In 1952, pianist David Tudor stepped on stage to perform composer John Cage’s latest work, 4’33”. He sat at the piano, closed the lid over the keyboard and, for the next 4 minutes and 33 seconds, played absolutely nothing.
The point of this — John Cage’s most notorious composition — was to illustrate that ambient sounds are also music, and that we need only listen to the world around us.
The same could be said for photographs. Each and every second, in each and every geographic location, there are thousands of photographs left untaken. Maybe no one had a camera. Maybe there were cameras, but no one observed. Maybe everyone was too busy chimping photos on their LCD to notice the new possibilities flashing before them. It’s a philosophical avenue worth exploring, but it’s not the reason I’ve decided to emulate Mr. Cage and publish a photography article without any photographs.
Rather, this article is unadorned to illustrate a different point — that online images are poor approximations of photographs. They are, in fact, fauxtographs.
Obviously, uploading fauxtographs to the internet enables photographers to disseminate their images to a wider audience than does an individual print or gallery show. That’s a good thing. But too many photographers use video imaging as the final medium, rather than an interim one. And that’s not a good thing.
It disheartens me to talk with other photographers and discover how few have bothered to make real and true prints of their images. But in a world where live music is on life support, and many have experienced songs only via an mp3 file squeezed through tiny earbuds, I shouldn’t be surprised.
For several years now, camera companies have been selling the notion that digital quality has surpassed film quality. And that’s true — if by “quality” they mean “resolution.” The resolution fad has been in full swing for over a decade, closely aligned with its partner-in-crime, the “sharpness” compulsion. I swear, if I read one more lens review in which the writer trots out the tired old “so sharp I almost cut myself” cliché, I might just be inclined to grab a razor and do exactly that.
OK, so resolution and sharpness are trendy. I get it. But what I don’t get is the fact that the very medium now used to display and distribute photographs — the internet — is completely unequipped to realize the benefit of all this resolution.
What good are 20+ megapixels if your final product displays only 540,000 of them? Today’s cameras record 40 times more image detail than today’s typical 900 x 600 fauxtograph displays. Sure it’s good to have some extra pixels to shove around during post-processing — but 40 times as many? Sure it’s nice to have a little elbow room in case you need to crop an image — but 40 times as much? The curious reality is, with so little resolution displayed in web-based fauxtographs, photographers would actually benefit more from improvements in tonality and dynamic range (the benefits of film) than they would from megapixels.
Up until last year, these stones I cast would have shattered all the windows in my glass house. Having abandoned wet printing over a decade ago, I rarely bothered to print my digital photos. It was wrong. And I knew it was wrong every time I looked at a quality print. At its best, an image displayed on an LCD might reach out and slap you. But the best printed images do more — they caress you. They pull you in and hold your attention. They invite you to explore their deepest blacks and delight over their delicate highlights.
If you read these words and think to yourself “that dude is high,” then you probably haven’t spent much time examining quality photographic prints. They simply captivate in a way that a video monitor cannot. Somewhere down the road, when retinal display technology becomes the norm, the situation will change. But for now, there is simply no comparison.
That’s why I finally stopped dabbling with occasional printing, got serious, and purchased an Epson 3880 last year. Even though the bulk of my prints are only 6″ x 9″, they display a luxuriousness that far exceeds any fauxtograph I ever bothered to post on the web. Tiny details leap forth, shapes form within shadows and the image takes on a third dimension — depth. This also explains why there are no photographs with this article. It’s impossible to illustrate how much better a printed photograph looks next to a web-based photo when this article is, itself, web-based.
Unless you print your photos, you haven’t done them justice. It’s fine to post fauxtographs on the web, but if you’re serious about your photography, then there’s absolutely nothing that will delight and dazzle like a quality, pigment-based, inkjet print — except, maybe, a silver halide print. But that’s another can of worms to be opened on another day.
This article (along with many of its associated comments) first appeared May 23, 2011 in my f/Egor column for the Leica Camera Blog.
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Following the sequence of events outlined in Part 1, I arrived home with my unexpected camera purchase. I pulled a roll of Tri-X from the refrigerator and, while waiting for the film to reach room temperature, began to carefully examine and clean the Widelux F7. The camera appeared to be in excellent condition, though it would likely have required some serious abuse for it not to be. If today’s typical SLR is a Toyota Camry and a Leica M-series is a Porsche 911, then the Widelux is an M4 Sherman tank — it’s bulletproof in construction, utilitarian in design, and features a prominent rotating turret.
I removed the film back, sat it on the table and peered into the camera’s interior. The foam light seal that surrounds the opening was definitely showing its age. I touched it lightly with a Q-tip, which stuck to the foam like glue. When I pulled the Q-tip away, a thick strand of black sticky molasses came with it. The foam had turned to tar. I knew this would be a lengthy cleaning operation, so I ignored it for now — I was anxious to start checking the mechanical function of the camera.
I raised the spring-loaded rewind knob, dropped the chilly cartridge of Tri-X into the well, and released the knob to lock the cartridge in place. Out of habit, I snatched an inch or two of Tri-X from the roll and stretched it across the back of the camera. I froze in mid-snatch — totally unsure of what to do next. This may be a 35mm film camera, but this is no ordinary 35mm film transport. In a typical camera, the film stretches across a rectangular opening, and is held flat against that opening by a pressure plate on the back of the camera. The Widelux has no rectangular opening over which to stretch the film. It has no pressure plate. Rather, the film must be threaded across a cylindrical surface, and it’s held tightly against this surface by a couple of pressure rollers. By the time I figured out that the film needed to exit the cartridge, go underneath the first pressure roller, around the cylinder, under a second pressure roller, over the sprocket gears, under/around the take-up spool and beneath a nearly invisible clip, my Tri-X had reached room temperature.
After figuring out how to load the camera, I uncovered a second problem: there is another foam light seal that presses against the second pressure roller, and it too had turned to tar. As the film advanced through the camera, it slid across the foam — picking up sticky black tar deposits on its surface. I unloaded the camera, gathered additional cleaning supplies, and quickly scraped away enough goo to allow the film to pass under the pressure roller without touching what was once intended to be a light seal.
I reloaded the film, attached the back cover and cranked the Widelux’s film transport until it stopped. The film counter pointed to a tick mark halfway between “0” and “1.” I fired the shutter, cranked the advance knob again, and this time the counter stopped at “1.” I walked out on the streets, ready and excited to start shooting some of the most contextually compelling street photos ever seen by mankind…
Immediately, several things became apparent: First, a 120 degree horizontal field of view is a lot of frame to fill with compelling imagery. Second, the camera offers only a paucity of exposure options. And third, a Widelux is not nearly as inconspicuous as I’d hoped. I’ll address these in reverse order.
Psychology of a Widelux
As evident in the following photo, the Widelux does not look exactly like a normal camera. Sure it’s a rectangle, and the fact that it’s wider than it is tall means it’s still less conspicuous than my Yashica-Mat TLR. But the Widelux sports a kind of industrial Art Deco look not seen on today’s Canons, Nikons, Sonys or Panasonics. It’s eye catching and, as such, catches eyes on the street. By itself, that wouldn’t make the camera overly conspicuous. But what happens is that once the camera captures the eye, it holds onto it.
Recently, I watched “The Science of Babies” on The National Geographic channel. The documentary contained a segment in which scientists theorize that infants can actually perform simple math. Since babies can’t talk or communicate, how can scientists know this? They know by watching the infant’s eyes. Specifically, when a baby sees something that doesn’t make sense, they stare at it for a long time. When something makes sense, their attention immediately shifts to something else. In this test, the baby watched a scientist place a new toy on a table. The scientist then placed a barrier directly in front of the toy to hide it from the baby. In full sight of the baby, they then placed a second toy behind the barrier. When the scientist lifted the barrier, the baby saw two toys. Makes sense, right? 1 + 1 = 2. The baby quickly gets bored and looks around at other things in the room. But then the scientist tosses in a bit of trickery — with the barrier blocking the baby’s view of the first toy, the scientist visibly adds a second toy while secretly removing the first one. When they lift the barrier, the baby sees only one toy rather than the expected two toys. 1 + 1 = 1? That doesn’t make sense, and the baby stares intently at the toy for an extended period of time. Similarly, with the barrier blocking the baby’s view of the first toy, the scientist visibly adds a second toy while secretly adding a third toy behind the barrier. The scientist lifts the board and the baby stares with rapt attention. 1 + 1 = 3? Impossible!
What does this have to do with my Widelux F7? Well, aside from confirming many people’s suspicion that photographers are a bunch of big babies, it explains what happens when I carry my Widelux down the street. Like a shiny toy, its retro-cool appearance attracts the eye of every passerby. Normally, people’s brains would simply say “camera” and their eyes would begin looking elsewhere. But when they look at a Widelux, they immediately see something “wrong” — there’s no visible lens. Right smack in the middle of the camera, where one expects to see a horizontally oriented cylinder protruding, they see a vertical cylinder. It’s like saying “1 + 1 = 3” — it doesn’t compute. And, as a result, people’s gazes remain fixed on the camera. I have seen more double-takes in the month I’ve been carrying the Widelux than I’ve seen in my previous zillion months on this planet. The Widelux is not an invisible camera. Nor is the Widelux all that quiet, since it makes a sort of “whirring” sound as the lens rotates across the field of view. But none of this should imply that the Widelux is incapable of being “stealthy.” After all, the camera captures a 120 degree horizontal field of view. This means you can point the camera in one direction, and anything or anyone standing beside you is going to be in the shot. And as I soon discovered, if I don’t observe a careful handholding technique, even my own fingers are likely to make the occasional cameo appearance in photographs.
At this point, I suspect I’m probably getting ahead of myself. If you’ve never seen or used a swing lens camera, I’ve likely just raised more questions than I’ve answered. So let’s take a step back, and study the anatomy of a Widelux.
Anatomy of a Widelux
The Widelux is about as simple as can be. Look at the top of the camera as shown in the previous photo. From left-to-right we see the film advance knob, with the shutter release immediately to its right. Right of the shutter release and toward the back of the camera is a bubble level. Centered over the Widelux logo, nearest the camera’s front, is the aperture dial. Behind it, and slightly to its right is the shutter speed dial. Right of this is the viewfinder and right of the viewfinder, on the extreme right edge of the camera, is the film rewind knob.
That’s it. No light meter. No focusing control. Nothing. Just that crazy vertically oriented cylinder that sits right smack where the lens should be.
Of course there is a lens there, and it’s a darn nice 26mm lens at that. It’s just that, when you look directly at the front of the camera, you can’t see it. That’s because the lens isn’t pointing straight ahead, but off to the side — exactly in the direction of the arrow marked on the camera’s top. The lens peeks through a little vertical slit cut into the vertical tube. When you press the shutter release, the tube, slit, and lens all rotate across the front of the camera.
Half of this vertical tube is visible in front of the camera, while the other half is hidden inside the camera body. It’s the hidden half of this tube that the film wraps around. As the lens and its corresponding slit rotate around the front of the camera, a much narrower internal slit rotates across the film surface, exposing it sequentially from one edge to the other.
In theory, this isn’t much different than what happens when you take multiple photos and stitch them into a panorama. In that situation, you rotate the camera around the lens’ nodal point and take numerous photos, which you then stitch together in software. With the Widelux, rather than making the photographer manually rotate the camera around the nodal point, the camera rotates the lens. And rather than exposing the scene on sequential frames, the Widelux exposes the scene sequentially from edge-to-edge within the same, extra-wide frame. The result is, with fast shutter speeds, the lens rotates so quickly across the arc that you essentially create an automatically stitched panorama of a “single moment” in time. But in reality, whatever you see on the left edge of the frame actually occurred a split second before whatever you see on the right edge of the frame. As I’ll discuss later, this can yield some interesting artifacts.
As evidenced by its lack of a focus control, the Widelux’s 26mm lens is set to a fixed focus distance. Unfortunately, the internet (being the internet) offers up several conflicting “expert” opinions on exactly what that distance might be. Ultimately, for those times I need to shoot at f/2.8, I’ll need to figure this out. But for narrower apertures, it’s a non issue — everything is in focus. The only remaining anatomical oddity I haven’t yet discussed is the bubble level. And, believe it or not, this is actually much more important than the viewfinder!
Obviously, the Widelux is not your normal camera.
