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Summer is Over

This week, I helped my friend who really needed a break and said that I would look after her dog while she was cycling in the hillier regions of Saxony and Thuringia. After many walks with the dog through the forest and around the lake I can tell you: summer is definitely coming to an end. The leaves are starting to turn, not only on the trees but also on the water lilies. The big plate-like leaves that swam so green and happily on the lake are now wilting and showing that sickly yellow colour (which will be perceived as golden and beautiful if it shows up at the right time, i.e. weeks later) and they are preparing to sink to the bottom of the lake just as they always do when autumn comes. And it is here already, in August, yes. Autumn has sneaked in stealthily. Unbelievable but true, and many people around here know it.

I normally welcome the change of the seasons but mid-August and the leaves are turning…that’s just way too early! I hope all you guys had a much better summer or are actually still in the midst of it as it should be. I know parts of Canada are in the same dismal situation we in the Northern party of Germany are in; as I heard autumn was approaching fast in Alberta at the beginning of August already.

All this is very sad. I’m not going to stick my head in the sand now; it’s still warm, even if the amounts of rain pouring down on us are of biblical proportions. All the same, here are my best summer pics. It was pretty and maybe we’ll have a few more nice days. But summer proper is over and a very short one it was, too.

This last one is a favourite. The area is a nature reserve near my house. It’s been raining so much this summer that the entire area is now impassable as you can see here:

And last but not least, below is the kind of view that I love most about summer in the Northern Plains and that I will miss very much. See the fat clouds and the equally round and fat trees? Mirror images of one another, great friends and embittered foes, lovers and partners in crime, companions of especially Flemish landscape painters throughout the centuries and signature lanscape items where I am from:

Counter the incredible boredom of private lives

Blogging can be hard if you only have personal things to talk about, I think, things that are interesting to yourself but only because you are who you are. It is much easier writing about something that you know a lot about and that is interesting to a range of people regardless of whether they know you or not. Funnily enough, if you are some kind of health care guru or spiritual person the realm of the interesting can include personal matters as well, but for normal folk it usually doesn’t. (I think this is the first time in years I have used ‘normal’ without scare quotes.)

There is one blogger whom I greatly admire for his distanced and yet personable voice and the quality of his posts. Dan Jurak, who is a Canadian photographer, posts reguarly, which I appreciate, and he is very consistent in the kinds of things he writes. There is usually a problem of sorts, e.g. ‘how to take a good picture when the light is bad’, and Dan gives expert advice interwoven with anecdotal evidence. Very nice. Here’s an example:

The sun was ten minutes from setting when I came upon a field flush with foxtails. Foxtails for those that don’t know are a weed on the prairie. There was some kind of construction going on in what last year was a field of canola. No crop this year and the weeds had taken it over. I don’t often see fields without crops around here. It makes no sense for the land owner to lose income for the year.

So I hopped out once again into the wind and the mosquitoes. As I write this, I am still coughing up one of the unfortunate guys that I inhaled. I shot til a few minutes after the sun set, not confident that I had anything. My intended cloud was becoming darker and further away by the moment. There would be other days chasing clouds.

I processed a few images and chose this one to post. Not what I intended. Nothing at all for what I had hoped. That’s how it usually goes.

Photography is an easy subject to comingle the personal with the impersonal. I try doing that with sociology because that’s my field of expertise but have so far found that to be much, much harder. I don’t think it needs to be, to be honest, and maybe all it takes is a bit of practice to make sociological analysis come easy. Here’s the first reason why I think I should try it anyway:

Sociology is a purely academic discipline; you cannot be an independent sociological consultant, for instance, great though that would be. No, when you’re a sociologist you’re working in an institution or on a project, and when you’re an independent sociologist, well, then you’re saying in a euphemistic way that you’re unemployed. So sociologists are tucked away in universities and worry their little heads about very serious problems, no doubt, but probably the kind of problems that requires a PhD to even identify. Meanwhile, Joe Bloggs walks along, identifies some sort of problem and instantly attribute cause and blame to persons rather than structures because he has never learned that there are such things as social structures. (Politicians don’t seem to have heard that one either, or would like to forget it I guess. It’s them that need the biggest dose of sociological insight, I tells ya.) Structures are constraining or enabling, as the case may be. They are the strings that hold back single mums from, generally speaking, having a great career or that cause poor kids not to waste too much thought on getting a university education because they know that they will have to start earning money early on to support their parents.

How does this connect with photography? Look at the two photos below. They aren’t particularly great shots but they may serve to make a point. The first one zooms into a segment of the view, the full extent of which you can see in the second photo.

