On My Bookshelf

I have a fair amount of photography books for two reasons. First, I like to visit used bookstores, and second, I enjoy looking at them and learn something while doing it. Owning monographs is the next best thing to owning original photographs, especially if the book is nicely printed. But I think there are additional benefits to owning books of a photographer you admire, most notably the opportunity you as the viewer gets to see a particular body of work and how the pictures relate to one and other.
 
My intent here is to periodically feature books I own and particularly like, that you might also enjoy. Don’t expect formal book reviews; there are others that specialize in doing that. Rather I will present a few reasons why I like the book and think it’s a good one to have on your shelf. Some selections you may be likely familiar with, others maybe not so much. Please note that they will be randomly selected so the order I present them has no significance whatsoever. So here goes!

This Past Week: The “Peace President”, Macho Man and the Passing of Country Joe MacDonald

In the last week or so we’ve had the undeclared war with Iran spiral out of control. Should anyone really be surprised? Shortly after it began the US destroyed a girl’s elementary school killing 175 people, most of them innocent young children.  They might have been spared were it not for faulty intelligence made worse because tough guy Pete Hegseth had gutted a Pentagon oversight organization established by Congress to guard against these types of horrific mistakes. All of this fits with his macho persona and desire to rid the warfighter of “stupid rules of engagement” designed to limit civilian casualties.  The school building had been part of an adjacent Iranian military base years ago, but not anymore. Imagine, you as a parent sending your little girl off to school in the morning only to learn latter that day that she was killed … and for what! Or you’re that little girl, happy as a clam, only to die in an instant. Just collateral damage … right Pete?

There have been no apologies or condolences from the regime. Instead the White House and Hegseth put out disgusting and immature memes, cartoons, movie clips, and sports footage spliced together with footage of U.S. military strikes glorifying the war like a Marvel comic movie. It’s like a dystopian video game or some kind of sick joke to them … but not to the innocent civilians and the American service members that have been needlessly killed or the families who mourn their loss. No worries though, the self titled “peace president” said “when you go to war, some people will die.”

At this writing, approximately 150 Americans service members have been injured and 13 killed. Trump attended the somber dignified transfer of the first six service members who made the ultimate sacrifice decked out in a white baseball cap embroidered with the letters “USA” in his favorite color … gold. And why not? You can purchase it at the “The Trump Store” for $55 along with all sorts of other kitsch, with the proceeds going to you know who. Can there be anything more disgusting?

But wait, there’s more! On Saturday, Mr. Wonderful asked our allies France, Japan, South Korea and Britain … and no, this isn’t a misprint … China … to send naval forces to help secure the strait of Hormuz now that it’s all but shut down to Western shipping. Too bad we pretty much chose not to consult with our allies before the war started. Oh and I’m sure China is going to rush in to bail us out this mess. Along with no clear set of goals or an articulated endgame in sight from civilian leadership, add their complete misunderstanding of the range of potential outcomes for this misadventure. Nice work.

Then there was the new information from the Epstein files regarding the leader of the free world and a then young teenage girl who had told the FBI that he sexually assaulted her. The explosions of the Iran war conveniently diverts attention from the bombshells that most certainly are contained in the files yet to be released or those made public but have been heavily redacted by Pam Bondi and the Justice Department. The war will have to end soon … the New York Times reported “ the United States on Thursday temporarily lifted sanctions on Russian oil that is currently at sea, allowing it to be shipped to buyers around the world as the Trump administration scrambles to contain energy prices that have been soaring because of the war in Iran.”  And when it does, the Epstein files will be back in the news and the chickens will surely come home to roost.

I’m not sure what is more pathetic, the junta leader or those that continue to support him, knowing all they know.

There was some good news though … Kristi Noem got fired, but not for the right reasons. Not because of the murders in Minneapolis or the many other ICE atrocities, but because of what she said during a Congressional hearing that embarrassed the dear leader.  Another example of women that become Trump butt girls and try to be one of the guys, only to become collateral damage themselves when their usefulness ends.  We can only hope that Pam Bondi will be next! And then, how about Pete the MAN Hegseth!