Shooting with a Widelux
It may not be “normal,” but the Widelux is a very giving camera. It gives you wide negatives, it gives you curious looks from strangers and, just when you think you’ve come to grips with all its eccentricities, it gives you new ones. Case in point? How about the aperture and shutter dials? These seem innocent enough, until you actually read the numbers on them. There are only three shutter speeds, 1/15s, 1/125s, and 1/250s. It’s certainly not an inspiring array of choice, but the problem is tempered somewhat by the continuously variable aperture. But that, too, is fraught with eccentricity. Specifically, while the aperture opens to a very generous f/2.8 on the fast end, it closes to only f/11 on the slow end. Yes, you read correctly — f/11!
I’ll wait while you work through the math…
… that’s right! With a not-so-fast “fast” shutter of only 1/250s and a minimum aperture of only f/11, even ISO 100 film might sometimes overexpose on a sunny summer day. But should you venture indoors, you’ll find yourself facing the opposite problem — a not-so-slow shutter speed that will now result in underexposure.
How can anyone possibly work with a camera that has such a narrow exposure width? Three words: “neutral density filters.” For me, the best way to use this camera in a multitude of different lighting situations is to use ISO 400 film. This makes it possible to shoot indoors or in poor lighting conditions, but would obviously overexpose everything by 2-3 stops on a sunny day. That’s why Widelux cameras come with a little case full of filters — one of which is a 2-stop Neutral Density filter. Pop that on the lens, and you’re now able to shoot as if you had 100 speed film in the camera. Granted, even that might not be enough under the sunniest of conditions, but that’s where the wide exposure latitude of film rescues us again!
I’ll wait once more while you look at the previous photo showing the camera lens hiding behind a narrow slit, then try to work out the logistics of putting a filter on it…
… that’s OK. It took me a little while too. The fact is, it’s just like that “Science of Babies” documentary all over again. Human babies are born into this world much more helpless than those of other species. The reason for this is that we have such big heads. If we were born when we were “ready,” we’d never get our giant heads through the birth cavity. As it is, a newborn’s head is already larger than the pelvic opening through which it must pass — much like a Widelux lens filter is larger than the slot in front of the lens. To be born, the baby must undergo a complex sequence of maneuvers in order twist and convolute its head through the narrow passage — again, much like a Widelux lens filter. One inserts the Widelux filter into the narrow slot by first angling it in one direction then, when it’s part way in, twisting and rotating it in the opposite direction. The filter sits flat against the front of the lens, but doesn’t attach to it. Rather, the little handle with which you insert and retrieve the filter has edges that are folded over to form a sort of “groove.” This groove then slides onto a tiny metal flange that sits near the top of the slit on the tube. It’s a wacky design and, on my camera, I found there was a bit too much “slop” on some of the handle grooves to hold the filter firmly in front of the lens. A few minutes with some needle nosed pliers solved this problem. So exposure is quirky, but thanks to the latitude of film and a pocket full of neutral density filters, it isn’t an insurmountable problem.
Since we’re already talking about mathematics and geometry, this might be a good time to mention another Widelux eccentricity — the semi-circular film surface. While most cameras have a fixed shutter that opens to expose the entire film surface at once, the swing lens has a slit that rotates across a curved film plane, exposing it sequentially. Because everything is circular — the lens motion and the film surface — the Widelux renders horizontal lines in a bowed manner. Of course, this is exactly why the Widelux doesn’t distort or stretch objects placed near the edge of the frame, which was my primary reason for choosing this camera in the first place! Because the circular motion occurs horizontally, vertical lines remain straight (unlike a fisheye, which bows everything).
On a psychological level, we as humans can easily absorb this sort of distortion and rectify it visually, like with the photo above. However, the distortion becomes much harder to digest when the camera is tilted. Once this happens, vertical lines begin to converge, and different parts of the horizon bow by different amounts — effectively freaking out the brain (like a fisheye lens). Photographers may, of course, use this sort of distortion as an effect like I’ve done in the photo below. But in ‘normal’ situations, you’ll be much happier with your resulting photos if you keep the camera as level as possible.
This explains the importance of the bubble level on top the camera. Earlier, I made the seemingly insane statement that the bubble level was even more important than the viewfinder. This is true not just because camera tilt creates such extreme distortions, but because the viewfinder on this camera is essentially useless. The viewfinder is, at best, an approximation of what the lens will photograph. I haven’t had the camera long enough to waste a roll of film on ‘scientific’ testing, but my seat-of the-pants estimate is that the viewfinder doesn’t display nearly the same height as the camera captures, nor does it display the same width. Parallax errors are extreme, and a big chunk of the right-most viewfinder view is blocked by the rotating turret. I’ve found it much easier to take photographs with this camera at chest level, rather than eye level. The arrows on the lens turret show me just how much width I’ll be capturing, and my calculator tells me that this 26mm lens will capture a 50 degree vertical angle of view, which I’ve simply learned to estimate. Basically, my rule of thumb is this: The Widelux captures everything within the absolute horizontal and vertical limits of human peripheral vision. If you can see it — even just barely — without turning or lifting your head, it’s probably going to be in frame.
Surely that’s it for the eccentricities, right? Not on your life! Earlier, I discussed how the camera exposes a frame sequentially — through a slit that moves from the left of the scene to the right. For this reason, even though you’re capturing the entire scene on a single frame with a single press of the shutter, events shown at the left of the frame happened slightly before those on the right. Thus, photographing with a Widelux introduces another dimension into photography — time.
As I write this, my Widelux is loaded with a fresh new roll of film. Because of this, I can’t run any actual timing tests, so make sure to salt everything I’m about to tell you. At the 1/250 shutter speed, it takes much less than a second for the lens to swing across the front of the camera. Maybe even less than a half a second. I don’t know, I’m not a human stopwatch — but it’s fast. Using the 1/250 shutter speed, I really don’t worry too much about motion in front of the camera. 1/250 is fast enough to freeze action, and the short time required to expose the entire frame is small enough that the left and right halves of the frame will remain in context. When the shutter is set to 1/125, it takes about a second to sweep (and thus expose) the entire frame. This can result in some interesting artifacts — particularly if an object is moving either with or against the rotation of the lens. For example, if someone took 1 second to run from left-to-right across the front of the lens, their image would fill the entire 120 degree width, making them look extremely fat! If, instead someone ran from right-to-left across the front of the camera, they would appear much skinnier than they really are. This can also result in some interesting ghosting artifacts, where you’re sometimes able to ‘see through’ people due to the nature of movement and the sequential capturing of the frame. It can also make for some very interesting horizontal light smears. At 1/15, the lens takes an eternity to swing from one side of the camera to the other. I’ve never measured the time, but it must be at least 5 seconds, maybe more. This is an avenue I have yet to fully explore, but the possibilities are massive since it really lets you mess freely with the time/space continuum.
And speaking of time and space, both also become factors when dealing with Widelux negatives — specifically, the space occupied by the negative and the time it takes to scan it. The Widelux F7 produces a negative that’s 59mm x 24mm. That’s 64% wider than a standard 35mm negative, which means you get 21 exposures on a 36 exposure roll of film. It also means the negative isn’t going to fit some negative carriers that are designed specifically for a standard 36mm x 24mm image. In my case, I have two scanners — an Epson flatbed and a Plustek 7600i Ai 35mm film scanner. The negatives are easy to scan on my flatbed, since the carriers are width-agnostic. But I don’t much care for the quality of the Epson scans. The scans from my Plustek are beautiful, but the negative carrier has vertical bars spaced every 36mm. So scanning becomes a multistep, onerous prospect. I first scan all 21 exposures with the Epson flatbed, since it’s relatively quick and painless. In Lightroom, I then make my selects and rescan those with the Plustek. Because the Plustek’s scan width is limited to 36mm, I must scan each negative in two separate passes. I insert the negative in the carrier so the left side can be scanned. I set the desired scanner exposure levels based on that side of the image, then make a scan. I pull the carrier out of the Plustek, reposition the negative so the right side is visible, then scan it using the exact same exposure settings as the first scan. I then open both halves in Photoshop and stitch them together to recreate the single image. Is it a pain? You bet! I’ve asked Plustek to send me a second negative carrier, which I’ll modify by cutting away several of the vertical spacing bars. This will save me from performing one of the previous steps — repositioning the negative between scans. But even then, scanning Widelux negatives is always going to be a bigger pain than scanning regular 35mm film.
If you’re thoroughly sick of reading about Widelux eccentricities, I have some bad news — there’s more. Most swing lens cameras (the Widelux included) are fully mechanical devices. Because they expose a frame sequentially, from edge-to-edge over a length of time, they’re prone to a unique visual defect called “banding.” Essentially, if the lens rotates with absolute precision, then every “slice” of film is exposed equally. Over time, dirt or mechanical wear can diminish the smoothness with which the lens pans the scene. When this happens, you see subtle strips of light/dark regions across your photograph. That’s because, if the lens doesn’t sweep with a constant velocity, then different sections of film receive different exposures. Fortunately, banding issues can usually be fixed by a competent repairman. Often all that’s needed is a little cleaning and lubrication, and the camera’s good as new. When I purchased my Widelux, I fully expected it to have banding issues. I was quite happy and surprised to find none.
In fact, the only mechanical problem I’ve found with this particular Widelux F7 is the disintegrating foam. I have since removed all foam remnants from the camera, which I thought would result in numerous light leaks. But I’ve seen no evidence of any leaks, and the only ill effect I’ve seen from the missing foam is that the film back rattles a bit.
When I bought the camera, I had every intention of sending it off for a comprehensive CLA (which, for you digital users, is an acronym for “clean, lubricate, and adjust.”) But here’s the thing: the shutter speed and aperture both seem accurate; there are no banding issues; and light doesn’t leak into the camera (in spite of the missing foam light seals). Frankly, I can’t see any good reason to repair a camera that works perfectly.
The only remaining quirk I have yet to fully grasp is that 120 degree horizontal field of view. As a diehard street photographer, I’m always looking for “context.” The wider the lens and the greater the depth-of-field, the more “stuff” I can include in my frame. Though challenging, this can ultimately be quite rewarding since “context” is what helps photos tell a story.
In my simple little mind, I figured “the more context, the better the story.” What I didn’t really count on was exactly how much context could be contained within such a massive field of view. A 50mm lens might be perfectly suitable for photographing a subject doing something ‘interesting.’ But if a scene is interesting because of the juxtaposition between two subjects, you’ll want to use a wider lens to capture them both (and thus the context). But the fact is, it’s insanely difficult to find scenes in which an entire 120 degree arc provides visually compelling content. For example, if someone is doing something interesting in the center of the frame, and there’s context between them and something occurring 20 meters away toward the right of the frame, it’s highly unlikely that there will also be something contextually interesting occurring over on the left edge of the frame. For anyone wanting to use the Widelux for street photography, it’s not enough to be “good” — you’re going to have to be “lucky” as well. I have yet to stumble upon a street scene that was visually interesting from edge-to-edge. 120 degrees is just ridiculously wide. Even on a trip to Portland, where I happened upon a guy playing the longest didjeridoo I’d ever seen, I still wasn’t able to fill the width of the frame with him.
I have no doubt, as I continue to employ the Widelux on the street, that there will be rare occasions when the planets align and I get a photo with a full 120 degrees of context. I suspect, when this eventually happens, that these will become some of my favorite photos. But it hasn’t happened yet, and I don’t know when it will.
Even though I haven’t yet managed to take exactly the sort of photos I expected to take, I’m seeing the potential for all sorts of new photos that I want to take — photos I would never be able to achieve with a standard 35mm camera. I’ve had it for only a month, but the Widelux F7 has already become one of my all-time favorite cameras. It forces me to completely rethink the “rules” of composition. It forces me to be extra critical of exposure and, most importantly, it inspires me to take photos that would be completely impossible with any other type of camera. If I ever get on a boat with Gilligan and he tells me I can only take two cameras, the Widelux would be one of them.
This is a camera I’ll be keeping ’til the end. So if reading this article has made you want a Widelux of your very own, then I wish you the best of luck and the happiest of shooting experiences. However, if reading this makes you want my Widelux, you’ll need to attend my post-mortem estate sale to get it.
