Editors Note, James Prochnik James Prochnik Editors Note, James Prochnik James Prochnik

Issue 115 | October 7 - 21, 2022

I just returned from a trip to Colorado and Utah - my first plane trip since the Pandemic upended all of our lives. While it was an absolutely fantastic trip in every way possible, as a photographer I often found myself questioning the images I was finding and making. The landscape and history in these parts of America are so stunningly beautiful, visually rich, and complicated that it challenges visual artists to find new ways to see and describe it.

In this editor's note, I reflect on some of the challenges I faced and images I made exploring some of America's most beautiful places, and the choices we generally face in defining and describing place.

Can you visit a place only once and make a true and honest photo of it?

Picturing Place

“What we hope for from the artist is help in discovering the significance of a place. In this sense we would choose in most respects for thirty minutes with Edward Hopper’s painting Sunday Morning to thirty minutes on the street that was his subject; with Hopper’s vision we see more.” 

-Robert Adams

I just got back from my first real trip in a long time. It was an exciting adventure from start to finish. From the butterflies I felt packing my camera gear before I left, to getting on a plane for the first time since the pandemic started, to touching down in a new place, to having multiple peak experiences during my travels around Colorado and Utah, and finally to being welcomed back to NYC by a genuinely insane taxi ride home from JFK with a driver who was utterly unable to see in the rain and dark and almost got us both killed or injured multiple times. It was an incredible trip, but it’s also so good to be back in NYC, and I’m grateful to have made it home alive.

I’ve been to Colorado and Utah before - My father was a geologist who worked in these areas, and as a family we’d travel out to his old stomping grounds for summer vacations in my childhood. I don’t know if it got too expensive, but those Western trips stopped when I became a teenager. I’ve made a couple trips back in the years since to visit a close friend who made a life out there, but It had been a long while since I returned, more than a decade. I took photos the last time I was there, but only as an enthusiastic amateur - I hadn’t yet become the photographer I am now, with my more demanding ambitions and aspirations about picture making.

Although some places were familiar, most of this trip was to new places and new hikes - The Garden of the Gods in Colorado Springs, Colorado National Monument outside Grand Junction, the high peaks surrounding Crested Butte, Colorado, camping on Cedar Mesa in Utah, and a hike through the hoodoos of Fisher Towers in Moab, Utah.

It’s an astonishingly beautiful landscape, and I wanted to make pictures that celebrated the beauty of the place, but I also wanted to try and make something new - pictures or sequences of photos I hadn’t seen before of these places. 

I also wanted to explore a nascent idea I had about making pictures of the geology of this landscape - something that might connect me to my father and the geology work he did in the area. 

This part of the world is almost all rocks and all kinds of rocks. You see and feel fragmented rocks, giant boulders, pebbles, slick rocks, sandy rocks, rocks that bounce your heavy car up and down like a plaything, billion-year-old rocks, million-year-old rocks, gentle rocks that support small desert plants, rock pools, worn down rocks, water-chiseled canyon rocks, massive rock walls and rock faces, mountains of solid rock, craggy fraggy draggy rocks, rocks splashed with colorful lichens, layer cake sedimentary rocks, dripped sand castle rocks, rocks that sparkle like the galaxies above, and so many more rocks.

And amidst all these rocks, you’re constantly confronted with scenes of staggering and monumental beauty. One of the primary challenges in photographing this place was just trying to convey these tremendous geological forms’ scale and living presence. 

It’s an ancient landscape, and it’s a landscape that is very directly connected to the indigenous people who lived on the land far before Europeans set out to explore this land in the 1500s, people that still live there today. The spirits of the Ancestral Puebloans in Utah felt particularly present as we camped out on their mesa and hiked through canyons they once built cliff-dwelling homes in - homes that are startingly well-preserved a thousand years later. Of course, the descendants of these people are very much alive and well now too, a vital and vibrant part of the contemporary landscape of the West.