And in another tiny ray of sunshine Republican Senator Tom Tillis said it was time to get rid of Stephen Rasputin Miller!

All of this brings us to sad passing this past week of Country Joe McDonald one of the leading voices of the sixties and seventies bay area rock and roll music scene. His first album as part of Country Joe and the Fish came out in 1967 during the height of the Viet Nam War.  I remember first hearing it when I was thirteen. He was immortalized in the 1969 at Woodstock when he led the Fish Cheer and sang the “I-Feel-Like-I’m-Fixin’-to-Die Rag” song. Fun fact: My older cousin and his buddies asked me if I wanted to tag along with them and go to Woodstock. My parents said no … probably a smart move, but damn that would have been epic! Check out the clip of him singing it!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ft0vkKCadgk

Here are the lyrics sung during that distant but in some ways not so different time. Different war, but so timely today. Sorry for the language.

“I-Feel-Like-I’m-Fixin’-to-Die Rag”

Give me an “F! …”F”! give me a “U”! …”U”!
Give me a “C”! …”C” Give me a “K”! …”K”!
WHATS THAT SPELL? …”FUCK!” (x5)

Well come on all of you big strong men, Uncle Sam needs your help again,
he got himself in a terrible jam, way down yonder in Vietnam,
put down your books and pick up a gun, we’re gunna have a whole lotta fun.

CHORUS

And its 1,2,3 what are we fightin for?
don’t ask me i don’t give a dam, the next stop is Vietnam,
and its 5,6,7 open up the pearly gates. Well there aint no time to wonder why…WHOPEE we’re all gunna die.

Now come on wall street don’t be slow, why man this’s war a-go-go,
there’s plenty good money to be made, supplyin’ the army with the tools of the trade,
just hope and pray that when they drop the bomb, they drop it on the Vietcong.

CHORUS

Now come on generals let’s move fast, your big chance is here at last,
now you go out and get those reds cuz the only good commie is one that’s dead,
you know that peace can only be won, when you blow em all to kingdom come.

CHORUS

(spoken)- Listen people I don’t know you expect to ever stop the war if you can’t sing any better than that… there’s about 300,000 of you fuckers out there.. I want you to start singing..

CHORUS

Now come on mothers throughout the land, pack your boys off to Vietnam,
come on fathers don’t hesitate, send your sons off before its too late,
be the first one on your block, to have your boy come home in a box

CHORUS

All right !!!!!!!

Man, I feel so much better now! But come on Country Joe, where are you when we need you now? I’m thinking of you though and wish you were still here, so how about singing a little song for us from wherever you are? You never know, there could be some real karma that might help us during these trying times!

Well, that’s all for now.  Next week back to my regular beat.

Stay well,

Michael

Jeff Dunas, Highway 61 to Honeyboy

Can a book also be a tiny gem? Most certainly!

I don’t write about my books all that often, and never write about a book by the same photographer within a short span … but this is special! In the video interview of Jeff Dunas that inspired me to feature American Pictures, he mentioned a book he had done with Nazraeli Press. It intrigued me so much I had to get a copy ASAP!

Highway 61 to Honeyboy is a small limited edition book published by Nazraeli Press and it’s like nothing I own. Part of it’s One Picture Book Series, it’s made of the best materials, is limited to 500 numbered copies, and includes a removable, signed, original 5×7 print by Dunas that is slightly smaller than the book itself. When I first held the book in my hands it I felt like I was looking at a handmade object of art and a beautiful portfolio at the same time. At $60 it’s both a wonder and a gift!

According to the publisher, “US Highway 61 runs for 1,400 miles between New Orleans, Louisiana and the city of Wyoming, Minnesota, generally following the course of the Mississippi River. This highway has been referenced in the lyrics of music by myriad artists with roots in the region. The junction of US 61 and US 49 in Clarksdale is the mythical crossroads where, according to legend, Robert Johnson sold his soul to the Devil in exchange for mastery of the blues guitar style.

