The Streets Are Paved With Photos

Something strange afoot … Raúl Cañibano’s Habana, 2023.

 

I came across a wonderful little piece in the Guardian the other about a photographer whom I’d never heard of before, but on looking at his work I was completely enthralled. The photographer is Raúl Cañibano from Cuba. His work falls into the categories of humanism and surrealism and follows in the traditions of Henri Cartier-Bresson, Elliot Erwitt, Walker Evans, Josef Koudelka and Sebastião Salgado. It is wonderful stuff and I would urge you to have a look at his work and maybe buy his books.

This genre of photography is one that for a number years I really wanted to practice without much success. There is this assumption that it is very easy – all you have to do is walk around and point your camera at everything you see and you’ll end up with “art”. It takes a great deal of dedication, patience and an eye that can spot “a significant moment in the continuous flux of life and captures it in a fraction of a second”. (p 104 Badger, G. 2007 “The Genius of Photography – how photography has changed our lives” Quadrille Publishing Ltd, London). Or to put it another way that nanosecond when all the individual elements of a photograph come together to create meaning. For years I have wanted to take a certain photograph that for me epitomises this ethos. I can see the image in my minds eye, but, I can never manage to make it happen. It is a simple concept but it has eluded me.

 

Durbar Square by Paul Amyes on 500px.com
Walking through the feeding pidgeons in Durbar Square Kathmandu. Olympus OM4 with Sigma 75-210 lens, Kodak Ektachrome 100.

 

The idea is that a person walks into a large flock of pigeons that are feeding on the ground and as they do the birds take flight and we have a photo of a person surrounded by a swirling mass of birds.  As I said it is a very simple concept and not original in any shape or form. The occurrence happens frequently yet I just can’t nail it. The best attempt so far is one that I took in Nepal in 1987 (yes it’s been going on that long!). It’s an OK shot on one level, but it is really too cluttered to work. Fast forward to Monday and I was in Perth walking through Forest Place where there was a flock of pigeons feeding on the ground. Suddenly alert to the possibilities I caught out of the corner of my eye a small boy running around in that state of hyper excitement that only small boys can have. I immediately thought that at last it is finally going to happen. So as the little lad approached the birds I quickly framed up and set an appropriate aperture and shutter speed and waited for the decisive moment of the child scattering the flock and them taking flight around him. I could just see the finished photograph. So what happened? Well the little lad did indeed run among the pigeons and they just didn’t react. The whole episode was a tremendous anticlimax. Maybe one day it will happen.

 

The Kid Among The Pigeons
The Kid Among The Pigeons. Forest Place, Perth, Western Australia. Canon 5d with Canon EF 50mm f1.8 ii.

Street Photography

Children on a school visit to Tiananmen Square.

 

I have a long and complicated relationship with street photography and I want to try and articulate that here. Wikipedia defines street photography as “photography conducted for art or enquiry that features unmediated chance encounters and random incidents within public spaces”. It does not have to  have people as the subject matter, but most of it does. The history of street photography is really tied to the technology of photography – once cameras and film became portable and quick to use then people started taking photos of the things that were happening around them. The genre really started in the inter war period, but it was the end of the Second World War that really kick started it. World War Two had seen death and destruction carried out on an enormous industrial scale – the methods of modern mass production lines had been used to exterminate millions of people. The American-Luxenbourgish photographer Edward Steichen, who at the time was the director of photography at the Museum of Modern Art (MOMA) in New York, decided to curate an exhibition based upon the universality of the human experience as a counter to the war. Dorothea Lange, a leading light in photographic reportage, assisted Steichen in his project and on January 16, 1953 she sent out a recruitment letter to photographers asking them to “show Man to Man across the world. Here we hope to reveal by visual images Man’s dreams and aspirations, his strength, his despair under evil. If photography can bring these things to life, this exhibition will be created in a spirit of passionate and devoted faith in Man.”. In all 273 photographers from 68 countries contributed 503 photos. The exhibition opened at MOMA on January 24 1955 and then went on to tour the world for eight years making stops in thirty-seven countries on six continents. More than 9 million people viewed the exhibit, which is still in excess of the largest audience for any photographic exhibition since. The book from the exhibition has never been out of print and has sold more than 4 million copies. The impact was colossal – it exposed people to the idea of looking at photos of people doing the things that make us human and encouraged them to make their own photos.