Alongside this profound land, and underneath the vivid stars and luminous clouds of the Milky Way, which sparkled as I never saw before, there’s also the slowly unfolding ecological and environmental disaster of contemporary American life spreading inexorably throughout the landscape. Ugly houses and developments blighting otherwise pristine views, ‘Trump won’ MAGA billboards, endless strip malls, enormous homes built in ski towns like Crested Butte that will only be occupied by their very wealthy owners a few months each year, and the ubiquitous ‘Don’s Johns’ that sit on recently purchased plots of land, a sign of the construction to come, and foundations soon to be poured. 

Photographer Robert Adams documented this strip-mallification and housing development construction across Denver’s front range starting in 1968, and it was interesting to see on this trip how that process never stopped. Adams could work on a similar project today, showing just how far the juggernaut of capitalism and population growth had infringed onto the landscape since his early images. “Show affection for the world, but don’t lie about it.” Robert Adams said. It’s hard to show affection for some manmade intrusions that blight this beautiful land.

The friend I was visiting lives in a gentrifying ski town whose wealth and density increased sharply during the pandemic as rich people fled cities for mountain retreats like his. It’s a town entirely surrounded by supreme beauty, and yet I found it fascinating how my friend’s opinions of the place were so divided - half the time, he would enjoy the beauty with me. Yet, an almost equal amount of time was spent pointing out and decrying the changes and wealthy gentrification of the mountain town he’d lived in since the early 2000s (a place his partner had lived since the late 1980s). My friend’s job is running a conservation land trust. Throughout a lengthy career in this work, he’s preserved thousands of acres of land across Colorado, an accomplishment that hopefully tempers some of the angst and sadness he feels at all the places he and his organization weren’t able to preserve, all the areas still being despoiled by man’s encroachments.

I left Colorado with hundreds of photos, some on film, so I won’t see them for a while, and a lot of questions about how to make photos of places like this. Although my visit was for two weeks, it was also hectic, with hundreds of miles on the road and new places to explore almost every day. 

I think my best photos from what I’ve seen in a quick review are probably just scenes of Western natural beauty - towering storm clouds illuminated by a setting sun one evening in Utah, the shimmering and intense yellow autumn Aspen forests in the high peaks of Colorado, and the sublime enormous rock forms of Utah. 

I got some new ideas photographing this landscape, and I feel like some progress was made, but it all feels so developing and also very contingent on the immense support and help I got from my friends along the way. 

I wouldn’t have gotten any photos without the expert guidance and advice of my local friend, who took my other pal and me on all the most adventurous and exciting parts of our journey. I’m unsure if I’ll ever have the skills or experience to explore the most interesting parts of these difficult and sometimes dangerous landscapes on my own, the way I’m able to explore NYC neighborhoods on my own.

He and the other friend I traveled with were also soooo gracious and patient with my frequent picture-making stops on the trail (and my many pauses to catch my breath - 11,500 feet really tests your lungs!) I’m so blessed and lucky that I had them as companions on this Western adventure.

I really want to investigate this land further. I’m eager to review my photos in more detail, and I think I did alright for one trip. But I suspect if your goal is describing a place, you must immerse yourself in many more than one visit. I have to go back soon. It can’t be another several years until my next trip. That’s the only way. 


Class Announcement:

Starting Saturday, October 29, I'll be teaching a five-session online class called 'Questionable Pictures' that will explore the written and unwritten rules shaping the photography we create. Inspired by the book Photo No-Nos: Meditations on What Not to Photograph (Jason Fulford, Aperture, 2021), we'll explore different ideas around aesthetic and style conventions and subject matter (what can we make pictures of and what shouldn't we make pictures of? Who comes up with all these rules anyway, and how can we subvert them?) By the end, we'll be a class full of rebels, celebrating all the rules we broke along the way.

Learn More / Signup: [here]


Photo at top of post - Fisher Towers, Utah 2022 by James Prochnik

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Issue 114 | Sept 23 - Oct 7, 2022

Are our pictures any good? Is this the wrong question to ask?

Are our pictures any good?