The Blues Highway portion of Highway 61 follows its path North from New Orleans to Chicago, passing through Louisiana, Mississippi, Arkansas, past the western tip of Tennessee and through Missouri. It was here where Jeff Dunas headed in the mid-1990s to photograph many of the true blues legends for his portfolio and monograph State of the Blues.

For his contribution to our One Picture Book series, Jeff Dunas has retraced his steps from that journey, presenting here a selection of landscapes and portraits with accompanying texts describing what he saw, and why it is as important as ever.”

Yes, there are only eleven pictures in the book and yes it’s small, but short of a few even more limited edition softbound books I own, it’s like nothing I have and a new prized possession.

In a time of meaningless mass produced schlock and AI generated sensory insanity, this is a little breath of fresh air and something to be savored while sitting in a comfortable chair.

I love this book!

Stay well,

Michael

Jeff Dunas, American Pictures

I love a good road trip and when I was younger, e.g., before marriage, children and career, I took some memorable ones. But never cross country or the like. That trip remains in my bucket list, as much for the journey as for the photographic opportunity.

This brings me to Jeff Dunas. I saw a great recent interview of him on YouTube this past week which made me think about his wonderful book American Pictures. Published in 2001 with photographs made at the end of the century, it makes me think of other equally wonderful books I am lucky to own … Walker Evans’ American Photographs, and Robert Frank’s The Americans, whose timeless pictures were made in the 1930s and 1950s respectively. It’s a fascinating experience to look at the three of these important books to get a better understanding of where we’ve been … and perhaps where we’re headed.

After moving to Paris and living there for twenty years, Dunas returned to the U.S. with the idea of documenting America in terms of “scenes representative of the small-town America that he remembered from his youth in the 1960s”. Whether the resulting work successfully accomplished that mission is up to the viewer to decide. I grew up during the same as Dunas, and for me it does. But that hardly matters. The book is wonderful collection of exceptionally seen and printed black and white pictures of ordinary Americans living their daily lives, the environment they live in and the artifacts that surround them.

A big and sprawling book, it contains over 120 images, each telling a story for those willing to look hard and imagine. Easily obtained new or used, for me it’s a must have!

Stay well,

Michael

Robert Adams, What We Bought: The New World: Scenes from the Denver Metropolitan Area, 1970-1974

I usually don’t write about a brand-new book, but this one is special. Special for two reasons. One is the book itself. Two, just as important, and perhaps even more so is how it came into my possession … and this is what makes it especially special.  The book was given to me as a gift by Peter Schrager … fellow black and white photographer, follower of this website, Monalog Collective member, and most importantly my friend.

As I’ve said before, for me photography is about the journey. It’s much, much more than the pictures you make. It’s about that and everything else related to it. At least it is to me. Perhaps most important beyond being out there and getting some keepers is the people I meet and the friendships I make. Peter is one of the friends I’ve made and my life is better for that.

Ok, so what about the book? Adams is a seminal photographer who’s documented the tension between man’s development of the American West and the natural beauty of what was. Particularly the sprawl of suburbia and all that comes with it. As someone who’s lived in suburbia for much of my life, I am particularly sensitive to this. I lived in suburban northern Virginia and experienced suburban sprawl gone mad. I escaped that and moved to Doylestown. Couldn’t find a house in the borough that had a proper basement for a darkroom, so I ended up at the edge of town in a house built 30 years ago. While I can walk into town and I spend quite a lot of time there, the feel is a little different.  Bucks County is famous for its bucolic beauty and wonderful small towns like Doylestown but it too has experienced the ravages of development. Adams throughout his long career has captured the consequences of development, both to the land and to those that live in it. This is well documented in his seminal book.

The pictures are not what I would call pretty, but they’re important to look at. While I am familiar with Adam’s work and seen his pictures in several anthologies I own, I have never viewed his work in person or thought of owning one of his books. Now that I have this fine edition, I realize the mistake I made.