ABOUT THESE PHOTOS: All the panoramic photos in this article were taken with a Widelux F7, but with different film. Specifically, “Reflectivity vs Transparency,”“Under the St. James Bridge, Cathedral Park,”“9 Strings Per Listener” and “Didgeridooer, Portland OR” were shot on Delta 400 film exposed at ISO 400 and developed in Ilfotec DD-X. “My First Widelux Photo,”“Inside the Vancouver Public Library” and “Arcs Biennale and the Burrard Bridge” were shot on Tri-X film exposed at ISO 400 and developed in Ilfotec DD-X.
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Last year, I published an article called The Contextual Lens. It discussed how I work with wide-angle lenses and why I prefer to call them “contextual” lenses. With their extensive depth of field and wide angle of view, they enable me to frame my subject within the context of its environment, rather than isolating the subject from it.
For this reason, I find wide angle lenses particularly beneficial for street photography. They allow me to get close to my subject and become enveloped by the scene, rather than detached from it. Through my use of the wide angle lens, the viewer is transported into the scene, and I believe this is an important element in good street photography.
But like a junkie with a jones, I eventually found myself wanting more — more width, more depth of field, more context. Unfortunately, as any photographer knows, the wider the lens the harsher the penalties. With an ultra-wide lens, any object placed near either the left or right edge of the frame will suffer a tremendous amount of horizontal stretching. Quasi-spherical shapes (like human heads) will distort into miniature zeppelins, turning a potentially poignant street shot into a carnival funhouse mirror effect. The impact is quite pronounced with both my 21mm Leica and 15mm Voigtlander lenses so, when using these, I must be especially conscious of objects that lie near the edges of the frame.
Fisheye lenses provide one possible solution, since objects near the image borders retain their proper shapes. The tradeoff (and there is always a tradeoff), is that straight lines become curved and every image exhibits the classic fisheye “look.” Sure it’s fun — once or twice. But if you try and create an entire body of work using only the fisheye, your audience will grow bored and annoyed with your photos long before they finish viewing the collection. One can, of course, use software to “defish” a fisheye lens — converting it from a curvilinear lens to a rectilinear lens — but then we’re right back where we started, and objects near the edges are stretched out of shape.
My need was clear: I wanted more width, more depth, and more context.
My problem was defined: I couldn’t simply slap an even wider lens on a 35mm film or digital camera, because the distortion would counter any extra context I hoped to gain.
My solution was obvious: I would need to get a panoramic camera.
Exploring Dead Ends
Panoramic cameras (or rather, cameras designed to capture panoramic images) have been around for as long as photography itself. While the majority of people use these cameras for landscape and architectural work, long time readers know I don’t exactly swim in the big fat part of the statistical bell curve. Instead, I wanted to employ the panoramic camera hand-held and on the streets — where mobility, speed and timing are everything.
That’s why the modern digital solution to panoramic photography provided no solution at all. Modern panoramas are created from multiple shots, stitched together in software and output in the desired panoramic aspect ratio. The results can be gorgeous — if you’re photographing static subjects, like landscapes or architecture. I’m not. At least that’s not my primary intention. If I’m looking for some kind of contextual interaction between two subjects on opposite sides of a frame, there’s no way I’m going to capture that by taking multiple photos and stitching them together.
Because most photographers now employ the multiple shot stitching technique, there is very little market (just me and a few other oddballs), who would be served by a truly wide format sensor. That means, if I’m going to go panoramic, I’m going to need to go with film. Fortunately, I’m very comfortable switching between film and digital, and I let the demands of the image dictate which format I choose. In the case of single shot panoramic cameras, film has provided a multitude of solutions while digital has none.
Since my film exploits mostly revolve around 35mm, I started my search there. Standard 35mm film cameras produce a 36mm x 24mm negative. Inexpensive 35mm panoramic cameras are available, but they achieve their panoramic effect by masking the vertical dimension, giving you a negative closer to 36 x 14. This is useless for my needs since it addresses none of the issues with lens distortion, decreases the amount of usable imaging area, and performs nothing you couldn’t do with 1 second of computer time. Obviously, if I’m going to step up to panorama, I want to see a commensurate step in image quality. So I dismissed the consumer-grade option in far less time than it just took to explain why.
The best 35mm panoramic cameras all create a negative that retains the full 24mm vertical resolution, while increasing the negative’s width beyond the standard 36mm dimension. For example, the Hasselblad Xpan creates a 65mm x 24mm negative on 35mm film, essentially giving you the width of medium format with the height of 35mm.
Upon considering this, my first thought was “maybe I should just get a medium format panoramic camera?” My logic relied heavily on a single fact — my 35mm scanner, a Plustek 7600i Ai, is designed only for scanning standard 36 x 24 negatives. The whole reason I own the Plustek is that I was never satisfied with the 35mm scan quality that my Epson V600 flatbed delivered. “If I have to use the Epson,” I rationalized, “I might as well shoot medium format.” Alas, my research into medium format panoramic cameras ended almost as soon as it began — those things are huge, heavy and conspicuous. Something like, say, a Fuji GX617 with a 90mm lens weighs nearly 6 pounds and is nearly 1 foot wide. Still, I went to the bother to actually find and handle one. Whoah! I’d be less conspicuous shooting on the street with a toaster oven than with this camera — and the oven wouldn’t be nearly as unwieldy! That cinched it. Though I suspect, even if it hadn’t, the cost issues would have — 4 exposures per roll of 120 film is anathema to my inherent frugality wherever film is concerned.
So I resumed my Hasselblad Xpan research with fresh eyes and renewed vigor. The Xpan intrigued me. It handled well. It was fairly inconspicuous, it was compact (given its panoramic dimensions) and it featured a coupled rangefinder. I had only two reservations: the first seemed easily remedied; but the second did not.
My first reservation concerned the 45mm focal length lens that’s included with most Xpans. On that camera, this lens would deliver a 71 degree horizontal field of view — slightly narrower than the 73 degree field of view that a 24mm lens would give me on a standard 35mm camera. Although the Xpan’s aspect ratio is panoramic, a 71 degree horizontal field of view doesn’t exactly scream “wide angle!” Particularly not in comparison to either my 21mm or 15mm M-series lenses. Granted, the larger negative would likely result in higher image quality and I would expect to see less edge distortion, but I just didn’t seem to be gaining any additional “context,” which was my whole reason for exploring this avenue. Looking at Xpan photos on the web, I realized that all the images I liked weren’t shot with the standard 45mm lens — they were shot with a Hasselblad Xpan 30mm f/5.6 Aspherical lens. The 30mm gives a 94 degree horizontal field of view — roughly the same as a 17mm lens on a standard 35mm camera, but with (theoretically) less stretching and fewer zeppelin-headed people at the edges of the frame. Nirvana!
And this is where I ran into my second, but impenetrable reservation — price. I knew the Xpan was an expensive camera, but if it could deliver the sort of images I had in mind, I would finagle the budget accordingly. The problem is the cost of that gigantic 30mm f/5.6 Hasselblad lens. Specifically, it would demand the same kind of cash outlay as a Leica 50mm f/1.4 Summilux — a lens I’ve desired for eternity; a lens I would likely use constantly; a lens I’ve never been able to afford and will remain unable to afford for the foreseeable future. If donkeys could fly and several thousand $1 bills rained from the sky, I’d gather all those miracle dollars and buy the oft-desired Summilux to photograph those flying donkeys. Unless magic money could fall from the sky more than once, my Xpan plans were dead.
Swingers
Dejected, and with my hopes waning, I began to investigate swing lens cameras — in particular, the Russian Horizon models since they seemed to be the most readily available. I’ll admit I had a sort of unfounded and irrational bias against swing lens cameras, which kept me from considering the option until I’d exhausted all others.
But that’s the thing about bias — it’s usually based on ignorance and stupidity. Because the more I bothered to learn about swing lens cameras, the more intriguing they became.
For example, I generally prefer mechanical cameras. Score one for the swingers. The Xpan swallows up two CR2 batteries in order to power its autowinder and other assorted bits of electronic paraphernalia. Swing lens cameras? They work the way I like: Load ’em manually, eyeball the exposure, set the shutter and aperture, advance the film manually and, when you’re done with a roll, hand crank it back into the canister.
Also, I was initially hoping for something that would give me an even wider field of view (but with fewer zeppelin heads) than a 15mm lens on a Leica M body. After all, maximum context was my ultimate goal. Well, swing lens cameras capture an extremely wide field of view — much wider than any rectilinear wide angle lens that’s ever existed. And they will do this without stretching and distorting subjects placed near the edges of the frame.
My main concern was that, like a fisheye, the swing lens would simply replace one form of distortion (edge stretching) with an even more objectionable form (line bending). But here’s the thing: after looking at a lot of swing lens photos, I didn’t find the distortion all that objectionable. Unlike a fisheye, which bows every line in sight, the swing lens (if kept level) only bows the horizontal lines. Depending on what is photographed (and how), this can actually be a somewhat pleasing distortion. And, if you’re either lucky or skilled enough to shoot a subject without too many horizontal lines, you might not even be aware that the distortion exists.
And the best thing? I could buy several swing lens cameras for the price of one decent Hasselblad Xpan body, and could probably corner the swing lens market for the price of a single Hasselblad 30mm lens!
I’d managed to sell myself on the swing lens concept, but I still wasn’t sold on the Horizon. The old ones were inexpensive, but for every “good” one I read about someone buying, I read plenty of additional accounts of “bad” ones. The modern Horizons, which are now made mostly of plastic, scared me even more. It could be another case of irrational bias, but I just couldn’t see spending a decent chunk of money on a plastic camera.
I was stuck. I still desired an Xpan with a 30mm lens, but couldn’t afford one. I could mail order a Horizon, but I was concerned about build quality, and about ordering one sight unseen. “What I’d really like,” I thought, “is to find a nice classic Widelux.” So I kept delaying the Horizon purchase — hoping for a minor miracle. After all, I wasn’t looking for the sort of flying donkey/raining money miracle that an Xpan/30mm purchase would require…
After several weeks, I realized the futility of my procrastination and went to a local camera store to order a Horizon. I stood face-to-face with the sales associate, yet could not force myself to hand over the money. “I’m going to wander back into the used department while I think about it,” I said. And there, on a glass shelf surrounded by a dusty pile of old Hasselblad 500-series parts, sat a newly consigned Widelux F7. Bang! Done deal! Clutching my little miracle tightly against my chest, I waved to the sales associate as I made my way to the checkout counter. “I won’t be needing that Horizon,” I said.
I had no idea what kind of functional shape the Widelux was in. But I had a 30-day warranty period to find out. And, best of all, given its all-metal, all-mechanical construction, I knew any potential problems could be remedied by a decent camera repairman. My journey into the world of colossal context had begun.
(This article concludes in Part 2, which discusses the anatomy of the camera, its various eccentricities, and my ultimate delight with its unique view of the world around it).
ABOUT THESE PHOTOS: “A Watchful Eye” and “Grade A” were both shot with a Widelux F7 using Delta 400 film exposed at ISO 400 and developed in Ilfotec DD-X. “Skytrain Station – Coming and Going” was also shot with the Widelux, but using Tri-X film exposed at ISO 400 and developed in Ilfotec DD-X.
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A pessimist would suggest that I’m a painfully slow learner. An optimist would opine that I’m refreshingly open-minded. Both would draw their conclusion from the same exact occurrence — my conversion to rangefinder photography after 20 years of shooting SLRs. It’s now been over two years since this fateful switch and I’ve documented the process, experience and rationale several times on my ULTRAsomething site and for the Leica Camera Blog.
Both the pessimist and the optimist, in spite of their differing assessments of my personality, would likely agree on one thing: a rangefinder might be more suitable for my particular style of photography, but it won’t fully replace an SLR. Rangefinders aren’t intrinsically equipped for macro, shift or telephoto lenses and it was precisely for this reason that I held onto my Canon EOS system for as long as I did. However, last year when I realized my macro, tilt/shift and telephoto needs were all hovering around zero, the entire system went bye-bye on Craigslist. It netted me a nice little cash cushion.
I immediately applied a tiny chunk of that cushion to the purchase of a Panasonic DMC-GH2, whose purpose was to provide video capabilities, telephoto proficiency, a through-the-lens viewing option and digital backup to the Leica M9. I figured, with this combination, the only thing I’d miss was the ability to shoot concerts — and it’s not like I’m shooting many concerts these days.