I had hardly begun to read

I asked how can you ever be sure

that what you write is really

any good at all and he said you can't

you can't you can never be sure

you die without knowing

whether anything you wrote was any good

if you have to be sure don't write

From the poem Berryman, W. S. Merwin


It's not just writers, of course. The question haunts all artists, photographers included. How can you be sure what you're doing is any good?

What if you've been practicing photography for years now? What if you've been practicing photography for decades? You've even published photo books. Are your photos any good? Were your photo projects and series worth making? Or are they just so many more images splashing across eyes & screens for seconds before quickly sinking back into the vast digital ocean of billions and billions of photos made and posted each year?

The desire to express ourselves in a visual medium can be an arduous struggle at times. We may achieve recognition for one thing or another - a specific project or photo, but if we are practicing visual artists or photographers, most of the time, we're in the dark about the value of our efforts.

The act of making a photo is so simple that anyone can do it. You look (or don't even look) through a viewfinder, click a button, light blinks onto a sensor or film, and you have a picture. Done. A new image has entered the world. Can an action so simple as clicking a button produce something with lasting meaning? Are the photos we're making with such an easy process any good?

It's not like learning piano or guitar, where you can pluck a note with zero skills, but you face a relatively long journey to gain the physical dexterity to play the notes and chords that make up a song. And discordant notes in music are relatively easy for most people to register. It's as if our minds have an innate sense of melody and musical structure. Maybe because the visual world is so complex and fluid, it's not nearly so clear to us what a dissonant photograph is.

It may be easy to click a shutter, but it is hard to make a good picture. My path toward improvement and progress in my photography practice has been long and slow. Interestingly though, my realization of the level I was at as a photographer was often one step ahead of where I was, no matter where I was. When I started as a photographer, I made pictures of things like flowers, buildings, street art, etc., but when I was making these images, I always felt they were pretty good! My flower photos seemed as colorful and sharp as the flower photos I'd see other, more recognized, photographers make. Of course, now I look back at those images, and with few exceptions, they look to me now like what they actually were - amateur snapshots of flowers in a garden, random photos of skyscrapers, or graffiti.

As I improved over time, I gained new skills. I'd learn color correction, composition, a better sense of light, or how to make pictures of a more dynamic subject matter like people. As I became proficient in each new skill, my sense of confidence would once again exceed my actual abilities, a deception from my ego that I now view as a kindness. Without this inflated sense of my abilities, I might not have kept trying to make good pictures.

I've been doing this long enough now that I can finally look back at old work without a twinge of self-consciousness, but now, as I've grown better and become more committed to the pursuit of genuine artistic expression in the medium, I'm less sure than ever if any of it's any good.  

Posting our work on social media can give you a general sense of whether or not people connect with work, but looking at pictures on the phone is far from ideal, and the algorithms that control when and how our images are seen often work at cross purposes to our intentions. For reasons like these and many more, depending on feedback from social media seems like a terrible mistake. (Unless your post receives universal acclaim, in which case it's clearly the most accurate metric invented). A classic fail of social media feedback is that things like selfies or sunsets often receive far more positive feedback than our earnest artistic expression. 

Friends and family can give you a general sense if something's good, but… they're our friends and family, so how much can you trust that? 

Are our pictures any good? W.S. Merwin is correct - you're in the wrong game if that question has to be answered. In the end, I think most photographers will have to be satisfied that occasionally the darkness will be pushed back by the light they've collected in one of their images. If we want to be artists, what matters is to keep working. Keep plumbing the depths of our soul. Keep looking. Keep describing the world we see with our eyes and hearts. Keep making photos. Our role is like fireflies on a summer night, providing brief flashes of delight to anyone walking through our fields. I think that's enough. 


Class Announcement:

Starting Saturday, October 29, I'll be teaching a five-session online class called 'Questionable Pictures' that will explore the written and unwritten rules shaping the photography we create. Inspired by the book Photo No-Nos: Meditations on What Not to Photograph (Jason Fulford, Aperture, 2021), we'll explore different ideas around aesthetic and style conventions and subject matter (what can we make pictures of and what shouldn't we make pictures of? Who comes up with all these rules anyway, and how can we subvert them?) By the end, we'll be a class full of rebels, celebrating all the rules we broke along the way.