 

Studio 798 East meets west. Coke and tagging in Beijing.

 

Topiary at the Pavillion Gardens Cafe, Brighton.

 

When I look at my bookshelves the bulk of them are of street photography. Ever since I saw the exhibition Another Country by Chris Killip and Graham Smith in 1985 I wanted to try and produce work that showed that ordinary people and things are important. So I started buying books by people such as Henri Cartier-Bresson, Robert Doisneau, Elliott Erwitt, and Robert Frank. At the same time I started loitering on streets with a camera trying to summon up the courage to take pictures of strangers. I’ve referred to this previously as having delusions of Bresson. In the 1980’s photography was expensive – every shot cost money – and this meant that I had to ration my picture taking to 2 or 3 rolls of film a month which meant that progression was a very slow process. Digital changed that and you could go out for the day and take hundreds of photos and get instant feedback on how they looked. It was a fantastic time to be a street photographer and the result is that there was another explosion of interest in the genre as millions of people world wide embraced it as a life style. 

 

Getting in touch with his inner Elvis on Brighton Beach.

 

Goofing around with the camera in the Perth Cultural Precinct.

 

Things began to sour for me in 2007. After 9/11 the world was gripped with paranoia and virtually every country in the western world started bringing in counter terrorism legislation which meant every police officer and every security guard saw anyone carrying a camera as a potential terrorist. Some were OK and were polite and friendly. Some just over reached themselves and saw themselves as judge jury and executioner. In 2007 I went back to England as my father was dying. A few days after he died I wanted to go out and do something creative. Now the town we’re from attracts tourists from all over the world and so you’d think it would be safe to wander around taking photos. Well no and I had an extremely unpleasant encounter with a police officer who was convinced I was Osama Bin Laden scoping out the local shops for a potential suicide bombing. After threats of violence against my person he dragged me off to the police station and proceeded to threaten me some more for another couple of hours. It was only when I started asking the desk sergeant to see the Australian consul that things started to improve and I was eventually released and told to get on the next available plane. So that started to make me wary of taking photos out in public. The next year, 2008, Australia was gripped by the Bill Henson scandal and suddenly every photographer was not just a potential terrorist but also a paedophile. I attended the Earth From Above exhibition by Yann Arthus-Bertrand some of which was held outside in Perth’s Cultural Precinct. I took some photos of people interacting with the exhibits outside and while doing so I was accosted by a women who accused me of being a paedophile which led to an unpleasant encounter with the police. So with that I decided to hang up my rangefinder and 35mm lens and concentrate on subjects that weren’t people. But it wasn’t just the problems with the police it was also the fact that at this time I also felt that the world’s culture was beginning to change – it was becoming more homogeneous and it was difficult to see any difference in photos. The final straw was the ubiquity of the mobile phone. Everyone seems to walk around staring at this thing they carry. The little spontaneous connections and reactions have now disappeared as everyone just stares at the screen on their mobile phone. I’m not the only person who feels this way. Joel Meyerowitz the doyen of New York street photography said in an interview with the Guardian newspaper “In the 60s and 70s you could look at my street photographs and trace lines from the eyes of people connecting with other people’s eyes, setting up these force fields.” Of now he says “Nobody’s looking at each other. Everybody’s glued to their phones…The street has lost its savour.” Meyerowitz has now largely given up on it and concentrates on still life.

 

Young lovers walk arm in arm through Northbridge in Perth, Western Australia.

 

Palm Sunday walk for justice for refugees. Perth, Western Australia.

