Saturday, December 31, 2016

Sand dial #2


What is this blog about? In a nutshell, it's about black and white darkroom photomontage. Every few weeks, a new image with a few words about it, kinda poetic, philosophical. 
For more details - check out the archive, the first post, April 26, 2015.
If you like what you see here, go to: www.bobbennettphoto.net
Also check out my self-published books:
California Beach Trip: http://www.amazon.com/dp/1364579138


Beach grass out of the frame serves as the gnomon, casting the shadows on the sundial's face, a digital concoction, only four hour numbers necessary, this is not a finely tuned instrument, minutes don't matter, perhaps even the hour is debatable. In times and places where most people didn't have watches or any time piece, time was spoken of in varying terms.  In spanish, the word 'manjana'  + 'mañana' in my Mac's translator, is a soft and uncertain term - "we'll get there, when we get there".
The study of time is called horology - hora is the latin root for the word.
Many ancient societies were obsessed w/ time, measuring it, marking it, using it to guide anything from spiritual celebrations to planting crops. From Meso-America, to Chaco Canyon, to Stonehenge and well beyond, to Asia - their work was infinitely more difficult than ours. 
Somehow they they figured out how to erect carefully built structures w/ small openings that let the sunlight fall on an opposite wall,  to tell them the exact moment of the a solstice, for instance. They weren't a whole lot more advanced than hunter/gatherers, but they figured this out? I guess they were a lot more interested in these things than they were in other more mundane things.
We can buy an almost infinite number of watches in a heartbeat on the internet. When i click on the 'dashboard' on my Mac, i get a clock, second hand ticking away.
Carpe diem, dear reader. 2016 will soon be history, the big ball will drop in Times Square, you celebrate in whatever way you wish. To quote a great songwriter, Warren Zevon:
"Time marches on, time stands still, time on my hands, time to kill. We contemplate eternity under the vast indifference of heaven"
Don't let 'the vast indifference of heaven' slow you down much. Warren sure didn't.




Wednesday, December 21, 2016

An oldy but a goodie, from my east coast days

The titles of this and the previous image could easily be reversed - 'measure of time' or 'matter of time'. I did this one when i was first starting out doing darkroom photomontage.


The clock is what's called a travel clock, it can be folded up flat or opened to sit wherever. 
It's frame was wrapped in leatherlike the one above, but it was very worn in a nice warm way, made you wonder where it had traveled to. I found it in a desk drawer, my parents had two old windsor desks with lots of memorabilia, including an old Kodak autographic camera, and an Argus 35mm camera.
The Kodak image comes from a page on eBay - it's in mint condition, can be yours for $97.

This is what the Argus looked like, a little bit 'art deco', except it was an aqua color, with metal casing. Image found on etsy, many similar for sale, there are 'collectors' of just about anything.

I went thru 39 pages of google images of windsor desks, a very interesting search. There is definitely a dizzying array of choices, none of them look like what my parents had, but the way the desk works is much the same, w/ many variations. The most interesting feature is: Many small drawers and various filing/hiding/storage places/spaces. 'cubbyholes' is the term for them. 

All these items remind one how much times have changed. Your desktop? ..is now a computer monitor screen, your watch can be a multitasking health monitor, your phone is also your camera.
To return to the image, of course there's a bird in it - time flies!
Carpe diem, dear reader. 2016 will soon be history, the big ball will drop in Times Square, you celebrate in whatever way you wish. To quote a great songwriter, Warren Zevon:
"Time marches on, time stands still, time on my hands, time to kill. We contemplate eternity under the vast indifference of heaven'.



Don't let 'the vast indifference of heaven' slow you down much. Warren sure didn't.

Sunday, December 4, 2016

'Matter of time'


Another image in the 'time' series

I could also title this one 'Measure of time', either title would be fine & fitting. 
The fog recedes long enough to let sunshine throw great sharp shadows from this half man-made / half nature-made time piece. A small root from some dunes grass spins in the wind, making concentric grooves in the sand, a compliment to the two hands of a clock. A small creature of some kind leaves it's trail. All the elements here are on different measures of time - circles on sand, trails left behind, a clock that keeps ticking, ticking, ticking relentlessly on, fog that has a schedule all it's own. And sand that is the end result of who knows much rock building and then grinding 'til what was once VERY large (perhaps covering continents) and heavy becomes the consistency of table salt. In one of John McPhee's books about the geology of the US, from east to west (a marvelous series of books, ending w/ 'Assembling California') he writes: The top of the Himalayas is made of marine shale - hope you didn't miss that - marine shale, made in the ocean, now at 25,000+ft elevation. Now that takes some time doesn't it?

