Sunday, November 8, 2009

100 Photos Project--image #4



When photographing landscapes, conventional wisdom says the best results come while working when the light is most dramatic; dramatic light produces dramatic photographs. The most dramatic light of the day occurs early in the morning and in the evening when the sun's rays pass through more of the atmosphere, drawing out richer colors. This effect of light is further enhanced during bad weather. This means that opportunities for truly dramatic photographs are relatively rare. Thus, the scenes we would most like to hang on the wall don't happen very often.

On the other hand, the conditions we most frequently encounter occur during the rest of the day when the light is most direct and the weather is bright and sunny. Generally, such conditions don't make for very interesting photographs. Relative to lighting, what we want most happens least, and what we want least happens most. That's just the way it is.

This shot was made from the shore of the lower of the two Green River Lakes nestled in the Wind River Mountains of Wyoming. The first time I visited this area I was totally unprepared for the scene that came into view after I parked the car and walked to the shore of the lake. Boom! There sat Square Top Mountain in the distance. This photo isn't the most dramatic I've seen; but it captures what hits you in the face the first time you see it, which is typically on a bright, sunny summer day. To my eye, coming upon Square Top Mountain for the first time affected me in the same way as coming up to the Grand Canyon does. In the presence of such natural majesty, one loses all sense of space and distance. It's like looking at a huge painting. It is truly magical.

Click here to see the other photos from my 100 Photos project.

(Nikon FA manual focus body with a Nikkor 28.8mm f 2.8 lens; Fuji Velvia 50 film. I'm guessing this was taken around 1:00 p.m.)

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

100 Photos Project--image #2 and #3



Nearly thirty years ago my in-laws lived in this apartment building close to downtown Salt Lake City, UT. Back then, their balcony overlooked a dreadful parking lot. Now, as parking lots go, it was fine. It's just that it was a parking lot--black, hot in the summer, flat and snowy in the winter. It wasn't much to look at.

Then, around ten years ago, or so, the Mormon Church converted that parking lot into a beautiful park, City Creek Park. I don't remember if they donated the property to Salt Lake City or if they held on to it. Either way, the results are spectacular. One evening my wife, son, and I spent an evening in the area. I found the new park very appealing. It is a very welcome change of pace from the bustle of a busy downtown area.

You can link to my Smugmug account here or click on the title above.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

100 Photos Project--image #1


In 1970, when I was a senior in high school, I loved music and bought a used 1969 Martin D-18 guitar for a whopping $375. It was a very good guitar. In fact, I was a little embarrassed owning a guitar like that because it implied I could play as well as the Martin name indicated. Only a good guitar player would have a Martin, right? In truth I wasn't very good at all. The sad thing was, besides selling it in a fit of madness, I never took the time to really develop my playing to correspond with the inherent capabilities of a Martin. I never developed my technical skills, nor did I find my musical voice.

I'm in a somewhat similar situation now. I love photography, and, over time, I've purchased a bunch of world-class photography equipment. The difference between music and photography, however, is at least now I get some positive feedback from my pictures. That never happened with my guitar playing (let alone my singing). To avoid making the same mistake twice of not developing both my technique and artistic voice, I'm taking on a project:

Over the coming months, I'm going to FINISH 100 photographs. Finished means an image is printed on good paper, matted and ready for show or sale, and it is posted on my blog, along with a short writeup of some kind. So look forward to what's on the way. I do because I have no idea where this will lead.

Click HERE to see another site where you'll find my work for this 100 Photos Project all in one place.

Now for the description of this photo: The two girls were sitting on top of KSOP's remote trailer at Liberty Park during the Pioneer Day celebration in Salt Lake City. The young man hopped up to join them. I got the idea he didn't know the girls very well if at all, which is reflected in the body language of the girl in shorts sitting next to him. This is a visual image of a young buck on the move.You should be able to click on the photo to enlarge it.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Die Verwandlung *



On the left is my son Tommy at four years of age. On the right is Tom, USMC. Yes, it's the same guy. On the left is a bright, bubbly, fun-loving little boy. On the right is NOT a hard-edged jarhead, although the photo seems to reveal such. Actually, Tom Krause, Jr., USMC is a very level, clear-headed man. If anything, this recent photo reveals a man who is very refined, with more refinement to come. As his older brother James says here, we are, indeed, very proud of Tom.

