Tuesday, 29 November 2011

Hunters and gatherers versus farmers and factory workers.

Hunters and gatherers versus farmers and factory workers.:
I'm not a cultural anthropologist but I'd love to play one on TV. I do have some theories about humanity in aggregate that explain to me the vast differences in the way we think. The theories also extend to the reason some people hunger for the safety of the group while others prefer the practice of solitude and personal action, divorced from complicit coercion of the hive. People who study humanity say that for the first 99% of mankind's existence we survived in very small, family tribes and made our way in the world as nomadic hunter/gatherers. We ranged far and wide, ate mostly vegetables, fish and small animals and we spent time embroiled in adventure. There were dry spells and disasters but there was also plentiful free time and solitude. Most decision making was left up to the individual. You rested when you were tired and ran after game when you were hungry. And it was the hunters who were the early artists in places like the caves of Lascaux and Chauvet.


At some point our people experienced a split. Agriculture was discovered and with it the promise of a buffer from future hunger. Many grain crops could be harvested and stored for long periods of time to offer a hedge against the uncertainties of nature. Mankind had to choose between adventure and security. Between the individual and the group. Between shared sacrifice and autonomy. Between spirit and subjugation. Bellies were fully but diseases were more easy spread. The concentration of populations gave rise to hierarchies of privilege and control. And the world has been spinning out of control ever since. Our world population growth was turbo charged by the family farm and the community farms of the past 5,000 years. More offspring meant more hands to till soil and gather in crops. Now the patterns remain but the need recedes. The equation has turned and now the surplus of workers threatens to upset the whole apple cart.


On a global level you can argue that agriculture, geographic stability and the like are what led mankind to make discoveries and inventions and even art and music and I'm not here to argue which state of existence is better but I do strongly believe that, like a tendency to be left or right handed or a proclivity for adventure or conformity, that each human carries inside a genome or DNA for one or the other type of living. The farmers and stabilizers were, early on, able to concentrate numbers to create overwhelming armies which pushed nomads out of their territories. The farmers and grain accountants now far outnumber the hunters. But there still exists a part of population that finds it impossible to conform to a lifestyle that many more people find perfectly acceptable. Even preferable by dint of it's stability and security. They are farmers and, the modern analogy/permutation, office and factory workers. They are interdependent. Not just for food and shelter but also for thought and intention.


You hear the mantra all the time: "Team Work! Team Work! Team Work!" That means "Think together, sit together, eat together, band together." Great for building the Great Wall of China, the Pyramids or the Hoover Damn. Not so great when it comes to re-imagining existence and creatively re-ordering our existence. Which we are obligated to do with each new generation.....


And, as civilization continues to homogenize, the outliers and hunters seem more and more strange and different to the masses.


So, where am I going with all of this? I really believe that non studio bound photographers in general, and photojournalists and documentarians in particular represent the expression of the hunter/gatherer gene. And without them society and civilization, as a whole, would capitulate to their own self-serfitude. (I'm pretty sure I made that word up...)


Why else would millions sit at home, even on their days off, and watch TV? Why do the masses throng to the malls to buy the same stuff as everyone else? Why do they stampede out to the sports arenas to cheer on total strangers who they identify as "my team."? They do it because they've been trained from birth to depend on the mass, the hive, the extended tribe to provide purpose, organization and relative security. In exchange they surrender their creative freedom, their individual initiative and their curiosity.


Now, I'm obviously making sweeping generalizations because, of course, the mix of our genes is nothing if not convoluted and mixed up. We all have the species memory as stored in our DNA to function as hunters and gatherers as well as farmers. But within the general population their are propensities that are obvious and can be plotted.




We've become so interdependent that it's (nearly) impossible not to have a foot in the "Borg" quicksand. And it's the relentlessness of the campaign to snuff out dissent and opinion that scares me. Artists seem to be classified as "unusual" along with serial killers, saints and people who talk to invisible people on the streets. In American culture you are less likely to know about art history than calculus and, damn few people in our country are up to snuff in calculus. When we squish out the outliers we make life more emotionally comfortable for people who fear change and challenge because we eliminate scary, aspirational role models. When we lampoon artists or paint them all with a wide brush we are doing what we do with the monsters in fairy tales. We are trying to rob them of their power.


But instinctively we know that we need the outliers to push our society into continuous evolution and change. Without the Steve Jobs hunter gatherers we have only Scully's who measure and horde without moving the game forward. Without the Picassos we have only the status quo and blue bonnet painters.
Without Ferrari we'd have only Chevy Novas. Without Jeff Bezos we'd all be lining up under the lime green glow of the Walmart ceiling fixtures looking for the approved products. Without Henri Cartier Bresson and Robert Frank we might still think our role is the vacuous documentation of cat whiskers and sunsets over suburban backyards.


Cities know they need art to survive. They need people to metaphorically walk in the desert for years and then come back to tell us what it's like. Someone needs to climb into rockets and let themselves be flung into space. And it's the same in the arts. Normal people flock to cities that nurture artists. Museum spring up eternal. Television and movies haven't replaced live theater. People still play musical instruments and artists still make paintings.