My previous career as a music products designer enabled me to attend numerous musical performances and it was a fringe benefit that I both relished and appreciated. Over the years, as my involvement with music waned, so did my concert access. Consequently, I was quite pleased when my friend Debbie Shair, keyboardist for Heart, once again offered me tickets and a photo pass to their Vancouver show. My pleasure was mixed with a tiny bit of trepidation since I would have to work without an SLR — the go to camera for all my past concert photography forays. Instead, I would have to shoot this concert with a rangefinder. But, hey, the late, great Jim Marshall used a rangefinder and that didn’t keep him from being rock music’s greatest photographer.
I pumped my body full of caffeine in a feeble attempt to duplicate the effect of Mr. Marshall’s more potent stimulant of choice, then I hit the theater early to scope out possible photo positions. That’s when the real trouble began. Many venues rope off a little section in front of the stage for photographers, but not this one. Usually, when a venue doesn’t rope off a section for photographers, they’ll still allow us to crouch in front as long as we don’t block anyone’s view. “Not allowed,” said the theater staff — apparently failing to believe my claims of being a world class croucher.
I walked over to the far left of the stage — so far left that there was nothing behind me but an emergency exit and nothing in front of me except a few speaker columns piled upon the stage. From the floor, the speakers would block my view of the band, but if I were to climb up on stage, I’d be able to shoot over the speakers — safely out of view of the audience, and separated from the band by an impenetrable wall of transducers.
A surly looking security guard stood leaning against the emergency exit. I turned on the charm and asked if I might photograph from that location on stage. First he glared at me. Then he glared at the stack of speakers. Raising a walkie-talkie to his mouth, he pushed a button and muttered something about “one of those media types” wanting to photograph from behind the monitors. His radio responded with a burst of static, which he was somehow able to interpret as an answer. “No way,” he said. “You’ll have to stay in your seat.”
Undaunted, I walked to the far right of the stage, and began chatting up that flank’s much more amiable security guard. I answered a few questions about my “weird” camera, and politely asked if I might climb up on stage and photograph the band from behind the monitor pile. “I dunno, you’ll have to ask the boss,” he responded, nodding his head in the direction of the still scowling guard with whom I’d recently struck out.
Dejected, I plopped down in my fourth row center seat (thank you, Debbie). I realized that the only way I’d be able to shoot this concert would be from right here. Ugh.
I pulled a 90mm f/2.8 Elmarit lens from my bag and affixed it to the M9. It was the only lens that would let me peep between the heads in front of me. I popped a 50mm f/2 Summicron on the M6 TTL and slung both cameras around my neck. Immediately, ushers flocked to me like crows to roadkill. “Photo pass,” I said, pointing to the sticker on my chest. “Photo pass,” I said to the next. “Photo pass.”
The concert began, and all those ushers who were so concerned that I might block someone’s view were now willingly allowing the entire theater to rush the stage — thus insuring that everyone’s view was equally blocked. Unlike a certain considerate and conscientious photographer, Heart’s fans aren’t exactly prone to crouching when up against the stage. So instead of having three rows of seated people to shoot through, I now had seven rows of standing people separating me from the band.
The ushers, unfazed by the masses rushing the stage, returned their attention to me. “Photo pass,” I said, as one after another shined their flashlight at me or tapped me on the shoulder. “Photo pass,” I said, “I have a photo pass.”
What I find most curious is how a couple of old-school rangefinder cameras can attract so much attention. Every audience member to both my left and right had their cell phones raised, taking photographs. They went unmolested by theater staff. In front of me, I saw several people making video recordings of the concert. They too, were unscathed. Behind me, numerous compact enthusiast cameras snapped away. No problem. But me with my rangefinders? Problem. I’ll admit that I don’t quite understand why someone shooting stills with Ilford Delta 3200 black & white film is of greater concern to security personnel than someone capturing digital video and audio. Nor (as long as I’m on a rant) do I understand why none of these same audience members ever bother to photograph the opening act. Don’t these musicians deserve a little photo luvin’ too?
OK. I’ve calmed down. What was I writing about? Oh yeah — shooting concerts with a rangefinder. My trepidation melted almost instantly. The Leicas and I worked as one, just like we do on the streets. The cameras let me shoot what I want, how I want, when I want. Of particular benefit were the wide field of view (which allowed me to react to things happening outside the 90mm framelines), the lack of viewfinder blackout (which helped keep me in the moment), and the viewfinder’s infinite depth of field (which, when shooting wide open, really helps one survey the scene for shot options). In retrospect, the only thing I would have done differently would be to swap lenses — putting the 90 on the M6 and the 50 on the M9. The reason is dynamic range. Specifically, there’s a lot of it under concert lighting conditions and, since I’m always exposing manually, the extra exposure latitude of the black & white film would have saved a couple shots that blew the highlights in the M9. But, alas, we can’t go back in time — otherwise I’d probably reshoot all my past concerts with a rangefinder. Come to think of it, there are many things I’d do differently, but that’s definitely not a topic for the Leica Camera Blog…
ABOUT THESE PHOTOS: “Anticipation,”“Debbie Shair & Nancy Wilson of Heart,”“Nancy Wilson of Heart,”“Craig Bartock of Heart” and “Ann Wilson of Heart” were all photographed with a Leica M9 using a 90mm f/2.8 Elmarit-M lens. “Opening – Carmen Townsend” was shot with a Leica M6 TTL and a 50mm Summicron lens on Delta 3200 and developed in Ilfotec DD-X.
This article (along with many of its associated comments) first appeared April 6, 2011 in my f/Egor column for the Leica Camera Blog.
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“We’re doomed!” exclaimed the painters — scurrying about helter-skelter, tripping over easels and slipping comically in spilled paint as they ran for the hills. It was the mid-19th century, and the cause of all this commotion was a little thing called “photography.” Paul Delaroche, upon first seeing a daguerreotype, was said to declare that “from today, painting is dead.” The fear, of course, was that no one would ever want to purchase an inexact rendering of a particular subject when, instead, they could buy an exact one.
The popularity of this view was predicated on the supposition that paintings must be representational and realistic by nature. Salon painters bore the greatest burden of this belief because, for Mr. & Mrs. Joe Public, commissioning a photographic portrait was a cheaper, faster and more accurate alternative to having one’s portrait actually painted.
But those painters who believed their passion was less a technical endeavor than a creative one, rose to the challenge. They developed new styles and new models for painting that went far beyond the more literal desires of the salon painter. And so art and photography formed a sort of “truce.” Paintings became impressionist, cubist, surreal and abstract while photography was allowed to satisfy the more mundane documentary needs.
From this divide arose a rather interesting question — is photography actually “art?” Photography was framed and hung upon a wall. Was that enough? Unlike a painter, anyone with the financial means to purchase the necessary equipment, develop a basic knowledge of chemistry, and partake in some rudimentary training could become a photographer. With a barrier to entry so low, could photography really be called “art?”
In the early 20th century, it was that very ease of entry that lured many would-be painters and artists into photography. The new generation didn’t necessarily subscribe to the belief that photography must be purely representational. Photographers began to experiment with all manner of techniques, lenses, lighting, compositional tricks and darkroom manipulations to create images that bore no resemblance to simple literal portraits or landscapes. Like the little brother who didn’t know his place, photography was once again dabbling in the painter’s domain — challenging preconceived notions and developing bold new visions. Only now, photography wasn’t seen as a threat to painting, but an adjunct.
Photography had finally gained widespread acceptance as an actual art form. It had not replaced painting as many initially feared, but had instead found its own niche within the rarified air of the art gallery. Some even argue that the invention of photography reinvigorated painting and, in turn, painting’s daring new directions gave photography a cultural boost it might not ordinarily have seen.
While many photographers were striving for acceptance within the art community, there existed a ragtag group of adventurers, revolutionaries and raconteurs who saw an entirely different purpose for photography. They saw photography as a way to enlighten, educate and change perceptions. These were the photojournalists. To them, nothing could be more banal than a photograph taken specifically to hang upon a gallery wall. What would that accomplish? What could it change? Unlike the artists, photojournalists didn’t rebel against the “documentary” nature of photography — they ran with it. And there was no shortage of periodicals willing to run with them. This was the day of Paris-Match, Look, Life, Picture Post and others. For photojournalists, photography was not art. It was language — a new way to tell the stories of a rapidly changing world.
For one brief moment these disparate disciplines of painting, reporting, art and photography settled into a sort of uneasy equilibrium. It wouldn’t last for long.
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“We’re doomed!” exclaimed the photojournalists — scurrying about helter-skelter, tripping over a pile of Leicas and slipping comically in puddles of fixer as they ran for the hills. It was the mid-20th century, and the cause of all this commotion was a little thing called “television.”
René Burri, back in a hotel lobby after photographing a story for Paris-Match, was writing captions and packing up his film to send off. He glanced up at the television and saw that same story — his story — playing on the news. “Don’t watch this!” he shouted to those in the lobby, “You’ll see it in Paris-Match on Monday!” The fear, of course, was that no one would want to wait a week to look at a few representational photos from an event when, instead, they could watch the entire thing, like a motion picture, on the very day it unfolded.
The popularity of this view was predicated on the supposition that photojournalism is nothing more than a chronicling of events — a document of facts recorded without context or meaning. Straight news photographers, more than any others, likely suffered the burden of this belief. For Mr. & Mrs. Joe Public, it was easier to feed their eyes with TV images while they fed their bellies with TV dinners.
But those photojournalists who believed their passion was less a technical endeavor than a creative one, rose to the challenge. They sought greater insight and developed new ways to tell stories through photography. The best photojournalists realized they possessed a very important power — the power to freeze time. Their task was to find that one perfect image, expression or composition that could deliver the news, the commentary and the meaning all within a single captivating shot.
Paradoxically, the creativity of photojournalists only reinforced photography’s artistic provenance. No longer were galleries the sole domain of Man Ray, Moholy-Nagy or the f/64 group. They were being joined, in increasing numbers, by such documentary-style photographers as Cartier-Bresson, Frank and Friedlander. Surprisingly, an explosion in the number of amateur photographers helped further cement the notion that photography was art. By further democratizing photography, people gained appreciation for the dynamic visual impact of an Ansel Adams print when compared with their own vacation shots. They could plainly see that their holiday party portraits failed to glow with the chic cool of a Richard Avedon. To Mr. & Mrs. Joe Public, who owned a Kodak Instamatic and developed their film at the local pharmacy, good photography seemed like “magic” and the practitioners “artists.”
Photography had matured, and now ran the gamut from folk artists to fine artists. And for one brief moment all the various disparate photographic disciplines settled into a sort of uneasy equilibrium. It wouldn’t last for long.
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“We’re doomed!” exclaimed all the professional photographers (and not just the photojournalists) — scurrying about helter-skelter, tripping over tripods and slipping comically in pools of their own salty tears. It was the early-21st century, and the cause of all this commotion was a little thing called “digital.” Magazines and newspapers fell by the wayside in favor of television and the internet. Television channels multiplied like rabbits, all demanding more video content. Broadband technology replaced dial-up modems, further fuelling commercial demand for online video content. Galleries and museums fell prey to budget cuts and photos became something you viewed on a computer monitor, rather than in print.
In a blink of an eye, the technological distinctions that once separated professional photographers from amateurs disappeared. Not only did the family shutterbug gain access to the same tools and techniques that the professional photographer used, but he was also granted free admission to the latest and greatest trend in publishing: the internet.
Digital technology finally, fully and (some may say) fatally democratized photography. Gone was the need to learn the fine craft of retouching with bleach. Poof went the zen art of pre-visualization and the zone system. No longer must a photographer become a dexterous master of the shadow puppet — dodging and burning prints beneath the light of their enlargers. The family shutterbug needed only to point, click and upload. Software replaced knowledge. Launch an app, click a button, see an effect. Don’t like it? Try another! Experimenting with different photographic effects took seconds, not weeks. Like a photo? Push another button and order a print the size of a billboard. In the bourgeois mind of the democratized photographer, bigger always equals better.
All over the world, professional photographers are moaning like a bunch of 19th century painters. And for what? Because any amateur can now take a photo that’s the technical equivalent of a professional’s? Maybe that matters if, like the salon painters of yore, you believe technical accuracy equates with photographic quality. I don’t.
Perhaps our treatment of photography as an art has done it a great disservice. Art demands that the viewer appreciate the technique behind it. It calls attention to its technical merits. A good photograph should never do this. Rather, it should just be.
The photojournalists had it right — partially. Photography is indeed a language. But it’s not the sort that lends itself to a novel, a journal or even a short story — that’s the parlance of video. The language of photography is the language of the poet.
