Janet Worne - Thoughtful Photography

Tessa the Paper Dog

   Tessa, my retired search and rescue dog, has found new employment as a Paper Dog. Every morning she fetches the newspaper from the end of the driveway. Two papers on Sundays. Teaching her this was my Father's Day present to my husband. This was my first experimentation with a Flipvideo camera. It was easy to use and small enough to take anywhere.

Albuquerque Photographers Gallery

Since retiring from the fulfilling-yet-financially struggling world of newspaper photography, my work has begun a new direction. I have joined the Albuquerque Photographers Gallery in Old Town. The official website description reads:

“The Albuquerque Photographers Gallery is the only cooperative art gallery in New Mexico dedicated solely to exhibiting and promoting contemporary fine-art photography by local photographers.”

This is a new adventure for me and living in New Mexico has given me a fresh array of subjects to explore visually. I am the tenth member and I enjoy being part of a community of photographers again. Because this is a coop, I take my turn working in the gallery 3 days a month. It’s wonderful to be out talking to people about photography and their experiences in New Mexico.

I like to think that there was art in all my photojournalism work, but now I have a venue to pursue art for art sake.

Unintentional Sabbatical

I know, I know. I have fallen off the face of the blogosphere. My computer died a while back and it was in and out of the shop for three weeks. I felt like I had both hands tied behind my back. Nothing was right with the world until I got my computer back. I finally got it back with a new (bigger) hard drive, new display, new housing, two new fans and a few other little odds and ends—all this a few days BEFORE my warranty expired. This was quite an ad for the benefits of paying extra for Apple Care on a new Mac.

So that doesn’t explain my extended absence. I guess it’s like belonging to a gym and getting into a routine of always going at a particular time without fail. Then your schedule changes or you get sick and your routine goes out the window. It is so hard to get back into it. Pathetic, I know, but that’s my excuse and I’m sticking with it.

Maybe I needed a break. I think I’m going through some sort of major change now and I don’t know yet how this is going to end up. I was a staff photographer for newspapers for 26 years and that ended abruptly when I quit and moved to New Mexico. As we all know newspapers are hurting and unlikely to recover any time soon, if ever. Work for freelance photographers is almost non-existent here so I find I must reinvent myself. I keep telling myself: change is good, change is exciting. It’s like a death/rebirth thing. If I work at it, the new me can be even better than before.

History is full of women artists and photographers who took risks and made the necessary changes in their lives so that they could live up to their potential and express themselves artistically.

Maybe if I take inspiration from these women who went before me I can find the strength to take new risks and step into the next chapter of my life with confidence. I will try to do that in future postings by looking backward at the lives of some of these brave women so that I may look forward to my future life, whatever it may hold.

Happy Birthday Hilary

My baby girl is 26. Yikes!!!

Happy Birthday Tessa

My dog, Tessa, is 6 years old today. It's hard to believe.
She is still an amazing dog with a personality that won't quit. She was a search and rescue dog for 4 years. The very first mission I took her on was as a small puppy. It was a house fire and one person was missing inside. My older dog, Dakhota, found the body and afterward, when the firefighters were finishing up, I walked Tessa around the scene to get her used to uneven footing and all the smells.

Happy Birthday Heather

Well--almost. My oldest daughter turns 30 (yikes!) on April 25th but I will be out of town then so this birthday wish is a little early.

This was taken 27 years ago on a drive trip across the country. I told her to run up and down a hill, yelling at the top of her lungs, during a rest stop to let off steam. What a cutie!

Deeper Sense of Wonder

Remember when you first started out in photography? Maybe you’re there now. Everything is brand new. Exciting. You’re like a child seeing the world for the first time. And now, with a camera in your hand, you can capture that excitement in a way no one else can and hold it frozen forever in the magic of your photographs.

Fast-forward 27 years. You’ve been fortunate enough to have made your living out of that love of photography. It has been a wonderful, exciting time yet you realize that all those years of trying to please editors and molding your vision to someone else’s story has changed your perspective. Reading the Minor White quote in yesterday’s post you concede that maybe you’ve lost some of that youthful “innocence of eye”. Perhaps you dig through some of your work from your carefree early days. You see that you lacked the experience and skills you now possess but there is a playfulness and freshness that is currently missing from your work. What happened?

This is where I find myself now. As an adult, my viewpoint is not as fresh as that of a child because my eye is tainted by the lens of experience. I often wonder, can I recapture the magic and still retain what I have gained from experience and maturity? The real trick may be to let go of the voices in my head telling me to shoot what they (the editors) want and to rediscover what makes me happy. I think what most editors want is that freshness and sense of wonder anyway.

Perhaps now, with a renewed self-awareness about my work, I can come full circle and find within myself an even deeper sense of wonder.