 

 

So what is my relationship with street photography now? Well I’m not buying the books or looking at other peoples work, but I am starting to re-engage. By any stretch of the imagination it is not my oeuvre anymore, but it is something I quite like to do when I’m in Perth and got a couple of hours to fill. I stay well clear of the police and make sure that no children are in the shot and I make sure I wander around looking like a tourist.

 

Busking in Elizabeth Street Mall, Hobart.

 

Water playground in Forest Place, Perth, Western Australia.

 

First Contact , Elizabeth Quay in Perth, is a five metre tall artwork by Nyoongar artist Laurel Nannup. The work depicts the arrival of European settlers to Perth. As the European boats arrived, the local Nyoongar people believed that these ships, were their past ancestors returning from the sea.

 

Sometimes you need help with taking your selfie.

 

Fortress England – smile you’re on CCTV. Chichester West Sussex.

Looking Up

Looking Up by Paul Amyes on 500px.com
Looking Up. Perth, Western Australia. Olympus Pen EP-5 with an Olympus M.Zuiko Digital 45mm f/1.8. Exposure: 1/100, f8 ISO 500

I don’t go into Perth very often and when I do I’m constantly aware of the changes that have taken place. I spotted this the last time I was there. The undercover parking of a new hotel has a mirrored ceiling. I thought it was only a certain type of short stay hotels that had mirrored ceilings and they didn’t extend to the car parking. Perhaps it is catering to some sort of car fetish?

Bicycle Race

The Victorian era was a time of incredible innovation and some of the inventions and processes are still practiced in their original form. In the field of photography despite the march of technology some photographers like Sally Mann and Robb Kendrick use antiquated processes in a modern context to express themselves. Well besides my interest in all things photographic I am also interested in cycling. A little after I migrated to Australia I heard about the Australian National Penny Farthing Championships which are held at the historic Tasmanian town of Evandale and I put on the bucket list of things to see. Well the other week I noticed in the upcoming events column of the Mercury newspaper that the races were on and I just had to go. The whole idea that anyone wants to race, let alone ride, a penny farthing is to me totally mad while at the same time seems a perfectly logical steampunk  activity.

Evandale is a pretty colonial era town just south of Launceston in the north of Tasmania. Every year in February, since 1983, the town puts on The Evandale Village Fair in conjunction with the penny farthing championship. This means that the town is a bustling hive of activity that attracts visitors not only from all over Tasmania but also from the Big Island, also known as the Australian Mainland.The fair has market stalls, live musical entertainment, Morris Dancing, vintage cars, costume parades and even a genuine old-time Punch and Judy show.

That's The Way To Do It
That’s The Way To Do It

But there is no doubt, the star attraction is the penny farthing racing which attracts riders from all over Australia.The event lasts a weekend with the Saturday hosting the main short course events that are held on a course in the township itself. On the Sunday the longer distance races are held, including the Century Ride, which is a penny farthing tradition that goes back to the 1880’s, which is a 162 Km race or 100 miles. Totally bonkers!!

Shadow
Shadow

 

It's All A Bit of a Blur
The bikes maybe old-fashioned but the riders can certainly shift while on the 1 mile 91.6 Km) course. Evandale National Penny Farthing Championship.

 

Nice Moustache
Having a perfectly groomed handlebar moustache is a requirement for the successful penny farthing racer. 2015 Evandale Village Fair and national penny farthing championship. Tasmania, Australia.

 

The details for next years event has already been posted on the website. If you want a fun, action packed and unusual day out then go to Evandale in February 2016.

 

The Man In Black
The Man In Black

As always clicking on an image will take you through to my online store.

Regular readers are aware that I my blogs have musical references to them and so here is the pop video for this entry.

 

Messing About In Boats.

“What?” cried the Rat, open-mouthed: “Never been in a—you never—well I—what have you been doing, then?””Is it so nice as all that?” asked the Mole shyly, though he was quite prepared to believe it as he leant back in his seat and surveyed the cushions, the oars, the rowlocks, and all the fascinating fittings, and felt the boat sway lightly under him.