* The Metamorphosis

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Back To Film

I've recently "returned" to shooting film. Does that mean I have ditched digital? Not at all. I love digital. But there is something about film. I have an almost organic connection to things analog. I guess I have to acknowledge that, as a living, breathing, blood-pumping being, I am analog, too. Besides, I like to fiddle with things physical. In the realm of cameras and all the junk that goes along with them, I often like to just twiddle with the buttons and knobs. I'm a gadget guy; what can I say?

The medium of film fits in my analog world and being. There's something very satisfying about physically loading a fine camera with a roll of film. There is something mystifying yet understandable about that strip of plastic with a photosensitive emulsion coating one side. Yeah, I get the concept of SD and CF digital cards, in that all you have to do is poke one into the camera and, voila, you have a thousand potential pictures available. But film is, for me, a true wonder. It is still a marvel to me that you can get all that magic out of a strip of coated plastic. Somehow I fully expect to get magic out of a digital thingie. Anyway, long live glorious film. And bring on all the digital wizardry--it's wonderful, too.

I've come to embrace the notion that analog and digital are merely two different, yet related, photographic media. Neither is better than the other. They're different just as egg tempera painting is different from watercolor. Remember, too, that 99% of all the great and earth-shaking photos you admire were taken using film and a camera far less advanced than that tiny digital point and shoot you carry around in your pocket or purse.

No one probably cares, but here is an interesting blog entry that I found addressing the subject of film vs. digital:

THE ZEN OF FILM VS. DIGITAL GRATIFICATION
April 10, 2009, 12:19 pm
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“Mulling it over, I couldn’t articulate it fully but definitely, I knew I had become lazy, really lazy. A spectacular sloth by the standards of shooting film. Film is hard. Film is a stone cold unforgiving killing bastard. Film is once in a lifetime, no excuses. F8 and really, really be there: ready, steady, in focus, correct exposure, and pressing the shutter in synch with life.”


THE LURE OF DIGITAL

Throughout the 1980’s I covered a lot of football, some of it without a motor drive or auto exposure and all of it manually follow-focusing with big glass. Various manufacturers would show up on the sidelines with different versions of digital cameras to try, always promising (or threatening) the same refrain: “In five years you guys will all be shooting digital!” Everyone would laugh and roll their eyes at this ridiculous idea.

It took more than five years, but by 1999 with the introduction of the Nikon D1 I was shooting both film and digital. Five years later, fully two thirds of my work was digital. Now with the D3X and D700 it’s 99 percent digital. The main reason for this shift is simply that the quality of the files is just so fantastic now that I can’t justify the expense of film for most projects. I’m not too precious about my tools; for me it’s all about the image and whatever gets the job done. We are at a point now with the quality of digital where I can make a digital print from a digital capture and show veteran photographers prints they cannot tell are digital. And that brings the discussion back to the eye of the shooter and the content of the images; the camera is irrelevant.

Yet despite this technical advance, lately I’ve been looking hard at what this means for me as a photographer and how I see. Of course I miss film and the traditions I grew up with. Until recently I had been shooting Tri-x almost every day since I was 10 years old so it’s not a small thing to change. I’ve been questioning if what I’m missing about film and film cameras is more than sentimental. I wondered if the differences between the working methods of using film and using digital were more than physical and what the implications might be if so. And bear in mind, I’m looking at this as someone who lives for capturing moments. This led me to do a serious shoot on a personal project with only film. And that experience led me to a revelation that is changing how I shoot digital, for the better. More on that in a moment.

It was at the Super Bowl in 1982 that I first laid hands on a digital camera. It was an experimental prototype Nikon was working on. They let me shoot a frame or two. At the time, I thought the whole idea insane. I remember it being very slow and heavy. I vaguely remember you could fire a frame every few minutes and it had a maximum shutter speed of 1/90th of a second or similar. It was unworkable for sports unless you planned to just shoot peak action, waiting for the athlete to reach the apex of a leap in the air for example. This reminded me of the old guys I knew at my first newspaper who started their careers shooting sports with a 4×5 Speed Graphic. One gentleman in particular–Zeke–looked over my shoulder one day and saw the film I was getting ready to soup from an assignment. I knew Zeke had covered the invasion of Normandy, incredibly, with a Speed Graphic. He took a drag on his cigar and leaned over and shouted “Six rolls! We could have covered World War II in 2 f*****g frames; one for the battle scene, one for the generals shaking hands!”