Today I Have Hope

 
On the eve of Barack Obama’s inauguration I am thinking about race relations in our country and what this new president means to America.

I grew up in a small Quaker neighborhood in Delaware in the sixties that consisted of twelve houses.  Three families were African American. Two were Italian, one was Polish, one was German/Chinese and I believe the rest were Caucasian unless my memory is missing something. We were a tight-knit group and it was a wonderful atmosphere for a child to grow up in. When my parents bought the house, they were approached by the neighborhood association and told that if they were prejudiced in any way they were not welcome. This was during a time when most neighborhoods were doing the opposite.

Fast forward to the nineties in Lexington, Kentucky. I was covering race riots that resulted from when a white cop shot and killed a black kid. I inadvertently got caught in the middle of a crowd of angry protestors. I was alone in the projects. They surrounded me, taunted me, tried to steal my cameras, punched me in the head and tried to pull me to the ground. Somehow, I managed to keep my cool, get to my car and drive off, very badly frightened and bruised.

I ended up interviewed on national television and I think the interviewer was a little disappointed that I wasn’t angry and didn’t say anything more divisive. But I honestly believed that I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I could understand their frustration and anger. And there were many blacks there that day that did try to help me.

A year later I worked on a race relations project for the Herald-Leader (see my “Coming Together” post from June). The whole experience left me wondering if we had made any progress at all since Martin Luther King’s time. Of course we have, at least legally, but  on a more subtle, personal level---have we?

Today, I have hope. Today, as I see what very-soon-to-be-president Obama has done for our nation I am more proud of my country than I have ever been.

Today I feel like my country comes a little closer to matching that little neighborhood I grew up in.

History of Photography

Anyone who looks into their own family history can learn something about the history of photography. That was a subject I studied in college and genealogy is a topic I have obsessed over on my own in the past few years. Don't ask me why. There are many good books out there on the history of photography so I won't go into too much detail. Look it up yourself if you're interested. But many of you probably have old family albums lying around gathering dust and don't realize the wealth of information they contain, both about your family specifically, but also about the history of our country and the history of the medium. I wanted to show you a few examples here.

This is a tintype of my great, great grandfather that was mounted in a paper holder, dated as you can see, March 19, 1870. Tintypes were popular at that time. The stamp also mentions the Dorchester & Delaware RR. I did a little more digging and found that he did work for that railroad at that time.

This is known as a Cabinet Card, a photograph mounted on a heavy piece of cardboard. This man was also a great, great grandfather who fought in the civil war in the Battle of Sailor’s Creek and lost an arm. This photo was taken somewhere around 1870. He looks just like my grandfather and I even see a little of my brother in him.

I love this picture. My grandfather took this with a box camera. This was at a time when photography first became accessible to the average person. He probably set up the scene. I used this picture a few years ago for my Christmas cards. He was an avid amateur photographer and passed that love on to me. In fact, I think my first camera was an old one he used. My first enlarger was an old Leitz that belonged to my other grandfather. The only way to focus it was to loosen a screw and manually lift it up and down. Those were the days!

I think about those early photographers and the difficulties they faced in order to produce just one good photo. Even early in my career, when we went on the road for a basketball tournament, we had to set up a darkroom in the hotel and we were lucky to send a couple pictures back by leafax machine in time for deadline. Now, we can sit on the floor and send numerous pictures during a timeout. Imagine being a photographer during the Civil War!

Here are a few more....

What gems do you have hidden away?

Inspirational Story

Who among us does not enjoy an "if they can do I can do it" story? Well I have one of those in my family. My mother was an archaeological photographer for the State of New Mexico Archaeology Lab and a documentary photographer for many years before she went blind about 7 or 8 years ago. Ouch. A photographer's worst nightmare. As far as she was concerned her life was over. She sold her cameras and darkroom equipment and settled down to a life of books on tape.

 But then a photographer friend of hers, Lucien Niemeyer, insisted otherwise. He looked through her stockpile of images from nearly twenty years of shooting and saw the potential of several books lying in wait. The first was published over a year ago: The Jicarilla Apache: A Portrait, by Nancy Hunter Warren.

This was a huge boost to her self-esteem. The book did well. People liked it and she was asked to speak at Sam Abell's book publishing class at the Santa Fe Workshops. This gave her the nudge she needed. What else could she accomplish? She found another collection of photographs hiding in her archives that were worthy of a book. She now has a writer/anthropologist and a publisher working with her on this. I can't talk about the topic yet but it may be published next spring.

So now when I indulge in that soggy low area called "feeling sorry for myself" and feel like I can't do something or I'm not "good enough", I only need to think about my blind photographer mother who published a photo book and has another on the way.

If she can do it I can do it.

That's Sam Abell on the left.

This is one of her pictures from the book.