Learn More / Signup: [here]



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Issue 111 | April 29 - May 20, 2022

How a love for some of the most banal photography subjects (sunsets, flowers, birds) ignited a lifelong passion for photography that has far transcended its origins.

In Praise of Leaning Into Photo Cliches

“This is an interesting planet. It deserves all the attention you can give it.”
-Marilynne Robinson

I got my first camera when I was 15, a hand-me-down 35mm Minolta film camera from my grandfather, and a couple of rolls of Kodacolor color negative film. I still have some prints from that first roll. There was a photo of my grandmother that I still treasure, but most of the pictures I made on that roll were of nature - a cluster of white lily-of-the-valley flowers surrounding the base of a White Pine, a photo that peered into a fog-cloaked forest, a single summer tree isolated against a blue sky on a hilltop ridge. 

The photos are in an old photo album I recently pulled off the shelf. The age of the pictures is notable - it's been decades since I made them, but the images themselves are unexceptional. There are no signs in the photos of any unique talent or that I might pursue photography much more seriously one day. But I do find the first indications that I had found a new way to engage with the world, especially the beauty of the natural world.

I've always been deeply affected by so the pleasures nature provides us. Obvious things like the annual reawakening of the earth that occurs each Spring, spectacular sunsets, dramatic clouds before or after storms, the intense colors of tulips, the graceful and harmonious arrangements of pistil and stamen at the centers of flowers, or the way a stand of bamboo bends so gracefully in a gust of wind. 

My appreciation of these phenomena is hardly unique. Everyone is moved to some degree by the sight of dramatic natural beauty. That's where the problem for photography comes into the picture. These feelings of awe or wonder touch us all. We respond to these deeply felt emotions by making thousands, millions, and billions of similar photos in a largely vain effort to hold onto some of the unique beauty of a particular moment on earth in our life.

Why make these images when we know so many others have made so many nearly identical to our own? One thing I think we're trying to do when we point a camera at a sunset is to give someone who wasn't with us something of what it feels like to be, for example, immersed in a purple rose gold sky whose glow is so pervasive it changes the color of everything on the ground as well.

That's part of it, but I think it misses my primary motivation. For many years, especially around late Spring and early summer, the second I could leave my busy, deadline-driven job in the city, I'd race to the Brooklyn Botanic Garden. I'd wander around with my camera entranced by a giant pink dogwood that blossomed in one section of the garden or the carpet of bluebells unfolding in another. The resulting pictures? Pretty, but nothing close to the experience of being there. I didn't expect too much from the photos, and the images reflected that. But the experience of simply being there delivered rewards beyond compare. Walking around the Brooklyn Botanic Garden, pulled this way and that by the beauty, would almost instantly dissolve the job stress I'd felt so intensely minutes before. I'd quickly fall into a flow state, absorbed by a colorful detail or an arrangement of branches and flowers.

Photography in nature was transporting, lifting me away from my troubles, and pushing me through a portal into a new world of pure visual exploration. I was no longer living in anxious parts of my mind; I was completely present in my wandering experiences.

When I eventually left that stressful job and finally found more time to explore my interests more deeply, I returned to photography. I learned that the flow state experience wasn't limited to flowers and pretty things. I'd quickly fall into the same, rewarding state almost every time I explored the world with my camera, whether on busy city streets, at festivals, or even in quieter domestic moments around friends or loved ones.

When I finally made more time to learn more about the medium, I started to care more deeply about the images I was making. I did want to make pictures that would break through to other people. I trusted the flow state would come no matter what kind of pictures I made. 

My relationship with photography had shifted, and I found myself on a lifelong journey to learn more about photography as a craft and art form. I began to explore many different approaches to picture-making, still out in the world, but now mostly amidst people and our human-built world instead of nature.