As the digital revolution unfolded through the 80’s and 90’s and all things analog were being converted to bits I was covering the engineers in Silicon Valley making the breakthroughs. It was clear they were going to change the world and I was very interested in the story more than the technology itself. My background was traditional and seriously analog. I was all about silver and the rituals of the darkroom. Staying up all night printing with MIles Davis on and a bottle of tequila was a necessity. I never imagined that digital capture and output would replace film and silver gelatin paper in my own work. But my curiosity about what the engineers were developing and my proximity led me to experiment early with digital scanners and printers. In 1983 I was transmitting photos to USA Today from forest fires in Yosemite with a steamer trunk size “portable” Scitex scanner. I bought a Mac in December of 1984 and was cruising the early internet immediately through primitive modems. In 1989 I co-produced the first published photography book with digital separations using a beta version of Photoshop. I made one of the first– if not the first– portfolios using a dye-sublimation printer from SuperMac. After three months of hard printing that beast, tweaking the color and density, I put the prints in an “archival” portfolio and by morning all the prints were blank. The ink molecules had migrated to the plastic pages. This is why we call it the “bleeding” edge of new technology. There are dozens of other experiments and beta tests I did with all the latest hardware and software, yet through it all I still never believed it would replace film or wet printing. Never. And that is exactly what happened.

THE ZEN OF FILM

So who cares anymore? Digital is king now. I for one do care, immensely, about the differences between film and digital. Why? I want to make great photographs, that’s why. I still dream every day of trying to make something meaningful that will stand up to time. And I started to get this slow realization that digital was making me lazy. Lazy, as in the opposite of what’s required to be great. No need to really worry about exposure, or to focus or anything. Just point and shoot–a monkey could do it! No need to think at all. This is so seductive and easy to rationalize. You tell yourself, “My eyes are getting bad” or “The auto everything makes me faster” and so on.

I started to worry that with digital I might be losing my edge. Yes, I was making images that I could be proud of and giddy with the instant gratification of seeing the image on the camera’s LCD. But what if I was in fact losing ground? What if I would get so slow and lazy I would miss the picture of a lifetime, the one I’m waiting for every day?

Mulling it over, I couldn’t articulate it fully but definitely, I knew I had become lazy, really lazy. A spectacular sloth by the standards of shooting film. Film is hard. Film is a stone cold unforgiving killing bastard. Film is once in a lifetime, no excuses. F8 and really, really be there: ready, steady, in focus, correct exposure, and pressing the shutter in synch with life.

To test this seemingly irrational fear, I decided to shoot a new project using film and manual settings. It turned out to be incredibly difficult at first, like giving up hotel mini-bars difficult. Like running up a sand dune blindfolded while trying to thread a needle difficult. But some things you don’t forget and after a day or so my mind razored up and I noticed I was again unconsciously adjusting f stops and pre-focusing while I was raising a camera in anticipation of a moment, just like in the old days. Soon these mechanical procedures happened automatically, unconsciously, naturally and in so doing I was changing. I was much more aware of light and therefore of the unforgiving nature of the film. I was bending my brain back into a film mindset. I could feel the difference and started to grasp the outline of a theory.

With digital, so much can be saved. Not only do you have the LCD to alert you to whether you got the shot, to adjust exposure and composition, but you can back it up via wireless, double memory card slots, downloading right there onto hard drives and so forth. The processing is much safer overall and risk of losing the image goes way down. Sure we get the odd electrical storm inside a memory card, but this is insignificant compared with film dangers.

With film, so much is at risk. You are never, ever sure you got the shot until you process the film, and depending where you are in the world and your assignment this could be days or weeks, or in the case of my old friend Frans Lanting, months! You learn to be psychic and to live in denial. You are denying your burning desire to see what you got. And sometimes when you think you sort of missed the shot but are not quite sure, you can deny it for the time being and move on, hopeful yet ignorant. (Contrarily, with digital you will know you missed the greatest shot of your life right then and there, thus inducing plans for suicide, and casting a pall of depression over your shoot.)

With film, not only might the exposure be off, but the processing is fraught with peril. Even if you process yourself mistakes can happen, it’s chemistry for Christ’s sake– and even the best labs have the rare but deadly disasters. Just protecting the film from the shoot to the lab is sometimes a minefield of stress and worry. Try getting a hand check at Heathrow security sometime. The rolls of film are like uncut diamonds, objects that simply cannot be replaced. You sweat, you bleed, you age until it’s safe.

The state of mind required to shoot film is one of heightened, intense concentration and analogous to the mindset required for Zen meditation. It’s pure zen in fact. You are truly living in the moment, electric with anticipation, open to life unfolding before you.

