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A Basic Guide to Photographic Bliss and Making Better Pictures … A Series of Periodic Musings … #14 Get Out There and Make Photographs!

Ok, if you’ve come this far and you’re still with me you’ve learned and accomplished a lot! So what’s next? Pretty simple … get out there and make photographs! Afterall, isn’t that what it’s all about?  You’ve developed the tools and the means to do good work. And I’m sure you have the gear. Now you need to find the time to execute the most basic of steps … make photographs!

The more you can be out there the better, especially if you’re just getting started. Yes, I know, finding the time can be a challenge. I face this problem myself. And it’s easy to get hung up thinking there isn’t much of interest nearby, but if you’ve followed along this far you know that’s just plain wrong. So just find the time and get out there! Make photographs wherever you see them. No need to plan at all.  Or start a project to work on.  Just keep at it to you finish saying what you wanted to say. Or do something in between … it doesn’t really matter. You can even keep a cheap camera in your car, loaded and ready for action if something pops up when you’re out and about. I have a really nice Olympus Stylus Zoom 140 a friend gave me that you can pick up for a song and it has more capability than you will ever need! “Cheap and cheerful” as my old Brit friend used to say!

Some people will tell you the only way to get better is to make as many pictures as possible? It certainly can’t hurt but I’m not sure I fully agree. I think the best thing is to develop a formula that allows you to get out there as much as you can without creating unnecessary stress in your life. The key is to enjoy yourself!  And while you’re out there, concentrate on becoming more aware of your surroundings. Learn to see what’s there of photographic interest to you. Trust me on this one. You won’t need to travel far to make meaningful photographs!

Stay well,

Michael

President’s Day, 2026

Well, I hope everyone had a nice President’s Day. I remember growing up when we celebrated Washington’s and Lincoln’s birthdays on separate days. These were two of our greatest presidents, but then it was determined is would be better for some reason to combine the two days of remembrance into one federal holiday.

To most Americans, President’s Day is just another day off to hang out or take advantage of all the sales that have become attached to the holiday. So here’s a fun fact … President’s Days happens to be the best time of the year to buy mattresses!  That’s right. A couple of years ago I retired my worn out Tempur-Pedic and got my new hot rodded Sleep Number. FYI, my sleep number is 95. Yes, I like it firm!

So most of the time President’s Day ends up being just another day.

Not this year.

By most accounts, the current occupant of the White House was considered one of the worst presidents ever … right up there with James Buchanan who pretty much did nothing to prevent the South’s secession and the Civil War. That was the for his first term in office. But he has outdone himself in so many ways this time around. I mean where do you even begin? Hmm, for starters, how about unbelievable corruption, authoritarianism actions whenever possible, grotesque narcissism and self-mythologizing, responsibility for bringing us Kristi Noem, Pam Bondi, Kash Patel, RFK Jr. Stephen Miller, Russell Vought, Gregory Bovino, Pete Hegseth and so many more all-stars, destruction of the liberal world order that has maintained the peace helped our economy grow, and insanely bad hair!

So you can imagine that I jumped at the chance to grab my camera when I found out that day that there would be a “No ICE, No Kings” rally here in Doylestown!

I arrived a few minutes after things started and things were well underway. Probably a couple hundred people carrying signs and American flags. Plenty of singing and yelling slogans, and as cars drove by they added their honking in solidarity to people on hand.

I was only scolded several times to get out of the street while I was making pictures, which is pretty good for me (Note: I don’t recommend this to others!), but I think I made some good pictures. But that was the least of it, because I felt I was a part of something that is growing stronger by the day. People are standing up and letting their voices be heard, both young and old, black, brown and white. Everyone! And while there was still plenty of snow and ice on the ground from the recent storm, I felt some of that ice melting away!

The next day I heard an interview on NPR of Loubna Mrie, a Syrian women who became a protestor and photojournalist during the Arab Spring. She just published a memoir of her life and how she survived called Defiance: A Memoir Of Awakening, Rebellion, And Survival In Syria. Towards the end of the interview she said “I think our oppressors wait for us to give up. And one of the ways to give up and let our oppressors win is by just stop speaking up and not push against the narrative that they are trying, that they’re adopting.”  During this dark time we all need to speak up and push back like Loubna Mrie!

I developed my negatives a few days ago and they look pretty good. They always do, don’t they?  I’ll make a proof sheet pretty soon and we’ll see how I did. With any luck there will be a keeper or two I can share.

But if not I felt I was part of something much bigger. And you know what? It turned out to be a pretty meaningful President’s Day after all!