Sunday, November 20, 2016

Desert time

The last post was long, the next few will be short, hopefully sweet.


Mottos for this one might be:
"Self-dependent power can time defy, as rocks resist the billows and the sky."
or Latin "Pulvis et umbra sumus. (We are [dust and] shadow."

The Golden Gate Park sundial now sits not on a stand, but on the broad leaf of a prickly pear cactus. What does this say about time? Perhaps that just like the cactus we have no choice but to keep hands off, unless of course we like pain. 'Leave time alone, don't mess with it. You think you won't get old? " 'Fuhgeddaboutit', as they say in New York City - it can't be changed anyway".
The gnomon (which casts the shadow) is instead a tree which will grow, casting a slightly different shadow as the years go by, slightly longer every year. But the hour, the time told, will remain the same, only the shadow gets longer, as yours will too.
(The gnomon casts a shadow; the shadow shows the time.)
There's a hand-colored version of this one:
If you like my images, check out any of my three self-published books:
'California Beach Trip':
On Amazon:


'Desert Trip'
On Amazon:


'Seeking the Vibe'
On Blurb:

Previews of all at:


Please do stop by again - every 2 weeks, somethin' new :-)



Sunday, October 30, 2016

Sundials, clocks, time passing, always...

What is this blog about? In a nutshell, it's about black and white darkroom photomontage. Every few weeks, a new image with a few words about it, kinda poetic, philosophical. 
For more details - check out the archive, the first post, April 26, 2015.
If you like what you see here, go to: www.bobbennettphoto.net
Also check out my self-published books:
California Beach Trip: http://www.amazon.com/dp/1364579138


Is this blog going off the rails? This time it is veering from the simple premise "it's about black and white darkroom photomontage. Every few weeks, a new image with a few words about it, kinda poetic, philosophical." 
This time round, i have to break to 'keeping it short/ just a few words about it' thing, the topic is just too large.
So far, what i've posted on this blog are darkroom montage images. Time for a curve ball - i do digital montage too.
Al lot of my photog friends thought i might ditch the darkroom and go completely digital. No way, no how. They are two completely different beasts - what you can do with one you can't do with the other, and vice versa. My Beseler 45MXII will always have home in my bathroom/ aka 'guerilla darkroom'.
Clocks and sundials have been an interest of mine for a long time. The boarding school i went to had a large chapel at it's center with a bell tower that rang out the time, every quarter hour. 


It rang out five notes for every 15 minutes, adding another 5 every 15 minutes, culminating with a long deep sonorous tolling of the hour, at the top of the hour. Wherever you were on campus you could hear it. It was a fixture in my life for six years. Time has also been a topic/focus of mine for many years in images.

Here's a digital image that has a darkroom father, and a grandfather, so to speak.

In this image, time is slip, slip, slippin' away - 
the sand will be washed, tumbled, reconfigured with the next high tide.


The motto for this one could be:
Tempus edax rerum. (Time devours things.)
We'll get to the father and grandfather in following posts, more on mottos below.


A song lyric comes to mind, (it says everything much better than i can) by the late great Warren Zevon:
"Time marches on, time stands still,
Time on my hands, time to kill..
Blood on my hands and my hands in the till 
Down at the 7-11
Gentle rain falls on me, and all life falls back into the sea....
we contemplate eternity beneath the vast indifference of heaven..."


RIP Warren Z.
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One of the most simple and raw time devices is an hourglass.

More than a few words about sundials:



(I was tempted to remove all the links, but, no - never mind - i would be limiting your freedom of choice - bad idea. 'click as you wish, learn more, better - 'feed your head' as the lyric in a Jefferson Airplane song goes.)
"A sundial is a device that tells the time of day by the apparent position of the Sun in the sky. In the narrowest sense of the word it consists of a flat plate (the dial) and a gnomon which casts a shadow onto the dial. As the sun appears to move across the sky, the shadow aligns with different hour-lines which are marked on the dial to indicate the time of day. The style is the time-telling edge of the gnomon, though a single point or nodus may be used. The gnomon casts a broad shadow; the shadow of the style shows the time. The gnomon may be a rod, a wire or an elaborately decorated metal casting. The style must be parallel to the axis of the Earth's rotation for the sundial to be accurate throughout the year. The style's angle from horizontal is equal to the sundial's geographical latitude."

