My husband is a magician. Not only can he see beauty though the lens of his camera, but in post processing, he can emphasize whatever he wants. Recently, he’s put the emphasis on my quilts. I love what he can do, don’t you?
Yesterday found us riding backroads with quilts and cameras in the car. We ended up at The Farm House. An old sharecropper’s cabin with numerous additions, good food, and decor to please any southern girl; it’s one of our favorite destinations.
We had a nice lunch in the dining room with a fire burning in the open fireplace. Outside, guineas were roaming around, a scarecrow was standing guard, and piles of pumpkins adding color. The menu included candied sweet potatoes, turnip greens, and corn muffins – more evidence that this is a place to please any county soul.
Surrounded by old quilts, old baskets, old ironstone, I feel like I’m visiting relatives from my childhood. Since much of it is for sale, visitors can take elements of the past home.
I personally brought a wreath with a crow inside, and a pair of earrings made from feathers from the wandering guineas.
The owner gave us permission to take all the photos we wanted; her goal is to share this place with all who will love it. Quilts posed on farm implements, beside pumpkins, in the garden, and on the porch.
My talented husband worked his magic in post processing. Some samples are here, more (with details of these quilts) will follow in upcoming posts.
Watching some YouTube videos on the art of photography led me down a rabbit hole. I’ve fallen into the world of street photography, past and present.
My photographer husband and I started out looking at videos on focusing technique with various cameras and lenses. We viewed first one, then the other online tutorial with a master, and ended up exploring a lot of street photography. Wikipedia confirmed my notion that today’s street photographer makes art using his camera lens to capture images of life. People going about their daily lives, or a combination of line and light, might be all it takes to record a thought-provoking image that transforms the viewer.
But I recalled evidence of street photography of a different sort in our drawers and boxes of old photos. Every family probably can find images like these I’ve included of family and friends. Black and white images printed on heavyweight professional paper; all of ours measure 4” x 6”.
In the 1930’s, ‘40’s and maybe into the ’50’s, studio photographers could be found snapping photos of people on city streets. I wondered if there was some forerunner of Polaroids that allowed instant printing of the image, but a bit of research said that was not the case. These photographers were sometimes hired by big department stores, but more often were from local portrait studios. The candids were taken and a business card was given to the subject. The hope was that a visit to the studio to collect the photo would result in more portrait appointments.
I am thoroughly intrigued by the notion of both kinds of street photography. Just what I need; another hobby. But, the memories of the old images we have led to the discovery of some newer ones we have made already and I’m already incorporating one into an art quilt. Oh, my, what have I started?
Photos: black and white images are Jim’s Dad, Edwin Gilreath in Atlanta, and family friends somewhere I don’t know. The color image is one I shot of two guys on their way to watch a bicycle race in downtown Macon, GA, in 2006.