“Nice? It’s the only thing,” said the Water Rat solemnly as he leant forward for his stroke. “Believe me, my young friend, there is nothing—absolute nothing—half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats. Simply messing,” he went on dreamily: “messing—about—in—boats; messing—”

“Look ahead, Rat!” cried the Mole suddenly.

It was too late. The boat struck the bank full tilt. The dreamer, the joyous oarsman, lay on his back at the bottom of the boat, his heels in the air.

“—about in boats—or with boats,” the Rat went on composedly, picking himself up with a pleasant laugh. “In or out of ’em, it doesn’t matter. Nothing seems really to matter, that’s the charm of it. Whether you get away, or whether you don’t; whether you arrive at your destination or whether you reach somewhere else, or whether you never get anywhere at all, you’re always busy, and you never do anything in particular; and when you’ve done it there’s always something else to do, and you can do it if you like, but you’d much better not. Look here! If you’ve really nothing else on hand this morning, supposing we drop down the river together, and have a long day of it?”

Wind In The Willows, Chapter 1 by Kenneth Grahame

2015 Australian Wooden Boat Festival Hobart
The MyState Australian Wooden Boat Festival is held every two years and Hobart’s historic waterfront comes alive with the colour and excitement of Australia’s rich maritime culture and history.
2015 Australian Wooden Boat Festival Hobart
There were hundreds of wooden boats, from magnificent tall ships to classic sailboats, rugged working boats to superbly detailed models.
Madoc, Hobart
The Madoc is a Fenwick Williams “Annie”. The MyState Australian Wooden Boat Festival is the largest wooden boat festival in the Southern Hemisphere .
2015 Australian Wooden Boat Festival Hobart
2015 Australian Wooden Boat Festival Hobart
Hop The Wag
Hop The Wag is an old English saying which means to play truant.
The Black Pearl
Captain Jack Sparrow has docked and gone walkabout at 2015 Australian Wooden Boat Festival in Hobart.
Hanging From The Yard Arm
Hanging From The Yard Arm. The captain of the Lahara deals with pirates very seriously as pirate Ted found out.
Tasmanian Gilbert & Sulivan Society
The Tasmanian Gilbert and Sulivan Society get all swash buckling at The Elizabeth Street Pier.
Tasmanian Gilbert & Sulivan Society
A Member of the Tasmanian Gilbert & Sulivan Society at the Elizabeth Street Jetty.
Ride the prancing ponies
The much-loved 1880 Steam Carousel was whirling all weekend in the Princes Wharf Forecourt.
Single-oar sculling
Single-oar sculling is the process of propelling a watercraft by moving a single, stern-mounted oar from side to side while changing the angle of the blade so as to generate forward thrust on both strokes.

#climatechange

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It’s been a busy time at Paul Amyes Photography (PAP) Towers. I attended the Hobart, Tasmania Climate Change rally at MOMA this afternoon and then rushed back to the secret bunker “toute suite” to process and upload the images to be part of the global event that will culminate in United Nations Climate Summit in New York, where it is hoped that United Nations secretary-general Ban Ki-moon can talk some sense into our numskull leaders that the time to do something is now. Although Australia’s PM is in New York he has stated that he will not be attending as he has gone on public record as declaring climate change as “bullshit”, but this is probably because Rupert Murdoch, large multi-national mining companies and several prominent Australian billionaires have made up his mind for him. Hopefully the summit will be a success and the current government will have external pressure brought to bear.

It was a good turn out and everyone was in a happy and positive frame of mind despite the seriousness of the issue. It certainly wasn’t a “rent a crowd” gathering as our politicians and the Murdoch controlled media so often choose to call such gatherings. There was a broad range of social groups represented from kids to pensioners who were united in their concern at what is happening to the Earth that we live on.

 

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Very Colourful

Perth Red Dress Run
In March 2008 Perth hosted the Interhash Red Dress Run. The Hash House Harriers are a running club with branches all over the world. In fact they describe themselves as more of a drinking club with a running problem.

