The Death of Photography? The Rise of Newsvine.
Monday, December 10, 2007
A recent Newsweek article asks the question, "Is photography dead?"—asks whether, in the words of writer Peter Plagens, "the entire medium hasn't fractured itself beyond all recognition." It is possible, Plagens goes on to say, that the medium (now so digitally ripe, so easily manipulated) has lost its soul, lost touch with truth. Says Plagens: "The next great photographers—if there are to be any—will have to find a way to reclaim photography's special link to reality. And they'll have to do it in a brand-new way."
I bought a new camera recently, and it's one incredible piece of equipment. I didn't read a novel last week because I was reading the manual instead, and every time I think that I've got one of the functions down, I trip up against another button and wonder what it does. In the end, however, I want the same thing from this camera that I have wanted from any camera, including the little pin-hole oatmeal carton version I made in elementary school. I want to preserve things. I want to be able to study—at length, later—something that I've only glimpsed at in real time. I only want the truth from my images, but I know that that does not mean that I have necessarily captured soul. No function button is going to give me that. Only my ability to bear witness. (I'm still working on that; I'll always be working on that.)
On another topic altogether (but one that feels related), I was interviewed by Scott Butki last week, about two recent books, UNDERCOVER and ZENOBIA. Over the course of the interview, I learned a little something about what Scott does with his Newsvine, and it's fascinating. "Newsvine is a place with more than 100 writers writing about everything from the best current music to suggesting drinking games for the election debates to talking sports," he explains about this site, which was bought three months ago by MSNBC. In addition to interviewing fascinating people such as Roger Ebert, Robert Parker, Mary Higgins Clark, and Stewart Copeland of the Police, Scott himself writes frequently about media ethics and (at this very moment) the writers' strike.
In any case, as one who can barely figure out how to embed links into her own blog (wait, that's right, I haven't figured that out yet, despite the best efforts of my friend Nettie Hartsock and the incredible blogger Toby Bloomberg), I'm very impressed with what Scott has created and grateful to him for including me in the process. You can visit Newsvine at http://sbutki.newsvine.com/.
1 comments:
Hi Beth -
As with you, my camera is my second pair of eyes. My memory archive. My secret garden, each individual photo harbored in the earth like flowers and grasses and bushes. In my leisure time I open the gate and wander down those stone paths, revisiting small and large, little and vast. A bug. The wedding of my eldest son. A single leaf on a barren tree. My mother-in-law’s 80th birthday. My camera goes everywhere. As do my eyes. My mind. My imagination.
Then. I walk into a London Café (a family/pre-Christmas visit to this amazing city) to order some lunch. I unstrap my rucksack. To pay, that’s all. Though, of course - that is certainly not all. For - BANG! - my camera shoots off my shoulder, right into the hard, stone floor. It was resting on my shoulder. For one brief second I had forgotten its existence. The same amount of time it took to smash its vital organs into a sudden and final death.
After this my London visit was somehow not the same. I had to see through my own eyes only. I am still not sure whether this was/is a good or bad thing. Perhaps I rely too much on those lenses, that small, black memory card......
Needless to say I am still in mourning. I am trying using my son’s camera now. It doesn’t feel quite the same in my hands. I have no idea what all those buttons are for, and why the flash pops up when I really don’t like artificial lightening. I have asked Father Christmas if he wouldn’t mind granting me another wish. But as he just sent me a new Mac, I really don’t think I am in front of the queue......
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