Like a poem, a still photo is succinct. Like a poem, it can say as much by what it doesn’t say as by what it does. Like a poem, there is metaphor. Like a poem, there is rhythm and there is nuance. Like a poem, there are layers, multiple meanings, passion and abstraction.
In 1951, Robert Frank told Life Magazine “When people look at my pictures I want them to feel the way they do when they want to read a line of a poem twice.” Frank had it figured.
Few things are as democratic as language. Most of mankind can communicate verbally and a substantial majority can communicate via the written word. But just because everyone can speak doesn’t mean everyone is a story teller. The fact most people can write doesn’t mean they’re all poets. So if everyone can now take sharp, contrasty, crisply focused photographs does that mean everyone is a photographer? Good photographs require more than technique. They require more than technical competence. They require vision. They require a way of seeing a greater whole and encapsulating it into a single photo — like a poet. Not every photograph is a poem — just those taken by poets.
Photography does not begin with sharpness and end with exaggerated micro contrast. Rather, it begins with exploration and it doesn’t end at all. Photography is not limited to a single type of poem. There are epic poems, romantic poems, elegies and odes. There are allegories, sonnets and classical poems. Some photographers cross genre. Others specialize. In my own photography, I often strive for a kind of beat poetry. I fear I come closer to limerick. But at least there’s rhythm.
It’s the same as the situation that faced painters 150 years ago — those photographers who view their work as a creative endeavor, rather than a technical one, will persevere. And what of those photographers who can’t imagine photographing their pet cat without the highest resolving, lowest noise sensor fronted with the sharpest, most distortion-free, fastest, highest contrast lens that money can buy? Let’s just say that no one has ever judged poetry by the quality of the pen that wrote it.
ABOUT THESE PHOTOS: “Hot and Fresh,”“Cigar Man” and “Cigarette Woman” were all shot with a Panasonic DMC-GH2 and a Voigtlander 15mm f/4.5 Super Wide Heliar lens. “Photographer’s Haute Couture” and “Parade – Anticipation of Youth” were shot with a Leica M9 and a Voigtlander 75mm f/2.5 Color-Heliar lens. “Parade – Apathy of Age” was shot with a Leica M9 and a Leica 28mm f/2 Summicron lens.
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What a year it’s been here at ULTRAsomething World Headquarters. First, I swapped the horse and buggy for one of those new-fangled automobile thingies. Then, in rather rapid succession, I ditched the transistor radio in favor of an iPod; threw out the old ‘rabbit ears’ antenna and replaced it with what the kids call “cable TV;” and fired poor Beatrice, whose adroit stenography skills enabled my dictated mumblings to be transcribed onto the world wide web. At ULTRAsomething, we believe in responding quickly and decisively to all necessary innovations.
So when all those social media types kept saying that ULTRAsomething should have a Facebook page, I was able to point smugly to the fact that I already owned numerous facebooks. I had, in fact, discovered their remarkable restorative powers years ago — how splaying them across one’s face would diminish a room’s ambient light, thus improving one’s napping efficiency and mental prowess.
But here’s the thing: “Facebook” means something completely different to these people! Although ULTRAsomething thrives on the leading edge of technology, we’re not ones to just blindly follow every fad that comes down the highway. We do our research. So I asked these social media people, “What will a Facebook page do for ULTRAsomething?”
“It will let people like you,” came the answer.
“But people already like us,” I responded.
“Yes, but this gives them a demonstrative means to show that they like you.”
“But people already show us they like us by visiting the ULTRAsomething web site.”
“Yes, but the people who like you have friends and associates who don’t know about you, so this is also a way for them to show other people that they like you.”
“Sounds like a pyramid scheme,” I replied.
And, with that, I chalked up another victory against banality. Frankly, I just couldn’t fathom how Facebook could benefit ULTRAsomething or its fans. Sure, every time I wrote a new article, I could notify my ‘fans’ on Facebook. But if someone was really my fan, they were already subscribed to the RSS feed.
Over the years, ULTRAsomething’s purpose has evolved. My original intention was that it be a simple and classic “web log” — a place where I could make small observations, ask for opinions, offer assistance, deliver some news, post a few photos and, in general, have a low-key web interaction with my clients. But as the years went by, ULTRAsomething became a lot less “blog like” and a lot more “thoughtful.” My articles become virtual word tomes full of satirical, tongue-in-cheek commentary on camera gear, photography, and the philosophy behind it all. ULTRAsomething grew far beyond its original scope, and it no longer offered a place to make small observations, ask for opinions, offer assistance or deliver some news. I needed to think of a way to make ULTRAsomething more communal without modifying its current structure. For the benefit of my neural connections, I assumed a restful position on the sofa and commenced pondering — how could I possibly socialize all this media?
I awoke suddenly and with a start. “Facebook!” I exclaimed, slapping myself hard upon the forehead, knocking my old-school facebook to the floor. “I need to fire up the Wang, get on the information superhighway, and research that Zuckerberg guy!”
And thus it has come to pass. ULTRAsomething has a Facebook page. People who actually like ULTRAsomething can now virtually “like” us on Facebook. It will become a sort of clearinghouse for all those little things I wish to share with the ULTRAsomething community, but that don’t warrant a full-blown article. Think of ULTRAsomething’s Facebook site as the equivalent of the “special features” section of a DVD… huh? What’s that? People don’t watch DVD’s anymore? It never ends, does it?
ABOUT THESE PHOTOS: “Facebook,” a self portrait, was shot with a Leica M9 and a 28mm f/2 Summicron lens. “Web Access Portal” was shot with a Leica M9 and a Voigtlander 50mm f/1.1 Nokton lens.
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Last week I was strolling home along Granville Street, my guard down and my mind wandering, when something tickled my photographic subconsciousness. Experience has taught me to trust the tickle. Things happen fast on the streets. “Shoot first, comprehend later.” That’s my motto. I fired off a shot just as the tickle began to coagulate into an amorphous shape within my conscious mind. As the indefinite form passed on my left, I was faintly aware of only two things: bouffant hair and long false eyelashes. “My comrade!” I thought, happy to have her photo safely stored within the metal and vulcanite walls of my Leica.
Bruce Gilden said there’s something that attracts him to the people he photographs on the streets and for that reason he considers these strangers his friends. I’ve always felt the same way. I photograph people who interest me, attract me, fascinate me, haunt me or somehow stir something within my emotions.
What drew me to the bouffant lady? Why did I consider her a comrade as she passed me on the street? The answer likely rests within the camera I used to photograph her — a 1959 Leica M2. In the year 2011, this woman and I were both anachronisms. Tourists from another era, we both left our homes confident and comfortable with our retro-infused choices. I will never know why she settled on a mid-1960s appearance that belies the dictates of the latest issue of Vogue. But I know exactly why I’m carrying a late-1950s manual mechanical film camera that belies the dictates of the latest issue of Shutterbug, and it’s probably not what you think.
Many people, who don’t know me, see my film camera and believe that I’m a Luddite — fearful of change and resistant to advancement. I’ve been accused of being stuck in the past and lectured on the street by people who thought I was somehow unaware of 21st Century technological advances. But believe me, I didn’t take the passive road to photographic anachronism — I worked at it. Most anachronistic people were fashionable once, in the same way that a broken clock is still correct twice a day. Me? I’ve been a photographic anachronism in every time.
I began to photograph seriously some twenty years ago, right about the same time that Kodak started marketing the very first digital camera — a $20,000, two-piece, 1.3 megapixel behemoth. Although the digital Kodak exceeded my photography budget by 4000 percent, its very existence helped guide my decision to get serious about photography. I had spent the previous decade working with electronic music, and was hard at work transforming music creation from an analog endeavor into a digital one. I knew that photography would eventually follow the same trajectory as music and I was anxious to take that ride. I had recently developed an insatiable appetite for photographs and spent much of my spare time leafing through photography monographs in art book stores, galleries and libraries. By early 1991, my appetite for new images was so voracious that I decided to start taking photographs myself. I figured that, by the time I learned my craft, digital technology would become affordable enough that I could ride the digital train— exactly as I was doing with music.
True to my plan, I learned to shoot with a Canon EOS film SLR. I learned to process my own black & white film. I also bought an enlarger and learned to print in the hot, cramped and awkward confines of my only bathroom. By late 1992, digital cameras were still not any more affordable, so I decided to take a half-step toward digital photography — I purchased a Nikon Coolscan LS-10 scanner and a copy of Photoshop 2.0. Although my electronically processed photos looked great on my computer monitor, there was no way for anyone to actually see them. The Mosaic web browser, which was the first browser popular enough to bring the world wide web into public awareness, was still over a year away. So I would often resort to printing the photos on my laser printer, with obviously limited success. It was 1992, and I was an anachronism — longing for photographic tools that did not yet exist.
Undaunted, I continued my march toward the future. Eventually, I was able to pay exorbitant fees to specialist labs who could print my digital files using ridiculously expensive IRIS inkjet printers. By 1994, the internet was gaining significant traction and Apple released the first affordable digital camera: the 0.3 megapixel QuickTake 100. It was just what I’d been waiting for. A year later I upgraded to a Kodak DC40, with its massive 0.38 megapixel sensor (of which half those pixels were noise), and enough memory to hold a whopping 48 photos (six times the storage capacity of the QuickTake 100)! The more I used the Kodak, the more I resented shooting and scanning film. It just seemed like such an outdated process and, frankly, that Nikon LS-10 scanner gave new meaning to the word “finicky.”
I soon surmised that the future of photography rested with the digital camera, and that the future of publishing was the world wide web. In fact, those two technologies seemed perfectly suited to each other. Digital photos were so laden with chromatic noise that the best way to minimize the effect was to display them at a reduced size — perfect for transmitting over all those 28.8 kB/s modems! I remember attending a photography class in which I presented my portfolio as tiny images on a computer screen. Everyone else had traditional paper portfolios — no one had ever seen or heard of an electronic photo portfolio. My classmates looked bemused. My instructor took one look and stated, unequivocally, that digital photography would never catch on. The limitations of early digital cameras and mid-90s web technology required me to radically alter my photography techniques and simplify my images. By the summer of 1995, I was even more of an anachronism than in 1992.
I soldiered on. By 2000, I deemed digital cameras such as the Canon EOS D30 “good enough” to replace my film cameras, and sold my last remaining film SLR. Of course this was a premature proclamation, but I was so desperate for the future to arrive that I was ready to call it. I was still an anachronism, but at least people now knew I was an anachronism. They knew digital represented the future of photography and I was finally seen as ahead of my time, rather than just a crackpot. Eventually, other photographers would make the same proclamation — some with the introduction of the Canon EOS-1D, some with the D60 and others with the 10D or 20D. The world that I wished, cajoled and willed into existing had finally arrived. And the more I lived in that world, the less I actually liked it.
I was such an early digital adopter that, for me, it had been several years since I had shot film. Time distorts memory and I began to forget about the hassles of developing film, of the unwillingness of my LS-10 to scan when I asked it to, and of the tedious process of spot-healing dirty negatives. Instead, I began to focus on the unforgiving highlights and shadows in my digital photos, of their strangely unnatural tonal characteristics and limited dynamic range, and of their clinical precision and irritating noise patterns.
Mind you, I was not becoming anti-digital. The visual anomalies of digital that I find disagreeable have been around since the technology’s beginnings. The difference was, unlike the previous decade, I had eliminated choice from my photographic toolkit. In the 1990s, as I waited anxiously for digital to reach state of the art, I continued to employ film. I would use it whenever a particular photographic assignment called for something that looked, shall we say, more “organic.” Throughout the 2000s, digital cameras improved by leaps and bounds, yet certain aspects of digital’s appearance still irked me. I still loved all the benefits of digital and I was still thrilled that a fully digital workflow had finally arrived, but I found myself actually missing film. Specifically, I found myself missing the ability to choose between digital and film. Since 1991, I had been so focused on replacing my film cameras, I’d forgotten what got me into photography in the first place. I’d forgotten that all those images I used to go and admire in book stores, galleries and libraries were all shot on film. The images I held in highest regard all had a certain look that was well and truly different than digital.
So a couple years ago, I returned to my hybrid days, meaning I began to supplement my digital images with film. I began, once again, to develop negatives in my kitchen and scan them into Photoshop. The more I shot film, the more I liked it. But unlike the zealous “digital or bust” days of my youth, I’d finally achieved balance. I’d finally come to realize that I could shoot both film and digital, and enjoy the benefits of each. In fact, I wrote about the importance of choice in an ULTRAsomething article, called Click Clique.