Stay well,

Michael

A Bit About My Photograph … “Old Barn, Lockport, NY”

Another very early photograph. Although not monumental, I still enjoy it. And as it turns out, it made it something of a significant consequence, as it foreshadowed an interest and theme that would develop and continues stay with me … my infatuation with doorways and windows. In fact, making these photographs has been a lifelong project whose work can be found in my “Entrances” Gallery.

I can pretty much remember the experience. As a teenager, I liked driving around the country and scattered small towns nearby when I wasn’t in school, working, playing cards and otherwise goofing off with friends, or trying to see my girlfriend and future wife.   Cream white colored ’64 Saab, with a four speed on the floor. The previous year I had bought my first car, a blue semi rusted ’63 Saab with a two stroke engine and a four speed on the column. When it ran right I loved it. Trouble was that it didn’t run right that often, hence the ’64. I liked the new one well enough, but it had an interesting quirk. The floor was cracked … turns out dangerously so … so when I drove in the rain or snow I had to wear rubbers or boots to keep my feet from getting wet! Anyway it was what I could afford so it had to do the job. It did that day, and along with either my Pentax Spotmatic or Nikkormat, with a 50mm lens, it enabled me to get the job done!

It’s funny how certain pictures can influence and foretell other work to come, even though you may not have consciously thought about it in a certain way when they were first made. They just do and it isn’t until you go back to look and say yes that was something significant … to me. In this case, so much so that not only do these entrances and the mysteries of what may be behind them still catch my eye and imagination whenever I chance upon them.  Also enough that I eventually felt compelled to express my thoughts about it and include these words with the pictures themselves.

Here is what I said. “Doorways have always fascinated artists, and they have always intrigued me. What do they represent and what are the mysteries hidden behind them?

To me the doorway is the portal to all that lay beyond it and the centerpiece to what surrounds it.  Or it may be an abstract design, depending upon the way I choose to stare at it.

All things seem to flow from the statement the doorway makes.  I have even seen neat imaginatively designed houses where the entire frontispiece seems to act as an entranceway leading to the door itself!  But such uniquely designed structures are not found in the ever-growing amount of cookie cutter homes and increasingly homogenized subdivisions that is what America is becoming.

I was probably meant to live in the Forties, or Fifties, when there was character in our architecture and charm in our surroundings.  Maybe that’s why I am attracted to the old buildings and continue to seek out the interesting urban neighborhoods and small towns.

Sometimes doors are tightly shut to hermetically seal the inhabitants in from the outside world.  They can often see what is outside, but depending on their interest, remain hidden to the outside world.  Sometimes doors are left slightly ajar, leaving it to the passerby to determine whether the quarters behind it are inhabited or abandoned.

Once in a while a door is left open so that all can see beyond the passageway.  Of course in today’s society this doesn’t happen too often.  Gone are the trusting days of my youth when our doors were almost always kept open to let the sun shine in so the foyer could be made brighter … and even left unlocked during the night.

Then there are the people located in or near the doorways.  Who are they?  Are they happy or sad, proud or defeated?  What are they doing, thinking and hoping for?  Why are they there — to see or be seen?

Are they hoping to be in my picture?”

Stay well,

Michael

A Basic Guide to Photographic Bliss and Making Better Pictures … A Series of Periodic Musings … #14 Get Out There and Make Photographs!

Seems like a simple and easy thing to do, doesn’t it?  But for many it really isn’t simple or easy at all.

Why’s that?

Well, first there can be the issue of gear and Gear Acquisition Syndrome (GAS). I’ve written about this extensively. Here is a little bit about what I said … I will be the first to admit I like film cameras irrespective of what their purpose is.  They are neat, precision mechanical devices and yes I have gone through a lot of gear.  One of my friends kindly called it equipment churn.

Look, I don’t have a problem with trying new brands or different formats to see I how like them.  While it is true that you can make a great picture with any camera/lens, anyone that says there isn’t something special about the intimate relationship you have with a particular mechanical device and how it works is simply not telling the truth.

So there, I’ll say it; you should be one with your equipment and enjoy what you are using!  I am, and I do! I’ve kissed a lot of frogs along the way, only to end up selling them because I felt they were too complicated to use, or they didn’t intuitively enable me to produce what I wanted to produce, etc.  And I can honestly admit I don’t have a problem with that.

But I think GAS occurs when you have too many cameras and lenses that you don’t need, and acquiring them becomes the journey instead of actually getting out in the world and making pictures. Let’s face it, it’s fun to buy things and certainly it’s not as scary as having to put yourself out there and possibly fail at what you set out to do, or not enjoy yourself because of unreasonable expectations you or others have created or instilled within you.

