Chase Jarvis's blog introduced me to Camille Seaman's work. Haunting, spare, monumental photography of the melting ice in the arctic regions. I love her idea of icebergs with personality. Like the icebergs, go see the work, now. Camille Seaman
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This is an amazing and coherent body of work, with beautifully selected overcast as stage. Do not pass up the opportunity to browse back and forth.
One of my favorites is "Iceberg Detail with Glaucous Gulls,East Greenland, 2006", which evokes my internal image of the Flying Monkeys returning to Alpheba's castle in Greg Mcguire's retelling of Oz in Wicked.
The caption says glaucous gulls, but they are so dark that I'm not sure. I'll have to trust the photographer though.
Seaman argues that it's not about the camera, but it's really more complicated than that, as her own text reveals. It is partly about the cold. I remember a day photo-hunting wolves in Yellowstone at -25F, when all the Lithium-powered digital cameras were dead, but Ann's alkaline powered autowinder on her film camera rolled on and on.
I agree that It really isn't about the camera, but visionary photographers prevent the gear become an anchor by having the right equipment or and not being obsessed with the stuff. Two ends of the spectrum. In the end, it is like Jimmy Bruno said: "There are no bad guitars."
Posted by Robert Marc | December 20, 2007 3:10 PM
Posted on December 20, 2007 15:10