Sadly, I fear that my desire for choice is yet another anachronism. In the days of analog, I desired digital. As the popularity of digital grew, I began to desire analog and now, in a world gone almost totally digital, I desire choice. It’s my eye that should dictate the camera I carry, not fashion.
I got to wondering about my bouffant lady. Does she value choice? Does she sometimes party in a slinky, 1970s pleated polyester disco dress? On a sunny day, will she stroll downtown in a brightly colored, broad-shouldered asymmetrical jacket from the mid 1980s? Does she, on occasion, slip on a pair of Lululemon yoga pants and blend seamlessly with a million other women on the streets of Vancouver? I like to think she does all these things. She is, after all, my comrade.
ABOUT THESE PHOTOS: “Bouffant, 2011” and “Camouflaged, 2011” were both shot on Tri-X 400 with a 21mm f/2.8 Elmarit lens, and developed in Ilfotec DD-X — the first with a Leica M2, and the latter with a Leica M6 TTL. “Pedantic Sunset, Carmel 1992” was shot with some sort of Canon EOS SLR (time has erased the details from my memory). “Pedantic Sunset, Grand Canyon mid-90’s” was shot with a digital Kodak DC40.
This article (along with many of its associated comments) first appeared March 14, 2011 in my f/Egor column for the Leica Camera Blog.
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As recounted in Part 1, I recently purchased a 1967 Leica 135 f/4 Tele-Elmar lens and committed to discussing its merits for The Leica Blog. There’s only one problem — I wield a 135 with about as much skill and finesse as a monkey with a scalpel.
Before I dive into the meat of this article, let’s dispense with the potatoes — the lens itself. The Leica 135 f/4 Tele-Elmar is a fantastic lens and it delivers everything that any sensible person could ever want from a tube full o’ optical elements. The tale of woe that surrounds my use of the Leica 135 owes nothing to either the quality or technical merits of the lens. Rather, it has everything to do with my ability to use it properly.
Intellectually, of course, I know full well how to use a 135mm lens. I know its optical attributes and the type of subjects suited to those attributes. But I also know that my personal photography has less to do with intelligence than with emotion and, as such, this focal length’s personality quirks seem at odds with my own.
For example, I realize that 135mm lenses flatten perspective, which can help disparate objects within a photographic frame share significance. It’s a trait that makes 135s particularly adept at certain types of landscape photography.
But just because the lens is ideally suited to landscape photography doesn’t mean that I am. Though I was once employed as a landscape photographer and enjoy working in that discipline, it’s rarely a subject I choose to photograph for my own personal projects. I seldom make photographic forays specifically for the purpose of shooting landscapes, so this lens will likely see little actual landscape work.
Another obvious attribute of the 135 is that it lets the photographer shoot distant subjects without getting close to them. Perhaps I could adapt this characteristic to my street photography. I spent two weeks wandering the streets with the 135 affixed to my M9 and, as a consequence, missed dozens of excellent 28/35/50mm photo opportunities. The simple fact is, I tend to look for photographs that are only two meters away from me, not 20. Even if I did manage to spot an enticing photo opportunity 20 meters away, the gap ‘twixt camera and subject would fill with dozens of pedestrians, all of whom would obstruct my shot. The only instances in which this lens worked in a street scenario were when pedestrians tended to avoid my subject and, thus, gave me an unobstructed shot.
It was clear I must seek a different path. Perhaps the lens itself could tell me what to shoot. I twirled it around in my hand and marveled at its impeccable construction. It was built like the proverbial tank. Is that the clue I needed? Maybe the copy of the lens I didn’t purchase — the “Vietnam War” copy — was the one to have fulfilled its intended destiny! Maybe this lens was designed specifically for combat — to withstand the rigors of war while providing enough reach to protect the photographer from bullets whizzing through the air. Maybe I just needed to rethink my street approach.
Here in Vancouver, the air is thankfully rather free of whizzing bullets. So, in order to test my theory, I would need to simulate these conditions. The only thing vaguely heinous to traverse Vancouver’s sky is the annual heavy winter rainfall, so this would have to suffice. Obviously precipitation doesn’t provoke mortal fear, but I do have a certain acute phobia about shooting my digital Leica M9 in the rain. Maybe this would be the lens that lets me shoot more in inclement weather. I could hide in protected doorways or under awnings, which would shield the camera from precipitation, while the lens would provide enough reach to photograph those who are forced to battle it.
As fate would have it, the first heavy precipitation occurred on a very cold day and I had only a half charged battery in the M9. Since I didn’t want to risk having the battery deplete while I was out shooting, I coupled the 135 to my winterized camera — a Leica M6TTL with the meter battery removed — and went out into the snow.
It took me only a single afternoon to discover that, for someone who photographs “humans being,” inclement weather results in a dearth of quality photo opportunities. People tend to stay indoors in such conditions. Not only that, but lurking in the shadows just made me feel kind of creepy. I usually make every effort to photograph from the middle of the action, rather than from the outside. My attempt to simulate battle conditions may have uncovered a potential use for the lens, but it’s not a use I’m likely to explore further.
So I continued to look at the lens’ attributes for guidance. I’m aware that long lenses possess a narrow depth of field, which makes them extremely effective at isolating subjects from their background. Current trends in portraiture suggest that the 135 might make a very nice portrait lens, since the general public now equates “portrait” with “person seen against a sea of background blur.” Call me contrary, but I tend to favor environmental portraits, in which the subject is actually juxtaposed with their background. So, once again, another ideal 135mm usage scenario failed to meet my own personal needs.
Trendy portraits are, of course, not the only subject that benefits from shallow depth of field. Flower photographers, for example, would likely enjoy this lens immensely. Alas, I am decidedly disinterested in flower photography, and winter isn’t exactly “flower season” here in Vancouver.
After this, I took the lens on a brief journey into abstract territory — hoping to capitalize on its beautiful out-of-focus renderings. The result of this photographic voyage is a disk full of soft, pillowy images — all purposely taken out-of-focus yet, to the untrained eye, indistinguishable from crappy accidentally out-of-focus images.
Weary, disgruntled and humbled, I removed the lens from my daily carry bag and put it on a shelf with my other specialty gear. Freed of my obsession to make proper use of the lens, I turned my attention toward figuring out what I had learned from the experience. The facile answer is, “Thou shalt not purchase gear for which thou hast no specific application.” But this is something I already learned long ago. And it is, after all, one of my own commandments — so it can’t really be a moral.
Perhaps there’s a deeper meaning. Only twice in recent history have I violated this commandment, and both times it was with a 135mm lens. Is there a connection? Maybe it’s an indication of a mental synapse with an underdeveloped neurotransmitter; a mystical connection between myself and those 135 measly millimeters that ceaselessly seduce me without cause.
Alas, I fear nothing so extraordinary is at work here. Rather, I suspect the moral is simply this: “On occasion, we all make silly choices and take lousy photographs — but only someone two-stops shy of a full exposure would document it on the internet.”
ABOUT THESE PHOTOS: “Squamish, Jigsaw Puzzle Fodder,”“Obstructed View, Howe Sound,”“Show Biz, First Rung,”“Wither and Wane” and “Arm in Arm” were all shot with a Leica M9 and a 135mm f/4 Tele-Elmar. “Homologous” was shot with a Leica M6 TTL and a 135mm f/4 Tele-Elmar on Tri-X at ISO 400, developed in Ilfotec DD-X.
This article (along with many of its associated comments) first appeared Feb 16, 2011 in my f/Egor column for the Leica Camera Blog.
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This is an article about failure — a post to which my fellow photographers can all point and exclaim, “See! That’s what happens to morons.” Like most stories with a moral, this one begins “once upon a time” (four long months ago) when I finally decided to part ways with my Canon cameras, lenses and other assorted bits of related flotsam and jetsam.
My Canon gear saw very little action these past two years, but the system and I did share a two decade photographic history. So there were a few inevitable twinges of regret — none more painful than parting with my beloved Canon 135 mm f/2 L lens. The Canon 135 was beloved for one basic fact: the images it rendered were consistently stunning. Yet it was always the least-used of my SLR lenses. The reason for this paradox is simple — I just don’t see in 135 mm. Never the less, the technical quality of the 135mm f/2 L images were so beautiful that I carried it everywhere — looking, hoping, longing for something to photograph with it.
But that 135 mm focal length always sat right smack in the middle of my own photographic nowhere. Either it was too long, and I’d shoot the 85 mm instead, or it was too short, and a 200 mm would create just the look I wanted. Year after year, the 135 remained in mint condition because, year after year, it went mostly unused. Over time, I managed to stumble upon two occasional occupations for this lens: concerts and events. Specifically, I found it ideal for shooting backing musicians from the front of the stage, and for stealing candid portraits from across the room at corporate events. That’s it. For me, the Canon 135 was a beautiful pony that knew only two tricks. As such, my love for this lens was more idealistic than realistic.
Only two days after selling the Canon 135mm f/2 L, I chanced upon a pair of old Leica 135 f/4 Tele-Elmar lenses in a local camera shop. Because of my struggles with the 135 focal length, I never had any inclination to use such a lens with my Leica M-mount bodies. But I was still in mourning for the recently departed Canon 135, so I asked the dealer to show me the two lenses. One of them looked as if it had seen significant combat action during the war in Vietnam. The other stood gleaming and unblemished within its original protective tube — resplendent after what I can only assume was a 40 year career as an objet d’art at the Louvre. Either that, or the previous owner, like me, hadn’t a clue what to shoot with a 135.
With the vaguest of interest, I glanced at the price tag on the Vietnam copy. Leapin’ Leica, it was cheap! Classic, heavy metal Leica thunder for one-third the cash I’d just collected for my Canon 135? Granted, it sported a few shards of imbedded shrapnel and had apparently been dropped, more than once, from a helicopter. But it was the least expensive Leica I’d ever laid eyes on. Then, just to satisfy my curiosity, I checked the price of the sparkling, mint condition copy — knowing it would likely be crazy expensive. It was a mere $50 more.
At this point, I can only surmise that I blacked out because the next thing I recall was standing in front of the camera shop, shooting test photos with the 135 mounted on my M9 and checking the image quality on a laptop. Yet, curiously, I had neither the M9 nor the laptop when I first entered the store. In some kind of hypnotically possessed state, I had apparently driven home, grabbed the camera and computer and returned to the shop. My next lucid memory involves pulling cash from my pocket (which was also not there when I first arrived at the store) and handing it over to the dealer. Reminiscent of the way some people compensate for the death of a pet by instantly getting a new one, I had just replaced my Canon 135 f/2 with an immaculate M-mount 1967 Leica 135 f/4.
Crap. Now I had to find something to shoot with it.
Modern wisdom — gleaned from my perusal of various internet photography forums — suggests that the aforementioned pet makes an ideal subject for a photographer starved of inspiration. Alas, I possess no cats, dogs, fish, ferrets, iguanas, puffins or any other critters at which to point the 135. I do, however, live in a glass-walled condo, so my first inclination was to simply shoot willy-nilly into the center of downtown Vancouver.
Although these photos verified that the lens could indeed form an image on a sensor, I certainly don’t have any pressing need for mind-numbingly dull shots from my apartment window. So I went outside … and inexplicably kept shooting buildings.
Why? I don’t know. Probably because I haven’t a clue what to photograph with that 135 mm focal length. Concert and event photos, which had become subject matter for the Canon 135, both require an f/2 aperture, but the Tele-Elmar only opens to f/4. I had violated one of my own core photographic commandments, “Thou shalt not purchase gear for which thou hast no specific application.” So, reminiscent of my Canon days, I began to carry the Leica 135 everywhere I went — looking, hoping, longing for something to photograph with it.
The rangefinder’s natural synergy with wide and standard focal lengths further complicated my struggle. Most Leica M users (myself included) gravitate toward wider lenses. Unless you’re extremely gifted and persnickety about cropping, wide lenses allow plenty of framing leeway — helping photographers, in hurried moments, to successfully place all the intended elements somewhere within the frame. Similarly, wide lenses have extensive depth of field, meaning you can be rather sloppy with your focusing accuracy. And, equally as important, you can use slower shutter speeds without worrying about camera-induced motion blur. Wide lenses forgive a multitude of sins. And I should know, because Dante recently purchased several of my street photos for Hell’s newly remodelled Grand Foyer.