This is not to say that it’s wrong to own and use more than one format for different applications, or even two types of cameras of the same format, such as a rangefinder and a single lens reflex (I do).  I think where things go haywire is when you start buying much more than you can ever reasonably use because you feel a need to have things that go beyond your true need to use them.  That doesn’t mean it’s a bad idea to own a lens that you may only use ten percent of the time.  In fact there’s nothing worse than being in a position where you need that lens to make the picture and you don’t have it.  In fact, while it is well known that Henri Cartier-Bresson used the 50mm lens to make the vast majority of his wonderful pictures, he also used other lenses on occasion when the need called for them.  On the other hand, the great photojournalist Alfred Eisenstaedt favored the 35mm lens, but also used others when necessary such as the 90mm for his iconic portrait of Marilyn Monroe.

So do yourself a favor and get the GAS out of your system. You will be happy you did, both photographically and financially!

Great, now you’ve made a great accomplishment, or perhaps you never had GAS at all.  But what if you have another hundred reasons not to get out there and photograph.

What’s the point of any of this if we don’t make photographs? Yes, I know we all have busy lives, often filled with distractions … particularly during this difficult time in which we live. Well, guess what … all the more reason to photograph!  But more fundamentally, if you are not photographing, or photographing very little, you need to think about what is the point after all. Maybe you just want to collect neat gear because it’s fun. Or you want to spend your time on the forums and watch YouTube channels, or who knows what. If that’s the case then just go ahead and admit to yourself what you are and what you’re not.

I’m hoping you want to photograph and get out there, and if you’re having trouble that you want to do something about it. I’m convinced one of the biggest reasons why people don’t photograph very often, despite having the time available and equipment that would shock many of the greats, is the feeling they need to travel to some exotic location to make great pictures.

Nonsense!

You have to open your eyes and become more aware of your surroundings and the range of possibilities they offer.  That means new thinking concerning what’s really important in your life … and for that matter … life in general.

One of the best things I ever did was to create a focus for myself called the Two Hour plan, and I’m quite convinced that among the many things you can do, following it might be one of the single most important ways to get you to stop screwing around, get out there and make meaningful photographs. So what’s the plan? Again, for those that missed it, here is some of what I wrote before … Looking out for and discovering things of obvious and potential photographic interest that are within two hours of where I live. That sounds pretty vague but I actually think it’s a stroke of genius.  I can always be on the lookout for interesting and even bizarre and other out of the ordinary events to checkout. Or I can learn about things that are important to those that live near me and hang out with them. And guess what – it takes a lot of pressure off me concerning what to be photographing.  Now I’m surrounded by all sorts of opportunities!

So you might say I am pretty lucky to live where I do and that I have an unfair competitive advantage – Bucks County, Philadelphia, the Delaware River, New York City, the Jersey Shore, the Poconos … I could go on.  Yes it’s great, and I love living here, but I don’t think I am better off than anyone else. I truly believe that there’s always fertile opportunity wherever one might be if you’re open to it.

And by the way, none of this means I have dispensed with specific projects. Far from it!  A benefit of the Two Hour plan is that with enough outings and results new themes demanding additional focus may emerge.

I never thought about this idea before, despite it being so utterly simple and obvious.  Now that I’ve had this news flash I feel much looser, less pressured, and yes, somewhat liberated. When I am out and about I feel more creative and have even more fun.  Consider the Two Hour plan for yourself. It may be all you need to get out there and experience the same benefits and results I have!

Stay well,

Michael

Can Film Help Us To Maintain Our Sanity During These Difficult Times?

In a time when every day brings a new dump of bad news and holy sh*t moments, can the act of making a photograph with a film camera help maintain our sanity?

The answer is yes!

Constantly being bombarded with unhealthy information, unwelcome alerts and messages from a wide range of digital sources, seen on the many screens we own can be a real downer, not to mention a mind numbing experience. Getting out and using your film camera with its sheer lack of digitalia, packed with a roll of film containing a finite number of opportunities to make something meaningful, we are forced to slow down and  take notice our of surroundings.  We have to think about the creative possibilities in front of us and enjoy the entire tactile and connective experience of setting the controls, focusing the image and finally pressing the shutter release to capture a moment that will never occur again.

I’ve written about this before, I believe there’s so much waiting to be seen and captured if your heart and mind’s eye are truly open to all the possibilities.  Using a slow and deliberative approach to “seeing” what’s out there really lets you experience life in a way you normally don’t. That is the film camera/film experience and it’s worth living!

