Saturday, September 23, 2017

Light and Shade from Mesopotamia to the Southwest Desert



A colleague from academia sent me a note from Leuven, the capital of the province of Flemish Brabant in Belgium. He wrote:

“You have been dealing with light and shades since I have known you. I just read about a new study from Germany and thought about you. You should read it.”

Of course I did. It is a quite novel approach to archaeological “diggings” from the academic angle by Mary Shepperson entitled “Sunlight and Sade in the First Cities: a Sensory Archaeology of Early Iraq.(1). There are a number of theses to the publication, but the one that attracted me most was the study of how from ancient Mesopotamia to  the present, we have encroached upon the natural rhythm of existing creatures, humans included, by altering the natural cycles of light through technology. Building cities, their architecture and the impact of artificial light has impacted civilizations by modifying the behavior of people and animals.

.. Of course, to a photographer, especially one like me who does all his work in Black & White, it is all about shades. I like the concept of “sensory archaeology” as I think that it is a perfect description of what an artist does, even if the definition is never as elegant as Mary Shepperson puts it. Artists are about defining, capturing and transmitting the sensory in various forms of art. And, it is impossible not to be an “archaeologist” for we always learn from past works, and build upon the successes of the best practices in transmitting the sensory experience.

Art without the consciousness of archaeology is an empty vessel from which no one can drink.

.. Building a house, planning for the architecture of a neighborhood or that of a city is based both on the utilitarian concept of constructing a comfortable place to live, and the identity of the people who would inhabit these houses. Thus the inevitable imprint of the art and culture of the community upon the architecture of their dwellings and environment.

Regarding construction of a house, the author states:

The salient process is the reciprocal relationship between architecture and human behavior; this sees architecture shaped to accommodate specific practices and meanings, while in return, the material architecture shapes meaning and mode of living for its inhabitants.

This statement reminded me of a famous speech Winston Churchill gave in the House of Commons on October 28, 1944. He said:

      “We shape our buildings, and afterwards, our buildings shape us.”

Having lived in 3 continents, dozens of houses and countless transient dwellings, Churchill’s quote has always been on my mind. Because houses are identity in stone, concrete, wood or steel. The architecture of Amsterdam is more about the willingness of its people to live below sea level than about the parsimonious use of space. And the villages perched upon mountain sides around the Mediterranean is more about independence than bravado.

.. Back to my friend from Leuven. In his note he adds:

“Ancient Mesopotamia built its streets at a diagonal to have shade part of the day under the arc of the sun. We seem to have forgotten the usefulness of such geometry and instead, build at right angle.”

Here is a photo I took in Leuven. A rather typical European architecture. The stone buildings have thick walls to negotiate temperature and luminosity with the sun, the wind, and the seasons.




In contrast, the balconies of Barcelona have always attracted me as they reflect the people’s affinity to communication and perhaps the comfort in closeness.




Yet narrow streets can still provide enough personal space for dreaming. Here is a moment I captured in Ferrara, Italy.



Eventually, it is all about shades of light. A building or a street changes character with the position of the sun and the moon. Here is how I like to think about Amsterdam.



But the sun, rain and vastness of space can also be solemn. I took this photo in Oswiecim, Poland, of the Birkenau “Death Camp” part of the Auschwitz complex. The archaeology, the ending rail lines, the coldness of the rainy evening seemed to have frozen the conflicting identity of various groups of people in time. Or hopefully at one point in time. I tried to summarize the feeling in one frame on B&W film.



Yet that very identity is what makes us identify a group’s attitude behind the walls of structures they build. Take Cairo, Egypt. When I saw the carpets hanging from balconies, I knew I was in an environment when the sun is more than just a source of light and heat – it is part of the daily living process of the inhabitants of this over-crowded city where time has passed over countless generations.



Regarding the relationship of light and time, the author of this study concludes:

Time is, of course, a major concern of architecture, but it is generally approached at the scale of decades, centuries or longer.

Perhaps that is where a photographer does not have the luxury of an archeologist. I do not have decades or centuries to capture passing time. Tempus fugit and I have the urgency of seeing its ravages or blessings.

Here is a sequence of photos I took from Baltimore to Prague, showing attitude, architecture, and the relationship of light and the passing of time.







.. So, when I finished reading the study report, I thought about the few years left to my life under the scorching desert sun of the American Southwest. And my mind escaped to a Christmas evening next to a lake in snowy and cold New England. In that small village, all was silent and cold, yet my dog had that attitude of gratitude. He was old, but healthy. For him, time passed as a daily blessing.