In contrast, the 135 Tele-Elmar is about as pious as a lens can be. It renders a shallow depth of field that demands precise focus. It’s unforgiving of even the slightest camera motion, meaning that coffee addicts (like myself) need to keep their shutters set to “snappy.” And framing? If you’ve ever looked through your M9 and pondered the purpose of that tiny little rectangle centered within your luxuriously spacious 28 mm frame lines — that’s the field of view offered by the 135!
So not only don’t I know what to shoot with this lens but, sinner that I am, I can’t shoot it worth a 3-legged octopus. I have purchased a lens that will do nothing but frustrate me; that will expose and amplify my personal weaknesses and force me to question my abilities as a photographer. Even worse, I’ve committed to discussing this lens on The Leica Blog, insuring that my failure becomes public spectacle.
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ABOUT THESE PHOTOS: “Debbie Shair & Ann Wilson of Heart” was shot with a Canon 5D and a 135mm f/2 L lens. “Sliver,” “North View Sunset,” and “Foreboding” were all shot with a Leica M9 and a 135mm f/4 Tele-Elmar lens.
This article (along with many of its associated comments) first appeared Feb 9, 2011 in my f/Egor column for the Leica Camera Blog.
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Short of taking photographs, few things excite a photographer more than planning their next major camera purchase. Conversely, short of a trip to the dentist, few things excite a photographer less than contemplating a backup camera strategy. After all, money spent on a backup camera is money you won’t have available for that next primary camera body; or that fast prime lens; or that slick new flash; or that dream photo excursion.
Surprisingly (or maybe not), I actually know several working photographers who do the unthinkable — they go on assignment without any backup camera. Their logic, such as it is, seems to be based on the legendary ostrich tactic — if they don’t think about the worst case scenario, then they won’t experience the worst case scenario. But all it takes is a single camera failure to nullify the years of hard work you spent building your reputation. Clients don’t want to hear “Sorry, my camera broke.” They’re not paying for excuses — they’re paying for images. And the day you fail to deliver those images is the day you’ll say “I wish I had thought about a backup strategy.”
But here’s the thing — backup cameras don’t have to be boring. In fact, choosing the right backup camera may actually unlock a world of previously untapped photographic possibilities, while simultaneously helping you avoid the potential pitfalls of the single camera gamble.
So how can you put the “up” into your backup camera? What are some of the possible backup strategies, and what are the pros and cons of each? So glad you asked…
Strategy 1: The Clone
The most literal backup solution is also the most obvious — a second, identical model of your primary camera.
UPSIDE: Simplicity factors heavily into the clone strategy. Owning two identical bodies means you’ll cope with only one learning curve; it means you don’t have to rethink your techniques when switching to the backup camera; and it means any photographs shot with the backup will be indistinguishable from those shot with the primary camera. Identical bodies share accessories, so you don’t have to carry a different type of battery, a different type of quick release bracket, additional lenses, or an additional pocket manual. It also helps the photographer transition easily into a “two body shooter.” If you’re a zoom user, a 24-70mm on body #1 and a 70-200mm on body #2 will pretty much insure you get any shot you need. And, should one body go down, you can keep shooting without missing a beat.
DOWNSIDE: Many working pros choose a camera with a full-frame 35mm sensor as their primary body. Adding a second Nikon D3x, Canon 1Ds, or Leica M9 can be quite cost prohibitive. And if you’re shooting digital medium format, you’re probably still paying off a camera loan. So, chances are, you’re not overly receptive to the idea of going still further into debt. Even if you’re fortunate enough that cost isn’t an issue, there’s still another downside to the clone strategy — flexibility. No one camera system is perfect, no matter how expensive it is. You may have spent a fortune on a Phase One, but adding a second isn’t going to make you any more capable of shooting in low light. Your second D3x isn’t going to be any more “stealthy” than your first, and that second Leica M9 still won’t double as a wildlife camera.
Strategy 2: The Crop-a-Doodle-Do
The second backup strategy is to purchase a smaller “prosumer” version of your primary camera. For example, a full-frame Canon user might choose a cropped sensor Rebel or xxD model to serve as backup. A full-frame Leica M9 shooter might consider an old M8 or Epson R-D1 as a cropped sensor backup.
UPSIDE: As with the cloning strategy, the “crop sensor” solution helps to limit the amount of additional backup gear you need to carry. Since you’ve chosen a cropped version of your primary camera, it will (in most instances) mount all the same lenses as your primary camera. If the backup camera is made by the same manufacturer as your primary camera, there is probably enough similarity between operating systems that you can move from primary to backup without too much discombobulation. In almost every instance, choosing a prosumer camera to backup your pro model will greatly diminish the cost of owning a backup, which means you’re more likely to actually do it. And there’s another advantage over the clone strategy — flexibility. Although a cropped sensor body will take the same lenses as your full-frame primary camera, those lenses will behave “differently” on the backup body. Specifically, the crop body will act as both a free tele-converter and depth-of-field extender for each lens. This gives you options should you wish to employ both bodies on assignment. In some instances, it may even allow you to carry fewer lenses. For example, if you’re a full-frame Canon shooter and you add an old 50D as a backup body, the 50D’s 1.6x crop factor will change the field of view of any lens you mount on it. A 35mm mildly wide lens on your 5DmkII becomes a 56mm mildly telephoto lens on a 50D. Similarly, an 85mm lens on your 5DmkII becomes a 136mm lens on your crop camera. So, with only two lenses in your bag, you have access to four different focal lengths: 35, 50, 85, and 135. In addition, that crop camera will have extended depth-of-field, which allows you to pick-and-choose the camera body based on the shooting scenario.
DOWNSIDE: Obviously, a different body may require different accessories, such as quick release brackets and batteries. So you need to factor in the additional cost (and weight) associated with having duplicate sets of batteries, chargers, and the like. You also need to consider that, should your primary camera die, your widest lens might not be wide enough on a crop body. This may necessitate that you carry an additional extra-wide lens to cover any worst-case scenario.
This is exactly the strategy I employed when I worked as a photographer for BC Parks. I would often drive a couple of hours to a particular location, then spend another couple hours hiking up some mountain. The last thing I wanted was for my camera to fail once I reached my final destination. So I carried a 40D as backup to my 5D — using it as both “backup” and “teleconverter” (to reduce the number of lenses I needed to lug around in my backpack).
Strategy 3: The Pocket Porty
If Vogue, National Geographic, or even the bride’s CEO daddy aren’t footing the photography bill, it may be difficult to justify the added expense of a second system body — regardless of whether it’s a clone or a crop of your primary camera. But a small photography budget does not excuse you from your responsibilities. You still have a client that expects his money’s worth, and you still have a professional reputation to uphold.
One of the most popular solutions to this dilemma is the humble “enthusiast” camera. In general, these enthusiast cameras have built-in, non-interchangeable zoom lenses, and are similar to their pocket-friendly consumer-oriented camera cousins. But, unlike their cousins, the enthusiast models include additional features required by working photographers — features such as manual exposure, a hotshoe (which can be used to trigger external flash), and RAW file support. Canon’s G-series (currently up to the G12) and Panasonic’s LX series (now at LX5) are both very popular and capable examples of enthusiast cameras.
UPSIDE: The Pocket Porty is likely to be both your least expensive backup option and your most portable (though it will necessitate carrying an extra type of battery and charger). Its diminutive dimensions might just entice you to slip it into a pocket and, once there, you’ll probably discover all sorts of scenarios (like candids) that benefit from its non-threatening appearance. Because it uses its own built-in lens, rather than your system lenses, you’re not tied into one particular brand or form factor — it can back up any primary camera you currently own.
DOWNSIDE: Image quality, ergonomics, and responsiveness are the biggest prices you’ll pay for all that portability and frugality. Images from a small sensor simply won’t hold up to those taken with a full-frame or APS-C sized sensor. If your client’s demands don’t extend beyond web publishing, that’s probably OK. But if your images are destined for print, neither you nor your client may be satisfied with the results. Similarly, the hostile combination of tiny buttons and labyrinthian menus make these cameras much harder to control than a larger system camera. And their contrast detect focusing and general lack of a quality viewfinder make it difficult to both frame your shots and time them decisively. Then there’s the matter of your own image — should your system camera fail and your enthusiast compact be forced into action, the client may wonder why he’s paying pro rates for “point and shoot” photography.
Recently, photographers have started to see a new breed of enthusiast cameras that feature larger, APS-C size sensors. These cameras directly address one of the two major complaints about the previous decade’s enthusiast cameras — image quality. Cameras like the Sigma DP series, the Leica X1, and the upcoming Fuji FinePix X100 all use larger sensors, while retaining the “pocketability” requirement of their smaller sensor siblings. All three of these cameras stick to the concept of non-interchangeable lenses but, curiously, dispense with the zoom lenses employed by their forefathers. Instead, each sports a high-quality prime lens — generally in the 35-40mm range. While I’m exactly the sort of photographer who will always choose a prime lens over a zoom, this limitation may ultimately make these large-sensor compacts less appealing for “backup” duty. After all, the idea behind the backup camera is that, in a pinch, it can substitute for your big system camera and bag full of lenses. But without a zoom, your backup becomes limited to photos of a single focal length. What if that 35mm focal length isn’t the length your client needs? While this new breed of enthusiast camera is, indeed, a more exciting photographic tool than the G12/LX5 ilk, the jury (me) is still out on whether it’ll make a suitable backup camera.
Strategy 4: The Geezer
Throughout the entirety of the 20th century, talented photographers created beautiful images on film — photographs with the power to inspire us, touch us, teach us, or delight us. The advent of digital technology does not suddenly negate a photographer’s ability to create beautiful photographs on film. Yet many modern photographers seem to think that film is somehow beneath their talent and vision — as if shooting film will somehow make their photographs less valuable. Hogwash. Many of today’s top digital camera systems have their origins in the days of film — Yesterday’s Mamiya, Pentax, Canon, Hasselblad, Nikon, and Leica lenses will still perform on today’s digital bodies and, conversely, today’s lenses will often still perform on older film-based bodies. Why not back up that expensive full-frame digital body with a top-of-the-line film-based equivalent?
UPSIDE: Although your backup camera is film, it’s still from the same system as your primary digital camera — meaning it shares many of the same lenses and peripheral items. Although modern “wisdom” says “digital is better than film,” it’s really all about how you define “better.” Camera manufactures have spent a decade hammering home the idea that “better” means “sharper images and more resolution” — two characteristics that, not coincidentally, are indicative of what digital does best. But what if “better” means “greater dynamic range, a more natural and pleasing response to both shadow and highlight regions, and better tonality?” These are the merits of film — attributes that have been downplayed by camera marketing departments in the rush to digital. The fact is, neither film nor digital is better — they’re just different. And, as such, having the ability to shoot both can be a real boon to your photography. Here in rainy Vancouver, I’ve found another upside to shooting film — my mechanical film bodies have no electrical components, making them much more conducive to shooting in inclement weather. Another upside to film is that, thanks to the successful marketing campaigns of camera manufacturers, you can purchase some wonderful professional bodies for less than you’d pay for that Pocket Porty enthusiast camera — and with increased handling ability, flexibility in lens choice, greater durability, and drastically improved image quality.
DOWNSIDE: Film has a recurring cost that digital “lacks.” In reality, professional digital cameras are rendered ‘obsolete’ every couple of years, while professional grade film cameras can last decades. So the ongoing cost of film and processing is really more about perception than reality. But the fact is, should your primary camera break and your film camera be forced into action, you will incur additional film/processing costs for the photos you take. Also, a film-based workflow is slower — after 36 photos you need to stop, rewind, and reload. Similarly, film lacks digital’s ‘instant gratification’ factor since it needs to be developed, dried, and scanned before the client can see it. And film also lacks digital’s convenient ability to change ISO at any time — once you load a roll of film, you’re stuck with that ISO for the next 36 shots. Finally, some misguided clients — driven to delusion by years of successful digital camera marketing efforts — now demand that photographers deliver files that exceed a certain number of megapixels. This number often exceeds the file size delivered by all but the most expensive drum scanners, making post-processing even more tedious and expensive.