Damn!

Just think for a moment how important this could be for your wellbeing, for the rest of us you know, or who’s lives you influence in some way you’re not even aware of or can’t even imagine.

Instead of taking your free time and squandering it with missed opportunities, pick up your camera and load it with film.  Now you can think about the discovery awaiting you and do something about it … and experience something better.

Stay well,

Michael

Can One Person Ruin a Nation?

Having just passed the one year anniversary of regime change in America, it seems a fair question to ask.

The short answer is no. It is easy to think that it’s all the fault of the individual that sits in the Oval Office, but it’s not. Sure all his toadies do what he says, but he is surrounded by true believers that influence his behavior in support of their agenda and his insanity. Then, there are the Republican members of Congress … unfortunately very few profiles in courage to be found here.

But wait, there’s more! Republican governors and legislatures that do his bidding and seek to maintain their power at the expense of others.  Corporations that got what they wanted. Media, law firms and universities that caved in to pressure. Citizens that are afraid of losing something or focusing on their self-interest. And then there are those Americans that wring their hands or sit idly by and don’t do anything for whatever the reason.

America is not Germany during the 1930s or Russia during the early 2000s. We have three more years to go, but we have a chance to change this … to stop and turn around what is a slow but accelerating national suicide … and the potential destruction of the NATO alliance that has helped maintain international stability, the growth of democracy and American prosperity since 1949.

Commemorating Martin Luther King Day, the great historian Heather Cox Richardson wrote:

“You hear sometimes, now that we know the sordid details of the lives of some of our leading figures, that America has no heroes left.

When I was writing a book about the Wounded Knee Massacre, where heroism was pretty thin on the ground, I gave that a lot of thought. And I came to believe that heroism is neither being perfect, nor doing something spectacular. In fact, it’s just the opposite: it’s regular, flawed human beings choosing to put others before themselves, even at great cost, even if no one will ever know, even as they realize the walls might be closing in around them.

It means sitting down the night before D-Day and writing a letter praising the troops and taking all the blame for the next day’s failure upon yourself in case things went wrong, as General Dwight D. Eisenhower did.

It means writing in your diary that you “still believe that people are really good at heart,” even while you are hiding in an attic from the men who are soon going to kill you, as Anne Frank did.

It means signing your name to the bottom of the Declaration of Independence in bold script, even though you know you are signing your own death warrant should the British capture you, as John Hancock did.

It means defending your people’s right to practice a religion you don’t share, even though you know you are becoming a dangerously visible target, as Sitting Bull did.

Sometimes it just means sitting down, even when you are told to stand up, as Rosa Parks did.

None of those people woke up one morning and said to themselves that they were about to do something heroic. It’s just that when they had to, they did what was right.

On April 3, 1968, the night before the Reverend Doctor Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated by a white supremacist, he gave a speech in support of sanitation workers in Memphis, Tennessee. Since 1966, King had tried to broaden the civil rights movement for racial equality into a larger movement for economic justice. He joined the sanitation workers in Memphis, who were on strike after years of bad pay and such dangerous conditions that two men had been crushed to death in garbage compactors.

After his friend Ralph Abernathy introduced him to the crowd, King had something to say about heroes: “As I listened to Ralph Abernathy and his eloquent and generous introduction and then thought about myself, I wondered who he was talking about.”

Dr. King told the audience that if God had let him choose any era in which to live, he would have chosen the one in which he had landed. “Now, that’s a strange statement to make,” King went on, “because the world is all messed up. The nation is sick. Trouble is in the land; confusion all around…. But I know, somehow, that only when it is dark enough, can you see the stars.” Dr. King said that he felt blessed to live in an era when people had finally woken up and were working together for freedom and economic justice.

He knew he was in danger as he worked for a racially and economically just America. “I don’t know what will happen now. We’ve got some difficult days ahead. But it doesn’t matter…because I’ve been to the mountaintop…. Like anybody, I would like to live a long life…. But I’m not concerned about that now. I just want to do God’s will. And He’s allowed me to go up to the mountain. And I’ve looked over. And I’ve seen the promised land. I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people, will get to the promised land!”

People are wrong to say that we have no heroes left.

Just as they have always been, they are all around us, choosing to do the right thing, no matter what.”

A few days after professor Richardson’s piece appeared an equally important article was published in the Atlantic by outstanding scholar and columnist Robert Kagan. In it he said:

“The Trump administration’s National Security Strategy made it official: The American-dominated liberal world order is over. This is not because the United States proved materially incapable of sustaining it. Rather, the American order is over because the United States has decided that it no longer wishes to play its historically unprecedented role of providing global security. The American might that upheld the world order of the past 80 years will now be used instead to destroy it.

