, investigative tool, record and documentation. THe way we dote over pics of old wherever proves the point.
It also conserves ways of life in a manner more easily gathered than in portraiture - whence the subject will include their dog/horse/gun/car/motorcycle or even wife. I jape of course. But it contains clues, from candid shots, about details and methologies now lost. The flying cudgel at the miner's strike, a PM's sneer or discomfort or the way we dress to perform certain tasks - and whether they're performed any more.
Don't fold your arms is Ali's mantra, though we seldom photo one another. Its always been telephoto on wildlife - she carried on, I just point my phone at silly mushrooms. But from smiling Vics we can navigate back n forth as suggested, and passing the photobooth sillies and nudity for a bet, one wonders, as another selfie steps off a cliff, what next? Cheers Mike, always thought provoking stuff. Given that I can think...
Long ago, wagging school, in a cellar on Arthur Street, Rawmarsh, I discovered you could make monochromes look sepia by holding a lit candle a few inches below. And as lads in the 60s we loved sepia tone pics. Their occupants looked comical. Then I found a pic of that mate in a ballaclava with his ears poinked out...
A subject I actually studied via BAPA - the history of photography. This brought it alive. I believe (as I lived through the techy revolution of photography) that it had already found it's own broad niche. It was a useful archive, investigative tool, record and documentation. THe way we dote over pics of old wherever proves the point.
It also conserves ways of life in a manner more easily gathered than in portraiture - whence the subject will include their dog/horse/gun/car/motorcycle or even wife. I jape of course. But it contains clues, from candid shots, about details and methologies now lost. The flying cudgel at the miner's strike, a PM's sneer or discomfort or the way we dress to perform certain tasks - and whether they're performed any more.
Don't fold your arms is Ali's mantra, though we seldom photo one another. Its always been telephoto on wildlife - she carried on, I just point my phone at silly mushrooms. But from smiling Vics we can navigate back n forth as suggested, and passing the photobooth sillies and nudity for a bet, one wonders, as another selfie steps off a cliff, what next? Cheers Mike, always thought provoking stuff. Given that I can think...
Long ago, wagging school, in a cellar on Arthur Street, Rawmarsh, I discovered you could make monochromes look sepia by holding a lit candle a few inches below. And as lads in the 60s we loved sepia tone pics. Their occupants looked comical. Then I found a pic of that mate in a ballaclava with his ears poinked out...