(the link works, even though the spelling of 'mottos' is wrong. At least in America.)
Here's the sundial i photographed in Golden gate park, went in to the image above:


On the GGPk sundial: 'Horam sole nolente nego'

Google to the rescue!
"Known as the "Navigators' Dial", this sundial is dedicated to three early explorers of the California coast. The dial itself is a sliced bronze globe of the earth sitting on the back of a tortoise. Overall, the globe hemisphere is about 2 1/2 feet in diameter, showing the world in relief centered on California. The flat face of the hemisphere is a beautiful vertical reclining dial. The dial sits atop a stone column."



There is however no translation of this motto.
'horam' probably translates as 'hour' of some sort. 'sole' could be sun?... the rest, i'm lost for.

Many sundials bear a motto to reflect the sentiments of its maker or owner.
English mottos:
  • Be as true to each other as this dial is to the sun.
  • Begone about Thy business.
  • Come along and grow old with me; the best is yet to be.
  • Hours fly, Flowers die. New days, New ways, Pass by. Love stays.
  • I only tell of sunny hours.
  • Let others tell of storms and showers, I tell of sunny morning hours.
  • Life is but a shadow: the shadow of a bird on the wing.
  • Self-dependent power can time defy, as rocks resist the billows and the sky.
  • Time, like an ever-rolling stream, bears all its sons away.
  • Latin:
  • Altera pars otio, pars ista labori. (Devote this hour to work, another to leisure.)
  • Festina lente. (Make haste, but slowly.)
  • [Fugit hora] – carpe diem. ([The hour flees] – seize the day.)
  • Utere, non numera. (Use the hours, don't count them.)
  • Utere non reditura. (Use the hour, it will not come again.)
  • Transience
  • Tempus edax rerum. (Time devours things.)
  • Tempus vincit omnia. (Time conquers everything.)
  • Vidi nihil permanere sub sole. (I have seen that nothing under the sun endures).

And that's just the beginning - click on the wikipedia page link above to learn more.

Here's a few pix of something very, very nice my step-mom sent me after my father died - an old (made circa1900) pocket watch. All the intricate innards spin and hum, all counter balancing each other, to keep the wheels (and display of time, the hands ticking by).


A better look at the inside gears, wheels, whatever:





This watch was definitely treasured, and well worn. The wear and tear on the back attests to that.
Has this desire for fine time pieces diminished? No way, no how.

Open up many magazines ( no, not 'people' or 'insider news' real magazines like the Atlantic or The New Yorker), within a few pages you'll see an ad for a rolex, or some other chronographic marvel. It's not just about getting to the bus stop on time, it's also about the design, the open face, so you can see all those wheels and gears spinning, and that anyone who spots it on your wrist will be impressed.


Ancient cultures kept track of time too. Mayans, aztecs, Chaco canyon/anasazi culture, greeks, the list is long. In many ways, marvelously creative - from Stonehenge to an hourglass.

Does anyone reading this not have a small clock/radio/alarm at their bedside, to rouse themselves to make that morning java? OK, maybe you just figure the dog will wake you up.
No *dawg* here, just kcbs.fm, at 6 AM, all news, every topic on the tens.
There we go again - time! - every topic refreshed...on the tens'!
Come back for more - i have many watches to show you!


Monday, October 3, 2016

Secrets


What is this blog about? In a nutshell, it's about black and white darkroom photomontage. Every few weeks or so, a new image with a few words about it, kinda poetic, philosophical. 
For more details - check out the archive, the first post, April 26, 2015.
If you like what you see here, go to: www.bobbennettphoto.net
Also check out my self-published books:
California Beach Trip: http://www.amazon.com/dp/1364579138

Previews of all at:


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This one's about a secret, hidden in the sky, the clouds, the ether. You can just barely make it out, the door is locked... or is it? And if you turn the handle and open it, what lies beyond? Are you ready for that? It might be nice.... or maybe not exactly nice, but mysterious and perhaps inscrutable. Here's what it might look like:


Ready or not, here you go.