Americans are entering the most dangerous world they have known since World War II, one that will make the Cold War look like child’s play and the post–Cold War world like paradise. In fact, this new world will look a lot like the world prior to 1945, with multiple great powers and metastasizing competition and conflict. The U.S. will have no reliable friends or allies and will have to depend entirely on its own strength to survive and prosper. This will require more military spending, not less, because the open access to overseas resources, markets, and strategic bases that Americans have enjoyed will no longer come as a benefit of the country’s alliances. Instead, they will have to be contested and defended against other great powers.”

There are many difficult days ahead. I know this. On Saturday another innocent American citizen was murdered by ICE. But I don’t believe the end is upon us. Not yet, anyway.  If we act and stand up for what’s right and good about America, including pressuring our members of Congress to do what’s necessary to stand by our friends and allies and honor our commitments to them, then there will be brighter days ahead.  There’s a lot worth fighting for and it will take a lot of work by us all.

Will you help?

Stay well,

Michael

A Nice Little Surprise

Sometimes, when you’re out and about you get an unexpected bonus and learn something new. That happened to me on my recent visit to the International Center for Photography. I had walked from Penn Station but arrived about a half hour before it officially opened. Good thing I tried the doors. They were unlocked so I walked in, found someone and asked if I could sit down and wait. Turns out the café/bookstore was open so I looked around. And there sitting on a cart was a single copy of book by the photographer Peter Kayafas called O Public Road!

I had never heard of the book or the photographer, but the cover looked interesting so I picked up and took a look.  Just the kind of book I really like … road trips that document America. Think Robert Frank’s The Americans, Walker Evans’ American Photographs and Jeff Dunas’ American Pictures.

Well, O Public Road! is a beauty and discovering it was an unexpected nice little surprise which made my visit to the International Center for Photography all the better! Not only did I see two great shows, but found something very special to own and enjoy.

Now, more the ever, good surprises are great!

Stay well,

Michael

Takeaways from the Graciela Iturbide and Sergio Larrain Photography Exhibits

Last week I stumbled onto the news that there were two shows about to be wrapped up at the International Center for Photography in New York. Graciela Iturbide: Serious Play and Sergio Larrain: Wanderings.

Needless to say I jumped at the chance to see this great doubleheader, but I had to rejigger my work schedule and figure out the best day to travel in order to avoid the wind and cold rain the Northeast has been having. That way I could take a nice leisurely walk instead of riding the subway from Penn Station.

I had seen some of Graciela Iturbide’s work before and previously wrote about it here.  I also had purchased her book Graciela Iturbide’s Mexico and was given a very beautiful signed small book eponymously titled Graciela Iturbidepublished the Throckmorton Fine Art Gallery. I had never seen Sergio Larrain’s work in the flesh but own one of his books, Sergio Larrain.

The Iturbide exhibit was the first retrospective of her work in New York City and included portraits and documentary work of the Seri people and other indigenous Mexican cultures and their traditions, pictures of the Oazaca Botanical Gardens, landscapes and found objects, self-portraits and perhaps most interestingly pictures made in the artist Frida Kahalo’s home bathroom that was turned into a museum.

The Larrain exhibit was drawn from Magnum Photo archives and focused on the early part of his carrier; mainly portraits of children and others, as well as street and rural scenes made during the 1950s and 1960s in Santiago, Valparaíso, Santiago, Paris, London, Peru, Bolivia, Italy and Chiloe Island.

The beautiful black and white images from both exhibits range in size mostly from 8X10 to 16X20.  But to me they appeared to be on the dark and moody side. Was this an artistic decision, a lighting issue or me? Not sure. Nevertheless, this didn’t distract from the magnitude of this dual show.

What did make me feel a little bit off was viewing the important work of two incredibly talented artists at a time when the regime is trying to take over a Latin American country for all the wrong reasons, while horribly mistreating Latin Americans in our own country … just part of a long history of our looking down at Latin American peoples, their cultures, their talents and their countries of origin.

Unfortunately both of these wonderful shows end today, so unless you live nearby or are in the area and can get there fast you’re out of luck.  But not completely … turns out there’s another Iturbide exhibit in New York at the Throckmorton Fine Art Gallery which runs through February 28th! In any case, I urge you to see their work when the opportunity comes up. Otherwise, think about picking up one of their outstanding monographs. They’ll make a fine addition to your library!

Stay well,

Michael