I single out photojounalists and documentarians because it's imperative that they operate outside the system in order to see it clearly and reflect their observations back to their audiences. They are the outsiders who report on the insiders to the insiders. They call mass culture on their foibles. And they do it with images.


But nothing reminds me of the legacy of our ancestors more than the urge to pick up a camera, put on a pair of walking shoes and head out the front door in search of individual adventure. To track down an image and later share it on the wall of a cave to remind everyone else that adventure is as important to our civilization as air and water. And you'll find plenty of both out there. That content is at least as important as the technology used to create it.


Is it any wonder we're fascinated and drawn to the smaller tribes and cultures in our midst? Like Rappers and Navy Seals and Athletes. (and by athletes I mean real athletes who challenge the clock or race against others, not a bunch of people who do gladiatorial teams sports for cultural mind control).
Tiger Woods is fascinating because he plays golf really well but also because he only plays golf, does it on his schedule and reaps the rewards for himself and a small tribe.


I think the sudden interest in this century in photography coincides with a breakdown of the consensus culture. People are resisting becoming part of the "giant team" because it seems to represent a walking death. The rise of entrepreneurialism really represents a repudiation of the mega corporation model and a harkening, a desire for the autonomy of our ancestors. The camera, worn on a strap for efficient travel, has become a symbol and artifact of our pent up desire to push away from the cloying crowd and rediscover what it means to make your own decisions about what is good and beautiful.


And even if you work for a big company at a "real" job you understand when you throw the camera over your shoulder and walk outside your front door to find adventure that this single act is helping you achieve a personal voice, a freedom of choice. To be a good or bad artist isn't the question. The real question is: Will you create on your own terms or will you capitulate to what society at large has to say about what's beautiful and what's not? The hunter gatherer would counsel you to smell the wind, read the signs and find out for yourself....


The more we bring art inside the corral the blander and weaker it gets.
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Late afternoon and into the evening with two good friends and a Nikon V1.

Late afternoon and into the evening with two good friends and a Nikon V1.:


My friends, Andy and Frank are photographers. They are as interested in the art and craft as I am and they are quiet and fun to spend time with. We decided to meet downtown at Medici Cafe late this afternoon and go for a walk, have a little dinner and spend some time playing with our "miniature" cameras. I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to see how my new little Nikon handled low light so I stuck the 10mm to 30mm kit lens on the front, crammed the 10mm into my shirt pocket and ventured into the land of "no parking."


I thought I'd be early but the guys were already there. They were both in an Olympus micro mood today. Andy was sporting an EPL1 with a Panasonic 20mm and Frank brought along his EP3 and switched between his new 12mm and his 45mm 1.8. No tripods. No flashes. No other stuff.
We headed for South Congress Avenue and we were reveling in the sweet light that skims across the lake just before sunset. On the Congress Ave. bridge we met this "Occupy Austin" protester waving a flag and waving at cars. He said he wanted to get away from the city hall crowd and do his own thing so....there he was. We approached and asked if he would mind us photographing him. He didn't mind in the least.
As far as I can tell the Nikon focuses quickly and accurately. One thing I've noticed is that I like to dial down the exposure by one third to two thirds of a stop under the indicated values in order to get files I like. In post processing I always add a little bit more black with a the black slider in Lightroom. And I am likely to use the "punch" preset with some of the files as well. It imparts a fun grittiness to the images.

When we first started out there was a strong wind and low clouds whipped through the late autumn sun like a slow motion movie effect.
Everywhere we turned in downtown the light and cloud mix created little dramas on the faces of the buildings. We were shooting and walking. Shooting and walking. Pretty soon we got our cadence down and were able to walk in some sort of coherent pattern. I'd been looking forward to our walk because Andy has a style that is untainted by previous exposure to the traditions of heavy, film based photography. He's a natural with the LCD screen on the back and consistently tells me not to depend on the viewfinder but to "use the force." I wanted to open myself up to new ways of photographing and looking and so I was purposely studying his approach. Using the live view on the back screen he would maintain a loose and fluid methodology, making little adjustments with his feet or the bend of his knees. The live view allowed him to make almost unconscious corrections to exposure and shoot quickly. I tried to follow his lead and not be as rigid as I know I am. Too many rules in my brain. Reminds me of my favorite bumper sticker about dogs: "More wag, less bark."



Another odd thing about this evening. Usually when I'm in a crowd of photographers I'm the odd man out, shooting with a bag of single focal length lenses. This evening I was the odd man out for shooting with the only zoom in the trio. The 45mm 1.8 on the Pen EP3 is a wonderful combination....Must.....resist......buying.....temptation....



When I got back home I downloaded my files and started to edit them. I saw several things. The Nikon was a bit too warm in many of the downtown building files. It may be that it was really accurate to the way the scene was being lit, a low, late sun is very warm. But the scenes all looked better as I made the color bluer in my raw conversions.