When the Pandemic hit back in March of 2020, just as Spring was beginning in New York, I could no longer make pictures on busy city streets. Once again, I went back to nature, into my local Bay Ridge park, a narrow strip of ballfields and wooded paths between a busy residential neighborhood and a six-lane highway. 

Being an urban green space, it wasn't a lot of nature, but it was enough. Enough to calm doomscrolling pandemic anxiety and put me back into that flow state. This time, exploring nature with the benefit of years of experience, I found new ways to approach the subject that did bring real meaning to the images. Those photos eventually became a body of work, Far Apart, that was published and represented a new stage in my work.

Reflecting on my journey makes me appreciate how vital my early attraction to an often cliche subject matter was to my long-term growth as a photographer. It turned out that for me, the subject matter wasn't too important; the pictures didn't have to be so special, but finding the subject that would make me present in the world - that would put me in a flow state - was the first step I needed to take to reveal my more profound passion for the medium.

Trust your instincts. Trust your attractions. Trust the subjects that draw you in, whether they're weird, boring, cliche, or photographed a million times before. Try not to worry about what others think or get you likes on Instagram. The real task is to find the subjects that leave you lost in exploration and immersed in the flow. These experiences, more than the resulting pictures, are the fertile ground that can help grow a lifelong engagement with photography.

Due to some family issues, I’ve been spent this spring away from NYC down in Virginia. Despite the hard times that brought me down here, the beauty of the unfolding season on these familiar streets and woods of my childhood has been an extraordinary and true comfort as always. I plan to publish one more issue towards the end of May before taking a summer break. I’ll keep the Instagram account running as best as possible, so let me know if you have any photo events or talks you’d like me to share.

Be well, and I’ll see you soon.

James Prochnik | The NYC Photo Community | Issue 111 | April 9 - May 20

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Issue 109 | March 25 - April 8, 2022

This week's editor's note is a reflection on time zones - the systemic ones we're embedded in like daylight saving time, the personal ones, like my bathroom's time zone which is 11 minutes ahead of whatever time it actually is, and photographic time zones, like the 1/400th of a second shutter speed that many street photographers work within. 

I’m In A Time Zone

On Sunday, March 13, at 2 am the US entered into Daylight Saving Time, and the sunset jumped from 6:00 pm the night before to a far more reasonable 7:01 pm Sunday evening.

What nobler cause could there be then to save daylight that precious resource vital to so many photographers! I welcome that one-hour loss of sleep! As someone who suffers from Seasonal Affective Disorder, the day we finally enter Daylight Saving Time really feels like the beginning of happier days ahead. It’s also the unofficial ‘Opening Day’ of my outdoor picture-making season.

So I awoke Sunday morning, cheered by the time change, and started going around the apartment fixing the time on some of our old-fashioned non-internet connected clocks; the clock radio, the clock on the stove, the old-fashioned kitchen clock, the clock on my digital camera (which actually has a daylight saving setting but I’m never sure if I’ve activated it).

The clock radio in our bathroom is 11 minutes fast. Why is my bathroom in its own time zone? I believe this special bathroom time zone was established as a way of helping to ensure we wouldn’t be late for events or appointments outside the house. And after living in this special time zone for a while, I have to say, it works. Moving to the kitchen, I noticed that clock was six minutes behind. I’m not sure, but this time zone may have been established to help ensure food was not undercooked. Or it could represent the battery dying. How many time zones does my house have, anyway? As many as Russia? Did you know Russia has 11 time zones? (As if we needed more evidence of their imperial overreach).

In the contiguous United States, we have four time zones, and in 2016 I took a cross-country road trip back and forth through them all. My buddy and I drove a long, inverted arc from NYC south through New Orleans before heading north through Albuquerque and Denver, west to LA, and finally up to Seattle. On our five-week-long trip, getting to Seattle ended up taking close to four weeks. The trip back was fast, and I remember racing through the time zones as we headed back to New York. I remember having the strange realization that as we drove we’d ‘spring forward’ in time by literally springing forward through space, as opposed to time. I also remember the beauty of the glow from the setting sun illuminating endless vistas outside Bozeman, Montona; light that lasted well past 10 pm before finally extinguishing into darkness. In New York, even on the longest days, the light from the setting sun doesn’t linger much past 9 pm.