From an aesthetic point of view I personally prefer the first photo. It focuses on a few nice gables, then there’s the spire – kinda neat. But what’s the problem with it? It has no good base line – the viewer doesn’t know where the photographer is situated – and it is therefore unclear what the photo relates to. Ultimately, the shot therefore remains meaningless. For it to be meaningful the gables would have to be a lot more special or the tower of a rare style, so as it is, the photo is lacking something.

It is different with the second shot. This one tells you straight away how the view relates to the photographer in terms of space; her position is slightly elevated (1st floor in fact) and she probably took this photo from within a building. There is a foreground, a yard that mostly belongs to next door while the green wall forms a sort of boundary for the area in which the photographer is located. And then there are the gables in the distance. This photo gives you a lot more information, both about the photographer as well as about the subjective meaning of the gables: they may well be the pretty orientation points in the distance that detract the viewers focus from the mundane in the foreground. Still not a great shot but one that tells you more and that invites you to wonder if this is maybe a view out of a window in someone’s apartment (it is) and could you imagine living with that view, what kind of view would you like if you could choose…

One photo is abstract and harder to relate to, the other one isn’t, and I think it is like this with social life too if we consider the enabling and constraining structures that affect people’s thoughts and actions. These structures are social but they are as real as the window from in the second picture: if you want to represent the view then it’s got to be there and then this is what it looks like. It’s not an ideal view but such is life. Likewise, if you want to represent the complexitiy of social life so that others can understand it, then you also have to give it full attention, and that means including social facts such as family background, education, income, gender, race etc. and cultural factors such as values and norms in the analysis. And in order to do that so that other people understand it too, you have to come out of that little ivory tower and walk the walk, too. People have to be able to relate, as it is when they realise how that abstract stuff affects themselves too that they begin to take an interest.

So, this is a long-winded way of saying that blogging can be a fantastic way of intermingling personal anecdotal evidence with expert insight. I hope that Bookling’s World can be testimony to this in future much more so than it has been in the past.

Changing colours I

From www.stern.de

I have had a lot on my plate these past weeks and haven’t been able to write about anything very much. Life has been good, so I lived it instead of reflecting on it on this here blog. There was one thing last week that I did want to share here though.

Just out of curiosity, has anyone noticed the striking resemblance between this man above and this amphibian creature here?

From www.redbox.de

The man is Philip Rösler, new leader of the German Free Democrats (liberal), the gecko/chameleon is the cute star of a TV commercial that you can check out in full here. Note how the little green guy adopts the colour of that which he wants most, in this case of the yellow yoghurt. Another striking semblance between Rösler (and many other politicians, think of ‘Dave the Chameleon’) and the wee gecko man. ‘Cute’ is probably not an attribute that Rösler will go by though.

Further observations on changing colours to follow soon.

My best photos

I decided to put my best photos on RedBubble so that they may go out into the world and bring joy to other geeky persons who also like pictures of transquility. I didn’t know that that’s what I am particularly interested in but looking through hundreds of photos I must say, yes, tranquility is my thing. Perhaps because I am such a volcano of passion myself – not, or in a super-reduced way (can you be volcanic whilst sitting at the desk quietly?).

Here are my best photos:

Blue, Blue, Blue

Reflection with Rock

The Wind in the Barley

Field of Gold

In the Greenhouse

Waiting for the Guests to Arrive

Play me

Lost & Found

Winter Sunset with Sheep

Coming Home

A Sunday in the city

I visited a friend in Berlin last Sunday. As everyone who works in the cultural sector in Berlin, my friend works very hard and is very underpaid. What she needed was a day away from the city, a bit of green space, a bit of letting the soul and heart breathe fresher air.

I suggested that we visit the Domäne Dahlem. Dahlem is probably the nicest (if posh qualifies as nice) part of Berlin. The houses are grand and, to be honest, each one of them probably deserves to be called a villa rather than a mere house. Many an entrance area in Dahlem is lined with pillars and hedges in geometrical shapes. In other words, this is a pretty well-to-do area.

The Domäne Dahlem is an open-air museum situated on what was formerly the Dahlem Manor. Its main purpose is to demonstrate to silly urbanites what country living is all about. It’s all very romantic and pretty. The cabbages lie about lazily as do sheep and pigs; cows graze languidly, horses turn their backsides to the ammassed pretty families that walk past with their offspring (the price for one of these cute kids’ outfits would feed a family of four for a whole month), goats jump about in their paddock, and all sorts of greenery that no one’s ever seen before grows in neat rows. That’s the Domäne Dahlme for you.