Thank you Peter for this wonderful gift. Robert Adams, What We Bought: The New World: Scenes from the Denver Metropolitan Area, 1970-1974 will now become an important piece of my photographic library and serve as a stark reminder of one of the realities of American life.

Stay safe,

Michael

Robert Cahn, Robert Glenn Ketchum, American Photographers and The National Parks Foundation

Every night last week on the national news I watched vivid stories of Mother Nature’s wrath taken out against Yellowstone National Park.  The worst is over, but what we saw is a grim reminder of how fragile our ecosystem and treasured national parks are.  The devastation caused by monsoons and uncontrolled flooding made me think about a wonderful book I’ve owned for many years, American Photographers and The National Parks, published by the National Parks Foundation and Viking Press.  The version I own is a so-called “Studio Book” and it is quite striking in its nice slipcase cover with inlaid photograph.

The book includes a very fine essay by Robert Cahn, “Curatorial Viewpoints” by the photographer Robert Glenn Ketchum, the over 100 gorgeous plates that comprise the core of the book and small images of the complete catalogue from the 1979 photographic exhibition sponsored by the National Parks Foundation.

Photographers who’s stunning images are contained in this beautiful coffee table size book include: William Henry Jackson, Eadward J. Muybridge, Carleton E. Watkins, Timothy O’Sullivan, William Bell, John K. Hillers, George Fiske, Anne Brigman, Imogen Cunningham, Laura Gilpin Edward Weston, Ansel Adams, Eliot Porter, Minor White, Brett Weston, Jerry N. Uelsmann, Michael A. Smith, Charles V. Janda, Don Worth, William Garnett, Robert Glenn Ketchum, Dave Bohn, Paul Caponigro, Harry Callahan, Joel Meyerowitz, Lee Friedlander, William Clift, Linda Connor, Boone Morrison, David Mussina, Roger Minick, Ted Orland, Roger Misrach, John Pfahl, and Gail Skoff.

This is a wonderful book that can be picked up for a song on eBay or in a used bookstore. How about ten bucks to own something so beautiful and inspiring!  So if inflation and the high cost of gas is keeping you from visiting our beautiful national parks, for less than it costs for two gallons of regular you can own something you will cherish for the rest of your life.

Stay well,

Michael

Self-Publishing and Self-Accomplishment … Peter Schrager’s New Book, Pleasure Yourself

My friend and Monalog Collective colleague Peter Schrager just self published an absolutely beautiful and intimate black and white monograph entitled Pleasure Yourself.  Now before you jump to conclusions about the somewhat interesting title of this marvelous book you must look at the pictures contained in it.

Peter has done an absolutely wonderful job in showing what a photographer can do on his or her own if their work merits the effort.  Pleasure Yourself is a wonderful collection of images displaying perfectly framed scenes of the Los Angeles urban landscape and associated artifacts, as well as writings by the photographer.  All are gems.

A case can be made that the title of Peter’s book is based upon one of the photographs contained in it, but I think there is more to it.  I think it is also related to the pleasure Peter took in tirelessly working to put together and oversee an absolutely first class effort. It should serve as an shining example of what is truly possible if a photographer is determined and dedicates him or herself to the accomplishment a lofty objective without care of the often self serving criticism of others.

In my opinion, Pleasure Yourself is a great achievement by one person with a singular and crystal clear vision. It is a testament to his work that will last a long time and will be enjoyed by those lucky enough to own a copy. As such, it is a great inspiration to me for what can be accomplished when you work hard to hone your vision and craft, and then make the effort and to put yourself out there, not to mention spend the funds necessary to present your visual statement to the world to see.

Pleasure Yourself is available directly from Peter Schrager by reaching him at peterschrager@sbcglobal.net or 310-855-4528.