The state of mind when shooting digital is more relaxed, more easily distracted. It’s more like everyday life, nothing that special is required. Especially if you are in fact trained as a photographer and have some skills. The camera does leverage your abilities, no doubt. But while you have your head down checking the LCD guess what? You just missed your pulitzer. That LCD is crack. You just can’t get enough. We all want instant gratification and here you have it. Bliss. Yet the act of constantly checking the back of the camera is taking your head out of the game. You gain a useful bit of knowledge but at what cost? I know it also can save time we used to spend covering our asses with brackets and snip tests and whatnot but if it’s moments in time you are after, I now believe it’s the disciplined Zen mindset you need.

So my theory is simple: there is something really important, perhaps magical, about the fact that film is so unforgiving that it creates a special mindfulness in the photographer, which in turn increases the chances of making great pictures.

Is that a big breakthrough? For me it was a bolt of lightening. I’d slid down into the warm tub of digital complacency and lost discipline and needed correction. Yet I really love my digital cameras for all the practical reasons listed above and so I figured out a compromise. It has not been easy, but it’s all about limiting my use of the LCD. I try to never look at the devil LCD and I often will put the camera on manual exposure or manual focus to keep those neural pathways oiled. I’m not fully going back to the complete mechanical world, but by creating a limit on the LCD I put my mind back in the moment, open and thinking, ready for that shot of a lifetime.


Saturday, March 28, 2009

Important Obituary

Chester, 15, passed away peacefully in the morning of Saturday, March 28, 2009. For the Krauses he was a most loyal friend and the best animal companion the family has ever had. Patrick Krause, especially, has never known a time without him, being only three when Chester joined the family. Around Labor Day of 1994 a neighbor of the Krauses asked Yvonne if she would like a puppy. Yvonne brought him home for a 'visit.' Within hours Tom purchased a dog bowel and collar, thus sealing Chester's place in the family. The family was hooked. Immediately, the naming process began. At first Oswald seemed to fit, then Oscar because he looked like Oscar the Grouch. Finally, John suggested ManCHESTER because the pup looked like a man (although some say he looked more like an Ewok). That was it! The shortened 'Chester' became his moniker.

The Krause Men give special thanks to Yvonne who patiently worked with Chester to help him finally grasp the concept of being house broken. It took some three months. And in his final days, it was Yvonne who gently tended to his increasingly evident medical needs and gave him tender hospice care over the past two weeks. Chester is survived by Gracie, the family's grand-cat, and Katie the Black Lab.

Chester will be missed by both extended family and friends who have graced the Krause home with their presence over the last 15 years. Our little friend who smelled like cheese was always there. Oddly, Chester has been one of the most rock-solid constants for the Krause Family since 1994. He will be missed.








Thursday, February 26, 2009

Sigh

In a past post I mentioned my Yashica Electro 35 rangefinder camera, which, by the way, I picked up on eBay for twenty-five bucks. What's a rangefinder camera? Well, for some technogeeks, a rangefinder camera is an old fashioned paperweight. These cameras represent technology that is at least 50 years old. Criminey, they use--dare I say it--FILM! They are obsolete, for crying out loud. Horrors!

Well, old is new, and old is cool. I just acquired a brand spanking new Voigtlander Bessa R3A, a made-in-Japan camera that rivals the Leica M7 rangefinder, which is, in my opinion, the undisputed world standard for rangefinders. I love the immediacy of digital, but this analog machine is way fun!

A fully manual camera really feels like a tool in your hands, rather than just a fancy gadget. Most of what I do will probably always be in digital, but retro is a dream. When I started taking pictures in a more serious way 35 years ago, everything was pretty much NOT automatic like now. Using a not-fully-automatic camera forces one to creatively understand (among other things) the use of depth of field, hyperfocal distance, and the three-way relationship between film speed, f-stops and shutter speeds. You have to think to use one of these babies; the camera does not do the thinking for you. It can be a challenge, but that's part of the magic.


Saturday, February 21, 2009

I Went To Church Today

I went to the Cathedral of the Madeleine this afternoon. I took pictures with the intention of presenting them in black and white. (Click on the photos to enlarge.)






























Sunday, February 1, 2009

A James-esque List


Today, 1 February 2009, is my son, James', birthday. I could reminisce about the day he was born--how it was way cloudy and rather cold; how I was a manager of a 7-11 in Provo, Utah; how I remember walking across the parking lot to the car so I could check up on said 7-11 store and thinking what a babe that baby's mom was (we have a baby!?). Yeah, I could do all that kind of stuff. Instead, I thought I would make a list as an homage to the lists he frequently makes on his blog (his blog and one of his lists is here). I'm sitting in my bedroom right now. James was born 31 years ago today. Hmmm, let's see now. What are some of the technologies I can see right from where I'm sitting that weren't even thought of back in 1978?