September 23, 2017
©Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2017

(1)Vandenhoeck & Rupercht Cmbh & co. KG. Göttingen ISBN Print: 978352554054 – ISBN E. Book: 9783647540535


Sunday, September 17, 2017

What’s On a Man’s Mind


For more than 3 decades I traveled the globe as a health researcher and academic. I cannot even come close to counting in how many hotels, motels, pensions, and other sites I have slept in beds where many others had had their dreams.

This morning, as I was leafing through a poetry book, I found a piece of paper which I had carried with me during these decades. On it, I had handwritten verses from Boris Pasternak to remind me that one day I have to find a single bed to sleep in and a moment to myself.

It was a very selfish thought, in some ways. But that was on my mind.

The verses from Pasternak were from a poem titled “Out of Superstition” and read :

“The cubbyhole I lie in is a box
Of candied orange-peel.
Soiled by hotel rooms till I reach the morgue –
That’s not for me, I feel.”

Of course, it was Sigmund Freud (it is said) who sketched the optical illusion caricature and called it “What’s on a Man’s Mind”.  



Yet this morning I wonder if indeed that is the primary thought a man has.

However, I must have had that Freudian influence upon me when I took this picture in Barcelona. Like all street photography, it was the split second chance to have that man align with the banner behind him. What was written on the banner made this a Freudian moment when all came together in a frame.


… And the man saw me too!!!


September 17, 2017

© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2017

Monday, August 14, 2017

U.S. Navy Blue Angels and the Arizona Rancher

A few years back, a group of us went into the Chesapeake Bay on a boat to watch the air show of the US Navy Blue Angels. Here is the background about the Blue Angels from Wikipedia:

The Blue Angels is the United States Navy's flight demonstration squadron, with aviators from the Navy and Marines. The Blue Angels team was formed in 1946, making it the second oldest formal flying aerobatic team (under the same name) in the world, after the French Patrouille de France formed in 1931.

The Blue Angels' six demonstration pilots currently fly the McDonnell Douglas F/A-18 Hornet, typically in more than 70 shows at 34 locations throughout the United States each year, where they still employ many of the same practices and techniques used in their aerial displays in their inaugural 1946 season.

The perspective from the water level is much different than from a high rise building. And, from the water one can capture parts of Baltimore and its port as background.

I had taken a few photos with my Nikon F3 and 1970’s Nikkor-P 180mm lens. Upon printing them I realized that there were droplets of water on the lens showing up as dark spots. So, in addition to not being true street photography of people, I threw the photos in a drawer and had forgotten about them.

… Last week, while horseback writing in the desert, I took a few photos of my riding companion, just for fun.  A couple of the moments I captured were unexpected, and after laughing a bit about them, a thought occurred to me:

“Even the most experienced professionals have rare moments of accidents.”

In this case, this rancher who had been on a horse since he was able to chew food (his statement…), dismounted the horse a bit too close to the beast and hurt himself (nothing serious, of course) . I captured that moment without planning, but because of the instinct a street photographer has of anticipating something to happen, unexpectedly.

All this made me think about the Blue Angels. Their “Pegasus” is much more powerful and fast. 
They fly closer than two horses can run together, and if an accident happens, it will be tragic.
So, I dug out my old photos.

This is the water level perspective. Notice the F/A-18 Hornet flying upside down.



This one is my favorite as I was able to align the Hornets with the edge of the silo.



Who said that two Hornets cannot fly along a seagull?



This is from the final moments of the show.


And this upside down Hornet has the tall masts of Baltimore as background.



And now, the contrast with the experienced horse rider who miss-judged the distance between him and the horse upon dismount…



And OUCH!



No worries. He felt fine in a few minutes and we resumed our ride. Although he was sitting gingerly upon his saddle for a while….

August 14, 2017

© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2017

Thursday, July 27, 2017

Reactions to a Street Photographer


 Street photography captures people (well, most of the time…) in their natural moment. That means the photographer should not alter the posture, action or behavior of the subject.

There are techniques one learns to achieve the above. How to be inconspicuous, how to predict a scene just about to happen and be ready for that one click, and how to avoid eye contact with the subject. Of course, the camera used is also of importance – a hug, loud and clumsy camera will certainly be noticed by all around. And when one puts a camera in front of his face and points it to a subject, the moment is often interfered with and changed. That is why a favorite camera remains a TLR (Twin Lens Reflex) when one looks down into the viewfinder and subjects do not know a picture is being taken. The TLR was built for film photography, although (for those who can financially afford it) Rolleiflex now makes digital versions of that camera.

Recently I have many wildlife representatives around my house. Deer, peccary (javelin) and cougar (mountain lion) pay daily visits and sometimes allow me to come close enough for “street photography”. I have to admit that I have not seen the cougar up close, and, I really do not want to!
So, I decided to capture the look these animals have when I get close to them with a 1950’s Rolleiflex!