 

Last weeks blog post was a bit unintentionally monochromatic. Although I like working in black and white I am I feel more of a colour photographer. In a previous post I mentioned it was Fujichrome RD50 and its successor that really turned me onto colour. To be honest though I’m not sure that I like many of us use colour effectively when we make our photographs. Colours are very powerful communicators and they have spawned their own fields of academia colour psychology and colour symbolism. Colour symbolism refers to the use of colour throughout a culture and is studied by anthropologists. Colour Psychology refers to investigating the effect of colour on human behaviour. The results are mainly anecdotal and the study generally falls under the heading of a pseudo-science and is regarded as a New Age phenomenon. Both terms are used to express the use of colour in a historical and cultural context. Cross cultural diversity may make interpretation difficult i.e.

  • In Western Cultures white has signified purity, virginity and wisdom. It is the colour worn at weddings. In Asia white is associated with death and is the colour worn traditionally at funerals.
  • In Western Culture pink is seen as feminine and wholesome, but in Japan pink is the colour associated with pornography.

Perth Red Dress RunHere is a brief run down of what various colours mean giving both the positive and negative connotations.

Grey 

  • positive attributes are security, reliability, elegance, humility, respect, reverence, subtlety, wisdom and old age
  • negative attributes are anachronism, depression, boredom, decay, decrepitude, dullness, pollution

Black

  • positive : intelligence, modernity, power, sophistication, formality, elegance, wealth, style
  • negative: evil, death, fear, rebellion, anarchy, sorrow, mourning

Red

  • positive: passion, strength, energy, fire, love, sex, excitement, speed, heat, ambition, leadership, masculinity, power
  • negative: arrogance, danger, blood, war, anger, rebellion, revolution, aggression, the devil. Red can have the physiological response of increasing blood pressure and respiration and it stimulates hunger which is why many fast food chains use the colour in their logos and decor.

Blue

  • positive: male, productive, peace, unity, tranquility, calmness, trust, coolness, confidence, loyalty, dependability, cleanliness
  • negative: winter, depression, emotional coldness, obscenity, tackiness, sadness, aloofness

Green

  • positive: great intelligence, nature, spring, fertility, youth, environmental, wealth, money, good luck, vigour, generosity
  • negative: jealousy, disgrace, illness, corruption

Yellow

  • positive: sunlight, joy, happiness, optimism, idealism, summer, hope, liberalism, femininity, gladness
  • negative: cowardice, illness, fear, hazardous, dishonesty, avarice, weakness, fear, greed

Purple

  • positive: nobility, sensuality, spirituality, creativity, royalty, ceremonial, mystery, enlightenment
  • negative: arrogance, flamboyance, gaudiness, profanity, exaggeration, confusion, pride

Orange

  • positive: happiness, balance, heat, fire, enthusiasm, playfulness, autumn
  • positive: over emotional, warning, danger, arrogance, aggression

Brown

  • positive: calm, depth, natural, nature, rusticism, stability, traditional, earth
  • negative: anachronistic, fascism, boorishness, dirt, feces, dullness, filth, heaviness, poverty, roughness

Perth Red Dress Run

This is only the tip of the iceberg, but it gives enough clues as to why some of my photos may appeal more to viewers than others. People love sunsets because of the reds, yellows and orange hues, although a bit of a photographic cliché they make people feel warm, happy, positive, and hopeful. Seascapes are popular too with the various shades of blue denoting calmness, peace, tranquility, refreshment and confidence.
Perth Red Dress Run
The photos accompanying this entry are of the 2008 Perth Inter Hash. The Inter Hash is an event organised by the Hash House Harriers, a club for drinkers who have a running problem. I went into Perth not knowing that this event was happening but as I crossed the concourse from the rail station into Forest Chase I could see all these people dressed in red and so I decided to follow them on their opening parade as they walked through the Perth CBD. The intensity of the light mixed with the brilliant reds made for a very compelling sight. The faintly ridiculous nature of the costumes over powered any of the negative symbolism of the colour and just highlighted the positive ones.