Later light in New York City has a specific resonance for me - it means that people who finish up work at 5 or 6 have an hour or two after work to hang out, unwind, and appreciate late day sunshine with their friends. Life on the street grows busier, and it’s generally accompanied by relaxed, good vibes. As someone who enjoys making candid photographs out in the world, these after-work summer hours are some of my favorite times to make photos.

Photographers make most of their work in very specific, mostly fleeting time zones of their own. For candid street photographers, a shutter speed of 1/400th of a second is often referenced as a starting point - a fast enough fraction of a second to freeze motion and get a sharp enough photo of a moment. Fine art/fashion photographer Paolo Roversi made a lot of work in the 1/4 of a second to 1 second time zones, using the resulting blurry exposures to evoke emotional responses of beauty and ephemerality.

Photographic time zones are not always so transitory. Edward Weston, made his famous photo of a green pepper in 1927 using a 4-6 hour exposure of the vegetable according to Weston’s grandson, Kim. Photographer Hiroshi Sugimoto suggests that fossils are like photographs made over multi-million year exposure times:

Fossil are the result of natural cataclysms. They are created when something vibrantly alive is instantaneously extinguished and entombed by an earthquake, landslide, subsea volcanic eruption, or meteor impact. The earth and ash heaped on top of the thing stamp out the impression of its shape like a carved seal; then, over the course of tens of hundreds of millions of years, that shape becomes embedded in sedimentary layers and turns to stone. When you split the strata, the layer on top is the negative image, while the fossilized life form appears as the positive image. [via]


Recently there was a viral article in The Cut about surviving the coming vibe shift. The idea is that in the culture, things change, and some ways of being in the cultural moment feel dated if they persist past one of these vibe shifts. It was a fun kind of meaningless article that wasn’t really saying much more than things that seem cool in one moment, and uncool the next. What I got out of the article was an acknowledgment that shifts between time zones are never as sharp as we imagine. There’s always plenty of people that keep the old vibe long after the new vibe hits. Both the good old days and the bad old days are very much a part of our current days.

In general, I love the amorphous boundaries of time zones that The Cut article seemed nervous about. I love that any day I walk the streets of NYC, I can see young people rocking 1980s looks, folks driving 1970s muscle cars, or enjoying cafe life in urban neighborhoods still crowded with 19th-century buildings. I’m very attracted to these time zone anomalies as a photographer and when I see evidence of past eras in our present moment, I always grab a picture. It feels like I’m catching time travelers.

It’s getting late, so in the hopes of surviving the vibe shift that occurred over the course of time it took me to write this note, I’ll say goodbye.

Thanks for reading and I hope you all find the time you need to make pictures in the weeks ahead!



Publisher's note: From this issue forward, the newsletter will be published bi-weekly (once every two weeks) through May 27. Over the summer, we'll aim for shorter issues once a month and then return to full issues on a bi-weekly schedule in the fall.

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peace and love,

James Prochnik | The NYC Photo Community | Issue 109 | March 25 - April 8

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Issue 108 | March 18 - 25, 2022

A reflection on the $5 word “capacious,” which means roomy, or spacious, what a capacious photography might look like, and why that might be an intention to consider as you make work.

On Capacious Photography

I don’t know, I must have heard it on a podcast or something, but recently I found the five-dollar word “capacious,” which is a fancy way of saying ‘roomy’ or ‘spacious’ echoing around my head like an earworm I can’t get rid of. In an effort to do something useful with this situation, I’ve been thinking about what a capacious photography might be.

When I first started getting more serious about photography, my strategy for making images was the opposite of capacious, it was reductive. I tried to minimize elements in my photographs in the hopes that a reductive approach would increase the clarity of the expression I was trying to achieve. If they were portraits, I tried to find the plainest, most empty walls to serve as a backdrop for the photos. If it was something funny or interesting I saw on the street, I’d put it in the center of the viewfinder and snap a picture so that the sides of the image hold the subject in the frame (I still have this problem). Other times I would make images with the shallowest depth of field my lens had to blur out the rich complicated world that my subject existed in. I wanted to shrink the world to achieve the big hope and dreams I had for my photography.