… The deer was first. A young doe was crossing the street when I whistled a few times. She stopped and got curious. I slowly moved closer. When I printed the photo, after enlarging it quite a bit, I noticed the look. It was a curious yet surprised look. There was actually an expression that one can identify with as a human.




Peccary look like wild boar, but they are a different species. They get large in neighborhood where food is easily available for minimal work. They destroy gardens and uproot many plants. They can also attack dogs to protect their young in the spring and summer.
This one was uprooting small tree saplings in my yard. I came close and she gave me that silly look. Then went back to being destructive!



Woman in Paris. I love taking photos of women wearing a beret. I find it nostalgic and am always amazed how personality of a woman can be discovered by the way she tilts, folds, wrinkles or plays with her beret. This woman was in front of the Notre Dame Cathedral and clearly a rebel in her clothing style. She saw me walking around with my Mamiya 645 and guessed that I would take a photo of her. Her reaction? She ignored me with a body language that said “ I am not going to look at you, but if you want a photo, here it is!”



Woman in Morocco. She also knew I was taking photos. Her reaction? She shut her eyes. It always amazes me that people try to “escape” a photographer by shutting their eyes. “If I do not see you, you do not exist”….



Woman in South Africa. She was aware that although I did not have a camera in front of my face, I was still taking photos with that strange looking and old camera. So, she played another evasive role: “I will be subtle in posing for you, without admitting that I know you are taking photos.”


…And so it goes.

July 27, 2017
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2017



Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Das Volk Dichtet



Indeed, “the people create poetry.”

While walking with my dog next to an impromptu water run-off due to the heavy rains, I saw this piece of concrete that had been painted upon. There would have been nothing attractive about the old stone wall in the background and the slab of concrete. Except that now it was a canvas and a frame.

Someone had given the ordinary moment and environment an extra-terrestrial feel!

… Perhaps the best poems are the ones that do not use words, cadence or rhyme. Perhaps it is the act of transforming the ordinary into the memorable. The terrestrial into another sphere. And the otherwise unattractive what a man walking his dog would bring back home as a great moment.

July 26, 2017

© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2017

Friday, July 21, 2017

Anthropomorphism with Street Mops


Years ago, I took a photo of mops in Taipei during my early morning walk. Somehow the impromptu frame appealed to me from a cultural angle, as the texture of the background and the “attitude” of the mops did fit perfectly in the framework of Asian hospitality I cherished for decades. And I was not alone in that impression, as this photo became popular in Taiwan.


A few days ago I came across another street moment, again involving mops. As I saw them leaning on the chain, I smiled. Almost the same mops, but a totally different attitude! But I did not feel the calm I had felt when I clicked my 1969 Nikon F in Taipei – this time it was tenser. These mops seemed either exhausted or worried.




…When I looked at the new photo, I wondered: what I saw in those moments were they the attitudes of the mops or my own mindset?

July 21, 2017

© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2017

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Look Past your Thoughts and you May Drink the Pure Nectar of this Moment – Rumi



I am not a wildlife photographer, but life is all I photograph.

Two mornings ago I sat in my usual spot on the balcony just before sunset, to have my coffee. My dog already had his morning walk and was sleeping under my chair. I had added new nectar water to the humming bird feeder and waited for them to have their breakfast before me.

Soon, I could hear the high rolling pitch of wings and the first humming bird came to drink. It is part of my morning ceremony to watch them enjoy the sugary water and fly back and forth. This morning there were two of them competing for that nectar. Their fast flight and challenging each other for the best water hole was most enjoyable to watch.


I had not taken pictures of them before. After all, they are birds and I have not looked for a story behind their drinking from the feeder. But, given the farandole of aerial dancing these two did, decided to test how my 1970s Nikkor–H 180mm would do in low light and fast moving subjects. I opened the lens to its fullest at 2.8.


After a few clicks, I saw a large bee in my viewfinder. It was flying around the feeder. I knew that the watering hole was too narrow for a bee to get in – it is made for the long and slim beak of the hummingbird. Yet, the bee smelled the sugary nectar and was eager to get its share.


Then something amazing happened. The bee sat on the tail of the hummingbird and waited for it to drink. When the hummingbird flew away, the bee went to the water hole. The process was repeated numerous times. I could not see the bee on the feeder, but guessed that there were some droplets of the nectar that smeared the edge of the hole when the hummingbird retracted its beak from it.


And the bee got its share.

This symbiotic cooperation was unknown to me, but this is a world where I do not venture a lot. It was my 180mm lens that got me closer to see and celebrate.

Unknowingly, I had gone past my thoughts and this observation was my own nectar of discovery.



… I put my camera down, rubbed my dog behind the ears, and watched the first rays of the sun paint the mountain top in orange and gold.

July 19, 2017

© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2017