The choice of whether or not to use film as a backup to digital rests more on the expectations of your client than on any other factor. Today, many commercial clients expect to sit beside the photographer and instantly review each photo, as it’s taken, on a tethered computer monitor. News organizations expect photographers, while still in the field, to wirelessly upload images to a central server for immediate publication. But if a photographer is blessed with less-controlling clients, he (and the client) might both just discover that film’s upsides may actually negate its perceived downsides. In the past year, I have rethought my own backup strategy, and am no longer backing up my Leica M9 with a cropped-sensor M8. Instead, I’ve opted for two backup solutions: film is one (compliments of an M6 TTL and an M2). The other is discussed next…
Strategy 5: The Transformer
These cameras, like their toy- and movie-industry namesake, allow a photographer to transform his entire photography system from one type into another. The current spate of so-called “mirrorless” cameras are a classic example of how you can achieve this magical transformation. Many mirrorless system cameras, like Micro Four Thirds or Sony NEX, are capable of mounting lenses from other camera systems via an adapter and, as such, can function as backup cameras.
UPSIDE: With the right adapter, these cameras can mount all sorts of different lenses from all sorts of different camera systems. This means, in a pinch, that they can be coerced into “backup” camera duty. Their real beauty, however, lies in their transformative properties. Look, for example, at the case of my Panasonic DMC-GH2, which sometimes serves as backup and “second shooter” to my Leica M9. With a Novoflex adapter, my GH2 can mount all my Leica M lenses. The GH2 has a 2x crop factor, meaning a 21mm lens becomes a 42mm lens, a 50 becomes a 100, and so on. Since the M9 is not well-suited for telephoto use, the GH2 opens a world of new possibilities — converting that bag full of M-mount lenses into useful telephotos. In addition, one focuses the GH2 by looking THROUGH the lens (like an SLR), rather than looking through a separate viewfinder (like the M9). This also increases the capability of the M-mount system, since the GH2 transforms the M-system rangefinder lenses into an SLR-type system. With the addition of a GH2 body, those M-mount lenses become video lenses. Live view becomes a reality. The articulating LCD lets you put the camera in all kinds of odd locations, and depth-of-field can be previewed right on the screen.
DOWNSIDE: That same tele-converter function, which makes the GH2 so useful as a “second shooter,” can be somewhat detrimental should my M9 actually fail. While I can carry on shooting with the GH2, I would lose the ability to shoot wide angle. For this reason, carrying the GH2 as “backup” necessitates that I carry an extra lens or two — perhaps something like a Voigtlander 15mm, or one of the wider Micro Four Thirds system lenses. This, of course, adds a bit of weight to the travel kit. Also adding weight to the kit is the additional batteries and charger required by the GH2. Image quality will also suffer should your GH2 be forced into “backup” duty. Its smaller sensor simply can’t deliver the same dynamic range, resolution, or noise characteristics as a full-frame camera. And, since the sensors contained within these cameras have not been optimized for M-mount lenses, images shot with adapted Leica lenses tend to get a bit soft in the corners. Ultimately, the image quality tradeoffs are something you’ll need to weigh against your client’s needs and your own aesthetics.
Conclusion
Many pros consider backup cameras to be a necessary evil but, in reality, they’re a necessary “good.” When you stop thinking of your backup as “only” a backup, and start thinking of it as your “second shooter,” you bring a host of additional possibilities and options to your photography. As I wrote earlier, no single camera is “perfect.” Adding a backup camera can negate many of your primary camera’s imperfections, while doubling as a career-saving insurance policy. Just because your camera hasn’t yet failed doesn’t mean it won’t. Don’t let complacency be your downfall. Don’t feed the ostrich.
ABOUT THESE PHOTOS: “A Curious Pigeon” and “Ménage à Pod” were both shot using a Leica M2 with a Leica 28mm f/2 Summicron lens and Tri-X 400 developed in Ilfotec DD-X. “Alone, Under a Tree” was shot with a Leica M2, 21mm f/2.8 Elmarit pre-ASPH lens, and Tri-X 400 developed in Ilfotec DD-X. “Generation Skip” was shot using a Panasonic DMC-GH2 with a Leica 90mm f/2.8 Elmarit-M lens.
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Do you remember where you were in the autumn of 2008 when, drunk with greed, all the bankers in the world stripped naked, strapped on barrels lined with our life savings and plummeted over Niagara Falls?
I do. I had just completed a successful stint as the official photographer for BC Parks and was negotiating a long-term contract renewal. Anticipating the contract’s acceptance, I pre-ordered a Canon 5D Mark II camera and was well into researching my 37th backpack purchase — confident that a magic pack existed, which would render weightless all those tripods, ball heads, camera bodies and lenses that I insisted upon schlepping up every mountain.
If all went according to plan, I would soon sign up to travel around British Columbia and photograph its nearly 1,000 provincial parks — many of which were inaccessible except by helicopter and, thus, rarely seen by human eyes.
Alas, everything did not go according to plan. The worldwide cost of rescuing all those drunken naked bankers caused the provincial government to tighten their budget significantly and the photo project I’d been crafting for so long came to an abrupt end.
I could have moaned. I could have whined. I could have drowned my sorrows in a bottomless pint of Guinness and lamented the lost opportunity to become the most important landscape photographer in British Columbia history. Instead, I rejoiced.
Wired to the polygraph, I might admit that the celebration didn’t begin the very minute I learned of my impending unemployment. In fact, it took several months to gain the perspective necessary to begin the revelry. And it took something else, too — a Leica M8.
Don’t misunderstand. Leica did nothing to recoup the lost revenue potential of my BC Parks assignment — quite the opposite actually. Rather, the Leica M8 allowed me to recoup something far more important — my soul.
For twenty years I had put all my photographic energy into satisfying the visual sensibilities of others. No trend escaped me. No technical advance slipped beneath my radar. I lived on the bleeding edge of current and my photos dripped with the blood of the here and now. This, I reckoned, made me the consummate professional. After all, I’m being paid to satisfy someone else’s vision, not my own.
Only now I was no longer receiving any pay. As every out-of-work photographer knows, this means it’s time to rework the portfolio. With no definitive clients in mind, I chose to assemble a fairly generic collection — one that showcased my abilities in a number of different genres. The more I worked on this generic portfolio, the more obvious it became just how generic my photography had become. In my dogged quest to take photographs that satisfied others, I’d neglected to take any photographs that satisfied myself.
Nowhere in my portfolio were there any photographs that I personally admired. So I set out to rectify this and designated that fancy new 5D Mk II “channeler of my inner Winogrand.” But numerous SLR-related ergonomic factors rendered the experiment an abject failure. Next, I thought I could use high-end enthusiast cameras to release my inner Frank, but the cameras could not keep pace with the instantaneous demands I placed upon them.
Inner-Frank and Inner-Winogrand had plenty of company — Erwitt, Friedlander, Moriyama, Koudelka, Smith, Burri, HCB and hundreds more were collectively attempting to find photographic egress through my shutter. But none of my shutters would cooperate.
So I bit the bullet, purchased a Leica M8 and my world and everything in it suddenly became a photo opportunity.
If I passed a girl on the street smoking two cigarettes, the Leica let me photograph her. A dSLR would have been too obvious, and the enthusiast cameras would have been too slow to respond to the shutter click.
If a man stands and quickly checks his watch beneath a towering clock, it’s the Leica that lets me shoot him.
These are shot opportunities that exist all around me — opportunities that I’ve always seen, but could never capture until I turned to the rangefinder. So successful was my transition to the M8, that I gave it an M9 to keep it company. Then, in order to give them both a bit of schoolin’ in the old ways, I added an M6 TTL to watch over them.
And now, for the first time ever, I have a photographic portfolio that I’m proud of — one that, in all likelihood, will secure me far fewer jobs and more than an ounce of scorn — but it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter because, regardless of what anyone else says, I’m happy with my photos because they’re true — true to myself, true to my vision, true to my aesthetics, and true to my instinct. In fact, they’re so true to my instinct, that I chose Instinct as the title for my new photography book — the maquette of which is now available here on blurb.com.
So thanks Leica — I may never get a commercial assignment again, but you saved my photographic soul. That and a $4000 winning lottery ticket might just buy me a 50mm Summilux.
ABOUT THESE PHOTOS: The copyrights to “Alice Lake, British Columbia” and “Mt. Seymour, British Columbia” are owned by BC Parks, and were shot by grEGORy simpson using a Canon 5D. “Fresh” was shot with a Leica M8 and a 28mm f/2 Summicron lens. “One of Those Days” was shot with a Leica M9 and a v4 35mm f/2 Summicron lens. “Ob(li)vious” was shot with a Leica M9 and a 28mm f/2 Summicron lens.
This article (along with many of its associated comments) first appeared Jan 12, 2011 in my f/Egor column for the Leica Camera Blog.
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Assume you’re a photographer (which, since you’re reading this article, is likely a safe assumption). Assume you maintain some sort of photo blog (which, if you’re struggling to compete in today’s net-centric world, had better be a safe assumption). Assume further that you have a, umm, slightly unnatural love for Leica M-System rangefinders (a single, nearly imperceptible nod of the head will suffice for those of you too ashamed to admit this readily). Assume Leica contacts you, compliments your photography blog and asks you to write a tips column for them. You jump on it like a shark at an all-you-can-eat sushi bar. Right?
Assume, too, that you’re more sensible than I am — because I said “no” to Leica.
It’s not that I wasn’t flattered. I was. It’s not that I didn’t want to write for Leica. I did. It’s just that I abhor tips columns. They always launch with the highest of intentions, but soon, after the author exhausts all his grade A material, the column begins a rapid descent into the banal. In the blink of an eye, that once-helpful column starts serving up advice like, “for greater depth of field, use a narrow aperture” or “ten new ways to take adorable cat photos.”
Perhaps I was being too pessimistic. Maybe this wouldn’t happen to me. I needed to be certain. Fresh out of crystal balls, I gazed into the biggest hunk of M-mount glass I own, a Voigtlander 50mm f/1.1 Nokton lens. Too poor to afford the luxuriously prescient view through Leica’s own 50mm f/0.95 Noctilux, I knew the Voigtlander’s limited three-month glimpse into the future would have to suffice.
Staring into the front optical element, I was astonished to see myself wearing a new shirt. Normally, I’m loath to spend money on anything that doesn’t have a direct impact on my ability to take photographs. I did notice a certain unkempt, Howard Hughes-ish quality to my hair — perhaps reflective of my decision to purchase the shirt. Having sated my narcissistic tendencies, I stared deeper into the lens and saw that I was typing out something on the iPad. It was my new tips column for Leica. I focused the Nokton on the iPad’s screen. To my horror, I saw myself blogging about the M9?s snapshot profile feature. In my desperation to fulfill my tips obligation, I had resorted to plundering the owner’s manual for rarely used functions, which I was now extracting and presenting as tips. Beside me sat a Pulitzer Prize — earned just two months previously for my tip outlining how to achieve financial security through photography. It served as a cruel and ironic reminder of how far and how quickly I had fallen.
My suspicions thus confirmed, I contacted Leica and politely declined to be their tipster. Sure, the idea of winning a Pulitzer was tempting, but not at the expense of writing an article about the joys of snapshot mode. “If I’m going to blog for Leica,” I wrote, “I must have complete editorial freedom to write about whatever topic I choose.” And thus, as quickly as the opportunity presented itself, it disappeared…
… Except it didn’t. Leica actually agreed to these terms. Why they did, I do not know. I have a theory that involves Google and some curiously misinterpreted English-to-German web translation. But, whatever the cause, I was on the hook and there was no getting off. I am now committed to writing a column for the Leica Blog.
I have absolutely no idea where this column will lead. I have no notion of what I’ll be writing about and article frequency is a complete unknown. There are, at this time, only two things of which I am absolutely certain: 1) Every article will, in some way, directly or indirectly, tangentially or perpendicularly, relate to Leica, and 2) someone, somewhere is going to get very upset about something I write. So keep reading — it might just be you!
ABOUT THESE PHOTOS: “Canada Hockey Gold Celebration” was shot with a Leica M9 and a Voigtlander 15mm f/4.5 Super Wide Heliar lens. “Canada Day Festivities” was shot with a Leica M9 and a 28mm f/2 Summicron lens. “An Awkward Merging of the Arts” was shot with a Leica M9 and v5 50mm f/2 Summicron Lens. “Busking Pay Dirt” was shot with a Leica M9 and a 90mm f/2.8 Elmarit lens.
This article (along with many of its associated comments) first appeared Jan 5, 2011 in my f/Egor column for the Leica Camera Blog.
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