A collection of striking black & white photographs shot on film
This essay consists of photographs and stories by Robert Davie, Joe Ticar and myself. In this precise order. Enjoy!
I call this one “Angles”. In its physical existence the object photographed is a tractor sitting in a shed at the Yorkshire Museum of Farming near York, UK. — Robert Davie
I call this one “Angles”. In its physical existence the object photographed is a tractor sitting in a shed at the Yorkshire Museum of Farming near York, UK.
That might sound like an odd way to describe a photograph but it makes sense if you think about it for a second. The photograph is not the tractor. A photograph is not the thing it depicts. A photograph is a piece of art created by sifting physical reality through the creative tendencies of a human being and some amount of physical process depending on the medium. The question of whether photography is art will last forever. My own opinion is “it can be”. Much as paint can become art, a blank film in a camera can become art.
Coming back to this particular photograph, the information that it is showing a piece of farm machinery from a particular angle is completely unimportant and frankly uninteresting. I choose to see it as representative of the fractured nature of reality based on perception and angle of view. One of my favourite quotes from “The Matrix “ is “Eventually you come to realise that it is not the spoon that bends, it is yourself”. We create our own reality by will or by accident and my reality naturally influences how I interpret art and how I form my own photographs.
Our farming heritage is important. Without the move from Hunter-Gatherer to Farmer we would not have society as it exists today. Whilst some could argue that would be a good thing, it would certainly be a very different world. One of the next great leaps forward was the mechanisation of farming. Levers played a major part in the control of this process, and indeed levers are a wonderful metaphor for the transition of our species away from the earth and towards their own destiny. Truly Humankind generally believes that they are seperate from the earth and able to exist without considering it. Workers of the land know differently, our future and that of the land are inextricable joined and levers that act upon it also act upon ourselves.
When making this photograph I felt hemmed in, short of breath and fearful. — Robert Davie
Life places many bars in our way. We butt up against them and they leave their marks from the pressure in our flesh. Some of those bars are rusted and pitted. They cut and pierce us and leave scars that will last a lifetime.
When making this photograph I felt hemmed in, short of breath and fearful. I could almost taste the rusted iron and sense the sharp edges of rust with the hairs on my arms. It draws me in and imprisons me within my own creation.
After midnight, a walk through the normally-busy streets of Toronto reveals a city that’s in between comfortable sleep and complete wakefulness.
…Stunning Canadian landscapes that kept us glued to the window from dusk to dawn. — dmitrizzle
A few years ago, Betty and I rode a train across Canada, between Edmonto AB and Vancouver BC. We were lucky enough to have a nice sleeper cabin for just the two of us. “Travel in style” they said, “Sleep in comfort” they said. But neither of us could get much shut-eye.
The reason: stunning Canadian landscapes that kept us glued to the window from dusk to dawn, unable to blink. Over the course of days the scenery changed from mountain ranges, white peaks and dark green pine forests to dry, stretching hills. And then back again to something completely new, like the endless praries of Alberta.
I took this shot in the connecting hallway between train cars as the they drifted along at 5AM in the morning. Lomo Monochrome film, loaded in Diana Mini.
Vancouver, Canada is known to be a city sandwitched between the amazing West Coast Rockies and the Pacific Ocean. National parks stretch across the peaks of snow-covered mountains and the serene high-altitude lakes. Quet, cold and beautiful.
Canadian Rockies are beautiful, but they are not for everyone. They could get cold, dangerous and uncomfortable. I’ve been told that a certain someone wast crying at the camp grounds because it was cold and there were bugs. It wasn’t like that for me of course; I love it.
…As the train sailed across the Canadian mountainous terrain, tiny houses would show up along the way. Whenever we passed them by, I wondered what’s life like for the people who exist in places like that.
Not all Vancouver properties look great.
A major rail connection close to downtown Vancouver, BC.