What I realized as I became more acquainted with photography that really moved me from the greats and my peers, I began to see that their photography was successful because of all the different ways their work would try to make the pictorial space bigger and more elastic and…capacious.

Instead of two-dimensional flat images, these photographers tried to depict a three-dimensional pictorial space by layering elements in the foreground, middle ground, and background of the image. Other photographers would crop their images so that, for example, an arm from someone outside of the picture frame would come, sans body, into the picture frame, or someone inside the frame would be looking, or pointing outside the frame. Tactics like these and others would remind me, as an image viewer, that there was a big world inside and beyond the four sides of the picture frame.

Some images would hold a visual mystery, or make me wonder what, exactly, was going on in the image. These images became more spacious because they really engaged my mind, and raised questions that couldn’t really be answered. By forcing this dilemma, they made my imagination almost a part of the image as I was being encouraged to speculate on what was happening, or imagine a story that could bring meaning to the images I was viewing.

When photos were put together, in series or photobooks, that’s where I really saw a world opening up. In photography series and projects, I began to see that one could really begin to describe a subject in a much fuller way by not only giving me the precise description of individual images but by showing me that images in sequence or juxtaposition produced something more - a sum greater than the parts. To me, a successful photo series or project or book has an almost literary quality in my mind, like reading a short story.

This week’s featured photographer, Sofie Vasquez, is a great example of that. She has done a spectacular job of opening up and expanding the world of indie wrestling she is exploring in her images. She gives us portraits of the protagonists. She shows us the wrestlers in action - all of the glamour, grit, and pain of a wrestling match. She shows us fans. She shows us the wrestlers in dressing rooms, or outside the venues. In this way, and through these photos we feel like we are a fly on the wall in their world, and our imagination is activated as we wonder and want to know more, so much more about the people who are working and hustling to succeed in this world.

There are a lot of forces and incentives in play that encourage us to see the people and world we encounter through a more reductive lens. The reality is that the world, and the people in it are always always always more complex and complicated than we will ever be able to grasp. Starting from that point and trying to make pictures that allow room for as much of that complexity as we can perceive seems like a good way to go. That’s a capacious goal for a capacious photography. And that’s what I’ll aim for in the warmer and brighter months ahead.


Thanks for reading and I’ll see you all next week.

peace and love,

James Prochnik | The NYC Photo Community | Issue 108 | March 18 - March 25

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Issue 106 | March 4 - March 11, 2022

Photographs were enough for me. I didn’t need or want the words. I wanted to learn how to make the kind of photographs that were compelling on their own, with no words, or minimal captions if at all. I wanted to learn how to make photographs that hold ambiguity and mystery. I wanted to learn how to make photographs that raise questions, not answer them.

Is A Photograph Enough?

New York Magazine just published a big ‘what are they up to now?’ feature on Brandon Stanton, founder of Humans of New York, and now up to, as the subhead declares, being a one-man philanthropy machine. Brandon started Humans of New York (HONY) in 2010, and in the 12 years since it’s grown into a social media juggernaut with 30 million followers on Facebook and Instagram.

I became aware of Stanton sometime in 2013 and was impressed by the compelling and intimate stories of struggle and triumph Stanton shared from fellow New Yorkers and so in 2014, partly inspired by HONY, I started a 365 project with the goal of making and posting a street portrait every day for a year. This project was important in my development as a photographer because the commitment to make and share a photo every day turned out to be the key to transforming a longtime interest and love of photography into a practice. That practice ultimately became the passion photography is for me today.