Sunday, September 4, 2016

Take a seat...


Take a seat on an abandoned decrepit chair on the beach. 
In a surreally oversized driftwood shelter. Let your thoughts wander. 
Watch the fading sunset light. Did i mention your cell phone should be turned off? 
Well, now i have.

Stop. Sit. Think. Pay attention to the real world. 
The chair, the driftwood, the sunset.


After many years of making darkroom photomontage ( since the late 80's), 
and not being able to get arrested for it 
except for a few appearances in competitive group shows, 
and some assignment illustrations in various magazines 
....I am designing & publishing books I make at Blurb with 'Bookify' 
- two of them are on Amazon, one is at Blurb.

'California Beach Trip':
On Amazon:


'Desert Trip'
On Amazon:


'Seeking the Vibe'
On Blurb:

Previews of all at:


Friday, August 19, 2016

Ascension


Climb the steps in a forbidding desert landscape ...your final destination - unknown.




As you climb, an apparition appears in the sky - 
'there are many answers to all questions'.



Is this advice of some sort?
A riddle?
A paradox?? - stair-steps against a vast nothingness?
Here's what my Mac's thesaurus has to say about that:

I used this in another montage, equally mysterious:
Yes, 'many answers to all questions'.
Also?...'ask me no questions, i'll tell you no lies'.
Put both in yer pipe and smoke 'em up, real good.
Come back again in a few weeks for more of whatever it is i have been delivering up...
Visual riddles?
Paradoxes?
:-)

Sunday, July 31, 2016

Dunes Music


What is this blog about? In a nutshell, it's about black and white darkroom photomontage. Every few weeks, a new image with a few words about it, kinda poetic, philosophical. 
For more details - check out the archive, the first post, April 26, 2015.
If you like what you see here, go to: www.bobbennettphoto.net
Also check out my self-published books:
California Beach Trip: http://www.amazon.com/dp/1364579138


Do you think perhaps artists might be able to make images that say something about the world that they are not even aware of? Do we somehow manage to channel a deeper source?



Far be it for me to claim such, but...I printed this over 20 years ago, for 2 reasons:

1 - A walk on the beach is full of all kinds of music, the surf, the waves, the wind, the sand - they all sing a song, carry a tune of sorts.

2 - The organ pipes blended nicely into the columns of eroded sand.

I printed this image long before i heard about 'singing sands'.


"Singing sand dunes, an example of the phenomenon of singing sand, produce a sound described as roaring, booming, squeaking, or the "Song of Dunes". This is a natural sound phenomenon of up to 105 decibels, lasting as long as several minutes, that occurs in about 35 desert locations around the world. The sound is similar to a loud low-pitch rumble. It emanates from crescent-shaped dunes, or barchans. The sound emission accompanies a slumping or avalanching movement of sand, usually triggered by wind passing over the dune or by someone walking near the crest."
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"At roughly 30 locations around the world, sand dunes seem to sing, producing haunting and baffling sounds. Marco Polo noticed the phenomenon in the Gobi Desert. Ancient travelers have heard it in the Sahara. Even Charles Darwin puzzled over it in the Chilean desert. For centuries, no one was able to explain why it happens. Now, engineers Melany Hunt and Christopher Brennen of the California Institute of Technology are on the case. Their theory is that the booming sand dunes act like enormous musical instruments."



Hhmmmm... the world is a pretty interesting place, ain't it?
let's hope we don't destroy it all too soon.


Sunday, July 17, 2016

Window to soul


What is this blog about? In a nutshell, it's about black and white darkroom photomontage. Every few weeks, a new image with a few words about it, kinda poetic, philosophical. 
For more details - check out the archive, the first post, April 26, 2015.
If you like what you see here, go to: www.bobbennettphoto.net

The title is actually multiple choice:

• Window to soul
• Window to your soul
• Window to a soul

These might seem to be similar but if you think about it, they are not.
Read closely, and think.