The second thing I noticed is that the Nikon has a very fine, black pepper grain to images shot over 650 ISO. It's not apparent until I zoom into 100% but it's there. There is none of the chromatic noise that causes the color sparkles in older camera images. And, even though this very sharp and monochromatic noise sneaks in it doesn't seem to affect the sharpness of the files. I'll stand by my original observations and say that you are good using ISO's up to 800 without much restriction (DON'T underexpose) and, with care, at 1600. 3200 is reportage with the intention to convert to black and white. Even the files at 250 ISO have a little bit of this black pepper noise but it's not at all intrusive and doesn't seem to effect the image at reasonable print sizes.


Shooting in a group, no matter how small, always entails a bit of compromise but tonight was smooth. One of us would linger behind to explore a reflection or something in a shop window and would catch up. One person would find an interesting subject and go off on a tangent. And we'd all come back together again, minutes later and compare notes. I like to see how people photograph. We're all so different. Since we weren't lighting or directing each shot came and went quickly.






This is a close up of the forearm of the protester on the bridge. That is not a temporary tattoo. It's the real deal. Still fresh and red around the edges. He had other interesting tattoos as well. If you want to shoot something specific sometimes you just have to ask.....


As we headed south on the bridge I turned around to snap a few images of the downtown skyline. Austin has changed so much in the last five years. Our downtown has been totally revitalized and is now the interesting place to be. Many of the new skyscrapers are resident towers and I look forward to a time when we have a real, 24/7 downtown to move through. The one thing we lack right now is a good number of 24 hour restaurants....








As we worked our way toward the food trailers I found myself falling into the familiar pattern of looking for familiar patterns. The Nikon EVF is a perfectly suited for the process of grabbing graphic nibblets. You see, essentially, the finished photo as you are previsualizing it and visualizing it on the screen. It's kind of like seeing the future and the present simultaneously.


But I have to consistently practice my people engagement skills even if I flub the technical stuff. The camera might be up for 1/8th second exposures but I'm not sure I am and I'm pretty sure this couple was moving a bit as well. (Lit with very, very low incandescent lighting coming through a shop window.)




I photographed this flower/vase because I liked the combination of textures but when I developed the image in Lightroom I liked it more as an example of the graceful highlight transitions I could see in the different tones on the white ceramic.


The combination of streetlights and the afterglow of sunset makes for wonderful color contrasts. I wish the skies would hang there, in this balance, for hours everyday. As it is you have only glancing opportunities to catch a perfect balance and then it's gone. Makes for a bit of a challenge.


I can't speak for the other guys but for me this was a welcome photographic vacation from my long day of photography related stuff in the studio. One of the banes of modern commercial photography is the long hours spent in front of a monitor doing things like, clipping paths, black and white conversions and fine tuning large files destined for print. I spent hours this morning taking 40 megapixel raw files, converting them into beautiful color files, making masks to drop out backgrounds while leaving wisps of hair intact and then uploading nearly a gigabyte of files to my client's FTP server. Once you add in following up on some billing and putting together a few bids you find that you've spent the bulk of the day in a chair at a desk. Which is decidedly not what I really signed up for in the beginning of this whole photography lifestyle thing. But it's cathartic to get out as the light changes and the wind changes and walk down a busy street with the wonderful feel of a camera in your hand. And even if you come back without any images you want to show to anyone else you know you've spent time well.


I must confess that the photo above and the photo below were intentionally shot into light sources to see if the Nikon could be coaxed into showing off "red dot syndrome." I think the camera passed this test well but I offer no guarantees for people who want to include the sun in their frames. I do love the mix of street lights and ropes of bulbs against an evening sky.


We stopped at the end of our route and ate a jovial dinner at a fish taco restaurant. We talked about cameras and we talked about life, and our plans for the holidays. It was a simple moment but one without a care in the world. And that's a rare thing to be able to say these days. Our intention from the beginning was to walk. Everything else would be whipped creme on top of the sundae.


This shop on south Congress Ave. had a display of old cameras. 35mm and other odd formats from the 1940's and 1950's. The coolest thing I saw in the shop was this giant camera. Every once in a while the flash bulb would light up. The rubber ducks were a nice counterpoint.......


We wound up back where we started and we sat at the bar and watched people and talked to each other and to the baristas. In one of those, "Only in Austin" moments we were informed that salsa dance classes would be starting, in the coffee shop, in "just a few minutes." When we left the salsa was already in progress and Austinites in black t-shirts with band logos on the front were dipping and dancing with women in skirts. We each shook hands and headed off to find our cars and return to our homes. I felt like a tourist in my own town. And it was good. There are always more attractions to see. And the price is just right.




Funny to write about my adventures with the little Nikon. Yesterday I was shooting portraits on black and white film with my Hasselblad and the 150mm lens. The day before I was shooting still life with the Canon 1DS mk2 and a 90mm macro lens. I guess I'm just destined to shoot "all over the map." But it sure keeps my job AND my hobby fresh.
By the way, our protester with the "Occupy Austin" tattoo also sported this one. I was thinking of getting one like this myself. But my friends convinced me I should get a Leica tattoo instead. I'm still pondering. :- )



Final report on the Nikon: I like it. It's sharp. It's no more or less infallible then any other comparable camera. It does nice detail and has good color. It's fast. It's light and small and I can carry it all evening without a thought. In all I think Nikon should do well with the new format. It might not be the camera for you but.......it's not a bad camera.
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