Perth Red Dress Run

Perth Red Dress Run

 

Perth Red Dress Run

Perth Red Dress Run

 

Certainly when looking at making a photo in the future I’m going to try to pay more attention to the colour element and use that in the composition.

Salamanca Markets

More Tales from Tasmania

Salamanca Busker

 

Salamanca Place – this row of old colonial warehouses are the remnant of Hobart’s whaling history and were built in the 1830’s. The area was originally called the Cottage Green, but after the Duke of Wellington defeated 40,000 French men in forty minutes at the Battle of Salamanca in 1812 it was renamed in a fit of patriotic pride. Wellington was very popular in Hobart, he also gave his name to the mountain. As usual with anything historic or cultural in Australia the area fell into disuse and ruin and things stayed that way until the 1970’s when the penny dropped and someone realized that if the place was regenerated it might bring in some money. By the 1990’s the old quarry site behind the warehouse was also developed into a sheltered public square with shops and cafe and now the whole area is really the cultural and social area for tourists and locals alike.

Cary Lewincamp’s pitch at the Salamanca Market in Hobart.

 

In 1972 the town council thought that a Saturday market in Salamanca place would be just great. So the first market opened with just 12 stalls. Today there are some 300 stalls and it is reckoned that the market attracts 25,000-40,000 visitors every Saturday. The first stalls were granted on a temporary first come first served basis but now the permanent stallholders can pay up to $100,000 AUD for their occupancy rights.

 

Rainbow Headbands by Paul Amyes on 500px.com

Rainbow headbands on a stall in Salamanca Markets.

 

Stuffed by Paul Amyes on 500px.com
Stuffed. Souvenir plushies. Salamanca Market, Hobart.

 

The stalls now sell hippyware, tourist tack, fruit and veg, craft ware, art, secondhand clothes and all manner of other stuff most of which is exorbitantly priced, but with leases going for so much they’ve got to make a living somehow. To add to all this there is whole host of enthusiastic and energetic buskers who make up for a lack of talent with volume of sound. If all this sounds as if I’m down on the place, I’m actually not because what all this means is that the market is a Mecca for people watchers. Never mind the weather, its on every Saturday. As the saying goes “Be there or be square.”.

 

Legs by Paul Amyes on 500px.com

Legs. Colourful hosiery on sale at the weekly market in Salamanca Place.

Retina Ripping Colour


Mexican Glass by Paul Amyes on 500px.com
Mexican Glass – Fremantle, Western Australia.

Wandering around with some time to kill is always a good excuse to do some photography. Photography gives me the perfect pretext for being nosey and I love roaming down alleys and back streets just in the hope of finding something interesting. I was attracted to this scene because of the big slabs of intense colour. The greens of the wall really made the blue of the rubbish bins vibrate and pulse, and the red accents of the bin lids really set the whole scene off.

 

We have become so familiar with colour photography that we don’t realise how powerful colour can be so visceral that it’s like being punched in the guts. I first became fully aware of this when I saw some photos of a bull-fight by Ernst Haas and now whenever I think of bull fighting those images are so indelibly etched on brain they come to mind immediately and bring up the raw emotions I felt when I first saw them. At this time I was shooting black and white film because that is what serious photographers did and I really didn’t make the connection between what I was doing photographically and what Haas was doing. Shortly after I started subscribing to the English magazine Creative Camera and that introduced me to the work of American photographer Pete Turner. That had the profound effect of making me buy bucket loads of Kodachrome and Fujichrome 50 RD – the precursor to Fujichrome Velvia.

 

Nederlandse Fiets – typical Dutch bicycles chained up against a wall in Amsterdam.

 

My earliest successful purely colour photograph was taken while on honeymoon in Amsterdam in January 1986. I can still remember taking it as if it were yesterday. Shortly after a trip to Santorini in Greece and the discovery of polarizing filters and I was completely hooked. When we moved to Australia I found the intensity of the light could make your eyes hurt while looking at certain colours and that’s when I coined the phrase “retina ripper”.