I thought the pigs were particularly fascinating, and we weren’t the only ones who thought so: A small child entered the premises as we left them and instantly shouted “I want to see the pigs! The pigs are my favourite!” I don’t blame the kid because there is something about pigs…It’s not only the cute tail which, as we found out, is sometimes curled up and sometimes hangs down. Here are two pictures to prove the general cuteness of pigs and the changeability of their tails:

Sometimes the tails just hang down, sometimes they don’t.

It was good to be out there; the mixture between city limits and country life worked, I thought. A great place for families for sure. I think the parents got as excited about the animals as the children did! That much was plain to see in the case of the cart pulled by a bull:

See, more adults than children!!

We had a lovely afternoon and talked about the simple life we could have in the future. Whilst we were walking amidst the posh people and their lovely villas in the background. Then we boarded the train and returned to my friend’s inner-city greyish apartment house with her little Ikea-styke flat. A horsie bid us good-bye as we turned to leave. What a wonderful Sunday in the city!

Must be hard being a bee…

…when people are only interested in your knees.

Do we ever consider bees’ hair? Or the shape of their faces? I don’t think we give bees enough consideration. All that we’re interested in are their knees and that’s that.

Poor bees.

New medium

The immediate result of bumming around the virtual art world on Sunday for me was to

a) buy myself an art magazine to help me get that creative imagination going again. I got the current issue of the Leisure Painter which this month is all about plein air painting; quite cute actually.

b) I bought myself a set of watercolours and heavy paper. This was a big step for me as I used to think watercolours are a bit lame. Then again, they’re really small and dry quick, and the reason I don’t paint so much at the moment is that oils take ages to dry. I’m not that good with watercolours yet, probably because I want to use them like oils, but I enjoyed the playing around with colours. The tulip here was the first thing I did when I tried out the brush. Sometimes letting the brush and the paint do what it wants is the easiest thing (especially when you’re completely unfamiliar with the new medium).

Point being: Virtual world wandering can have interesting real world effects, especially when it comes to painting and drawing actually. Artists get most of their inspiration from looking at other artists’ representations of the real world, and if the Leisure Painter is anything to go by (which I’m not sure it is) then a lot of plein air painting actually happens with the help of a digital photograph. Like with digital photos, none of the images we create are unique, and yet some of them, the great paintings of our time, have the power to move people, to inspire them, to make them go thought-paths they have never gone before. It’s quite mysterious, then, this whole painting business, mysterious and quotidian at the same time.

My watercolour work is definitely quotidian and it’s great fun so far. I’m not sure how far I want to go with this – I miss that feeling of loading the brush with paint, of mixing the hues up on the canvas and all that…but watercolours have a few perks of their own I suppose, and I shall explore them by and by.

Every day is a school day!

I just learned how to take a screenshot! How exciting! This changes everything. Here is what it looks like:

I remember about two years ago I was chatting with my friend John on Skype and he sent me a screenshot of something and I was completely wowed. I have now caught up with him, you hear me, John! Better late than never.

Why do photos of tulips always look boring?

Here are a few examples.

Is it the colour maybe? I’ve seen a great many back-and-white tulips in my time, or rather photos thereof I should say. So maybe this is better?

Beautiful discovery

I am in the process of transcribing research interviews. For those of you who have never had to go through this, it means listening to a recorded interview and then transcribing as accurately as possible every word fragment, pause and sentence, be it ever so unintelligible. It usually takes about 3-4 hours to transcribe 30 minutes. Most interviews go over one hour and take about a week to transcribe (because you can only do so much of this mind-numbing activity per day). One gets faster after a while…But anyway, because I am transcribing at the moment I naturally browse the internet a lot, looking up books on themes that arise in the interview at hand, or just generally procrastinating.

And that’s how I discovered this very special blog. It’s beautiful not only as an idea and because the oil sketches are easy on the eye but also because they come with lovely little notes. Each painting has a story attached to it, and I find that really neat. The picture here for instance, which is titled ‘Proustian’, comes with this wee anecdote:

He looked very smart, and I just love sentimentalists. I myself have a thing for John Singer Sargent, who was a contemporary of Proust, so I can understand the attraction to certain artist of the Victorian era who weren’t particularly Victorian. Of Proust, I know very little. This young man could probably tell you a lot.

I loved his long coat, and barbered sideburns. He was talking with two friends about the author Marguerite Duras, a French colonialist reared in Viet Nam. I don’t know which book it was…sorry.

Intelligent and warm, innit. What’s also fascinating about this blog is that it gives an insight into the artist’s life which seems to basically revolve around hanging out in coffee houses to find people to stare at and then paint. (Yes, people, not goats.) Perhaps even that would get uneventful and boring after a while but it sounds pretty good from where I am sitting!

Back to transcribing.