Stay safe,

Michael

Elliott Erwitt, Personal Best

Earlier this year I wrote about a book-buying spree I had. One of the books I snagged was Elliott Erwitt’s huge volume Personal Best that contains over 440 photographs on 448 pages he personally selected as his best and favorite images from a lifetime of creative work.  Did I say huge? It’s roughly 15 by 11 inches in size and just for grins I decided to weigh it … just over 11 pounds! This thing is truly massive as it should be with all that it contains, but with so much visual content can it hold one’s interest, or at one point simply become too much?  I’ll come back to that in a few moments.

Is this a perfect book? Probably not. As others have pointed out, it might have been nice if a landscape format had been employed. I’m not a fan of full bleed spreads onto two pages. But then the book might have hit gargantuan proportions and the price would likely have been more than the $50 it is.

Once you open it up for serious contemplation you realize these are minor quibbles and they are soon forgotten. Not only does Personal Best contain all of Erwitt’s greatest hits, but also there are many photographs that have never been published before. Looking at each picture you realize what a stupendous photographer Erwitt is, because each one of these images is a winner. One can only imagine how many other great pictures he’s made over a lifetime that aren’t his favorites?

Personal Best is a joyful, learning experience that has to be savored in order to really get all that is to be gained from it. It’s also a humbling experience. One can only wonder about how good his also rans are, but for me it’s a motivator of what can be accomplished with dedication, continued hard work and clarity of vision.

Erwitt is a true master. He has spent sixty years living a complete photographic life, something few of us will ever be able to do.  Personal Best gives me something to dream of and aspire to, even if I cannot have such a life. It forces me to strive to do what makes me happy and do it in the best way I can, so I can create my personal best.

So can Personal Besthold one’s interest for an extended viewing session? Yes, yes and yes! In fact, you will want to go back to it again and again.

Buying this book is a no brainer. Do yourself an enormous favor and get it!

Stay safe,

Michael

Fred Picker’s Zone VI Newsletters

I have now finished reading Fred Picker’s Zone VI Newsletters for the umpteenth time.  Just ask my wife how may times I have read these things, or talk to my kids about how funny they thought it was that I had brought those two fat grey loose leaf binders with me to the beach on vacations. Yes it’s true. I’ve read all 82 newsletters many times and always seem to gain some new insight with each reading.

I couldn’t wait for that familiar envelope from Vermont to arrive in my mailbox every few months. I have fond memories of getting the calls from my wife in the middle of sixteen hour workdays at the State Department telling me I got my latest newsletter … same thing when Shutterbug arrived!  It’s surprising how much those calls meant to me. I still get great enjoyment from them and pick up new things.  But there is something else about reading them … something about one person’s photographic journey in life.

Yes I know, Picker has been a polarizing subject and still draws criticism on the Internet. But if you can get beyond some commercial promotion of his products, a few instances of self-promotion and a couple of somewhat questionable things he mentions related to getting his picture, then there is just so much there for the black and white analog photographer … and yes … more.

All the innovations, the demystification of the Zone System, the sharing of correspondence with Strand, Adams and other greats, being together with him photographing  … designing and producing exciting products unlike any before, searching for beaver dams, the excitement of capturing the light reflecting off a wall of slate, standing in awe before ancient monoliths or trying to photograph while being stranded during a non-stop rainstorm somewhere in the Outer Hebrides. Being with him as he lived a complete photographic life.  Accompanying him on a photographic and life journey for over twenty years.

Fred did it his way and he told you what he believed to be the truth. He didn’t care what others thought. He told you not to trust anyone including him, but rather to TRY IT for yourself and see if it worked … you could make your own informed decision.  Maybe too many were jealous of his entertaining life, his independence, all of the rule breaking, and the financial success he achieved from the business he created, etc. Many who were proud to post awe inspiring pictures of their family cats and the like on the Internet to demonstrate their photographic prowess claim his photography was dreck.

Fine.

You know what? I don’t give a flying fig about other’s insecurities.  I believe Fred Picker’s Zone VI Newsletters are great stuff and highly recommended! Complete sets come up from time to time on eBay and are worth getting!!!

Go ahead, TRY IT!

Stay safe,

Michael