1. Apple iMac 24" computer
2. Nikon F5 (that puppy came into being and went 'obsolete' within James' lifetime.)
3. Nikon D300 Digital camera
4. Pioneer CD carousel player--made nearly obsolete by . . .
5. Apple 120 gigabite iPod
6. Lamp with one of those screw-in, flourescent light bulbs
7. Bose bookcase speakers
8. HP C4280 Photosmart all-in-one printer, for which new ink costs nearly as much as the printer did.
9. Epson Stylus Pro 3880 printer
10. Epson 4490 scanner
11. Nikon D200 camera body
12. Nikon D70 camera body
13. Nikon FA camera body (some might call it an artifact from the 80's, but I love it)
14. Nikon 24-70mm AFS f2.8 lens
15. Nikon 80-200mm AF f2.8 lens
16. A book case full of books that weren't written yet
17. An RCA DVD player
18. A Sharp VHS player (technically VHS players were around, but they cost hundreds of dollars. This one cost around $60, and now VHS players are doorstops.)
19. Motorola digital cable box
20. A pad of PostIt notes
21. A ScanDisk memory card reader
22. A Seagate 1 Terabite external hard drive
23. A 350 gigabite Acomdata external hard drive
24. A 2 gigabite USB drive
25. An photo-album style three-ring binder full of CDs that I have downloaded to the computer and now listen to on the iPod, rendering obsolete the CD player listed above.
26. A Fellowes paper shredder.

I'm done. I seem to have fallen into the trap I heard Frank Zappa intone once in an interview:

"Americans work longer and longer hours to earn more and more money so they can buy s**t they don't need."

How true, Frank. Also within eyesight, not 10 inches from the hands that are typing this right now, lies a Yashica Electro 35 GSN rangefinder camera, circa 1977--one of the only things within my reach that may have been physically in existence the day James was born.

I could be as good a photographer using that camera alone as I could ever be using all the other crap I have. Come on, Electro 35, let's stuff you up with a roll of Fuji Velvia and take a hike to see what we can see together (the grist, perhaps, for a future post?).


Oh, and Happy Birthday, James. You've done yourself, Aimee, your children, your brothers, and even your old, dottering parents proud.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Exciting News!

More details as they come available.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Huh!?

I have a student this year who is quite a trip. He has autism, which isn't all that unusual at the school where I teach students with severe disabilities. Yes, he has autism, but he has something else. Most days he talks and talks and talks, and none of it really makes any sense. His sentences are usually grammatically correct, but . . . wow! 

One day, in the space of an hour or so, I wrote down verbatim some of the things he said. Sometimes there is a semblance of continuity in his speech, but not really. Imagine a kid, sitting at a table rocking back and forth, talking non-stop to no one in particular in a stream-of-conscious sort of way, shooting off sentences one right after another. Oh, and one other thing--read this fast in a monotone voice to get the full effect:

It's not up there if you can't get it down.

Heavenly Father is on the Earth today.

There's no graveyards here.

It's a hassle being crazy all the time.

A little girl is chasing off that butterfly over there.

If the pepperoni sticks are gone, you're nuts.

Grandpa's underwater, so shut up.

What's in the temple? Closets? Grandpa's in the closet.

I don't want a donut this weekend.

I opened the ducks.

That's a hot potato, man--burning, freezing.

Why are we playing hockey with the donuts in it?

He wants a red donut, already.

The clouds in the sky are speaking spanish.

Don't say bad words because Jesus and Heavenly Father will call your dad.

It's a fire drill out there.

Yogurt is full of nuts this weekend.

Jesus is in Heaven in bed.

A hippopotamus and an elephant are at the fire drill.

Boil like an egg.

It's bad to scream like that.

If you bite down on your ankle, it's going to get worse.

It's going to stop an ankle so bad.

I'm a mother, that's what I heard, so shut the hell up.

Talk dopey, dopey, dopey.

Jumping off is going to f*ck up your day.

There comes fishies. They're going to bite us.

We got baptized in the temple in Park City with Grandpa in Kanosh [a town in south-central Utah].

Jafar is autistic.



Well, there it is--about an hour's worth of chatter. It's all in a day's work.