This one blew in on the west wind, dropped into my head one night in a dream.
The window, shot somewhere in the Mojave, an old abandoned building. 
The cloud, shot from my 12th Ave SF rooftop/5th floor deck, many years ago.
The synchronicity, how & why these two came together? i don't know where it comes from, it just arrives, i am happy for that. Perhaps the window is letting this strange cloud into your vision for a reason? Does the window have some strange mystical properties? Your guess is as good as mine, it can mean whatever you think it may mean, photos are like that, any art is like that, it's all in the eye of the beholder.
I did two versions, one in the darkroom (above), another as a photoshop sketch (below), low res, but a rather interesting version, colored w/ pencils.


Check out my self-published books:


California Beach Trip: http://www.amazon.com/dp/1364579138

'Seeking the vibe' is still working it's way thru Amazon's system - it'll be there soon... i hope.




Saturday, July 2, 2016

Stories to be told



What is this blog about? In a nutshell, it's about black and white darkroom photomontage. Every few weeks, a new image with a few words about it, kinda poetic, philosophical. 
For more details - check out the archive, the first post, April 26, 2015.
If you like what you see here, go to: www.bobbennettphoto.net



So here's this old battered sand-blasted book, lying in the sand at the beach. Are there stories here? Wisdom to be uncovered? You'll never know until you try and turn these pages... and they may crumble in your hand. The rocks/landscape the book leans against also tell stories, but they are much much longer ones - geology is about *long time*, millions of years.


*Read whatever you can*, no matter how it comes your way. You'll be glad you did.
Here's one last word or two, thanks to Rumi:

Oh, you don't know who Rumi was??

“Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.”

“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing 
and rightdoing there is a field.
I'll meet you there.

“What you seek is seeking you.”

“Dance, when you're broken open. 
Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. 
Dance in the middle of the fighting. 
Dance in your blood. 
Dance when you're perfectly free.”

“Forget safety.
Live where you fear to live.
Destroy your reputation.
Be notorious.”

“Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames”

“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing 
and rightdoing there is a field.
I'll meet you there".

If you like the image above, it's in a book i have self published, available on Amazon:
Desert Trip:



Enough said / Fini.



Saturday, June 18, 2016

Dreamer


What is this blog about? In a nutshell, it's about black and white darkroom photomontage. Every few weeks, a new image with a few words about it, kinda poetic, philosophical. 
For more details - check out the archive, the first post, April 26, 2015.
If you like what you see here, go to: www.bobbennettphoto.net

I found this face carved in soft sandstone on Ocean Beach, San Francisco, some years ago. I will hope he is sleeping, dreaming, and not dead. 




Which ended up in this montage image:
V1

which then got amped up a bit:
V2


V3 - Hand-colored

The landscape - the horizon, the two trees - is at Sunset Crater in Arizona. The ragged rocks above it - tufa at Mono Lake in Ca. The lighthouse superimposed at the top is at Pt. Bonita in the Marin headlands, just north of SF.

What does it all mean?
Perhaps dreams foster thoughts ( = the trees, which grow) ...which then beget difficulties of whatever kind (the ragged tufa rocks)... but there is light at the end of this tunnel, the lighthouse shines on.
Perhaps this is about the power of thought, mind over matter?
I don't 'think' much about the meaning of the image as i am making the print.

I wrote a statement many years ago, that stands the test of time:

"I work in a very simple, traditional darkroom - One enlarger, four trays, and a collection of hand tools made from things you can buy at any art supply, or hardware store. I think it was Robert Rauschenberg (correct me, someone/anyone, if my attribution is wrong) who said it best - "It starts by YOU telling the picture what it will be -- in the end, THE PICTURE tells you what IT will be...".
I feel like I take that approach, not through any 'great design', or dogmatic adherence, it's just the way that 'comes naturally' and that is all I am interested in.

I collect negatives by taking myself, and simple camera, to places I love - the California coast, and desert - and start walking. 
I spend a lot of time with my proof sheets, and in a small room, under a dim red bulb. I'm obviously interested in things metaphysical - beyond that 
......it's up to the viewer to decide what's going on. If I haven't figured them out yet, (and I haven't, not really), why should I presume to explain them to anyone else? Many of the pictures just seem to 'happen', because the individual negatives are 'looking for each other'. I'm just a chaperone, and a really loose one at that...... But those were always the best kind of parties, right?

Can't think of any better way to end this post than quote the title to a great Aerosmith song:
"Dream On!"