One thing I tried and abandoned during that year was, like HONY, interviewing the people I photographed and collecting their stories along with the picture we made together. I didn’t abandon this practice because I was bad at it. In fact, I was surprised by how much people would tell me if I just asked. It was mostly that gaining such a quick intimacy with people with the intent of ultimately sharing these conversations in public felt like pushing a boundary I didn’t really want to push, even with permission. Worse, I began to realize that the compelling stories I collected were too often a crutch to prop up bad photos. 

In the New York magazine piece on Stanton, he describes his struggle to understand what he was doing with his photos and interviews:

“He had tried calling himself a journalist, but it never felt right. When he called himself a writer, the writers piled on. “ ‘No, you’re not a writer. This isn’t writing,’ ” Stanton said, imitating them. “ ‘This guy’s being celebrated as a photographer, but he’s not a good photographer.’ What do I tell my mom I am?”

I won’t speak to the writer part since most of the stories we associate with HONY are the words of people he meets, not his own, but I can speak to his discomfort with the label of a photographer. I think he can be a good photographer and if I looked back at all he’s done, I could find plenty of solid and skillful examples to prove the point, but at the same time, I don’t think that’s where his main interest lies, and that shows in his work.

Stanton is visually interested in people enough to photograph them, and he needed those photos to put faces to the words that would follow, but his finished product suggests that our surface appearance is mostly an uninteresting facade. The good stuff is hidden, and it’s found in the stories we carry inside, and the stories we tell about ourselves.

Ram Dass said, “When you know how to listen, everybody is the guru.” I think that’s the truth Stanton discovered for himself and his 30 million followers. His tremendous success is a testament to the label I’d tell Stanton to tell his mom - He’s a listener and a storyteller.

Somewhere along the way in my 365 project, I realized that photography was my main interest. Photographs were enough for me. I didn’t need or want the words. I wanted to learn how to make the kind of photographs that were compelling on their own, with no words, or minimal captions if at all. I wanted to learn how to make photographs that hold ambiguity and mystery. I wanted to learn how to make photographs that raise questions, not answer them. If I was making a portrait, I wanted to find a way to show how our inner stories have mapped themselves onto our outward appearances, and the different ways interiority can rise to the surface in our interactions with others. It’s a learning process I’ll spend my life exploring.

With a few exceptions, the audience for this kind of photography has a tiny fraction of the reach Stanton’s work does, and that’s ok too. One of the biggest reasons I became so enthralled and passionate about photography is that it offers everyone interested in it an expansive universe of different paths to travel, some more or less populated than others, some more or less popular than others.

I don’t think the kind of photography I’m most interested in is better or worse than photography that mix images with words and some of my favorite photography books, like Rosalind Fox Solomon’s Got To Go, combine the two in ways that perfectly complement each medium, and create something wholly unique in the process.

According to the New York magazine article, Brandon Stanton no longer lives in New York. He’s now based in Atlanta, GA, and as for that dilemma of what to label himself, he’s now leaning towards calling himself a “channel for blessings.” Maybe if you listen to enough gurus, you become one too?  I wonder if that happens if you see enough gurus too.

I’ll see you all you gurus next week.

May the brave people of Ukraine be protected from the darkness in their midst. Want to help out? Here are some suggestions from NPR.

peace and love

James Prochnik | The NYC Photo Community | Issue 106 | March 4 - March 11

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Issue 100 | January 21 - 28, 2022

The NYC Photo Community newsletter publishes its 100th issue, and launches a new website.

Welcome to the 100th issue of the NYC Photo Community Newsletter! I'm happy I've made it this far with a project I started on a whim in September of 2019, and I'm very grateful for all of you who have chosen to come along for the ride. Thank you.  I'm especially grateful to the scores of fantastic photographers who took the time to share their work and thoughts with the community. 

Any time you start a long-term endeavor, you reach a point where you know that to keep going, you need to shake things up, adjust your direction, and stretch a little higher or further than you have so far.  It's taken me a while to get there, but I'm pleased to announce I've finally taken some steps to make the newsletter better, more useful, more user-friendly, and more readable. My goal is to create a more interesting place to connect with and be inspired by other photographers who share our enthusiasm for the medium. In short, it's infrastructure week here at the newsletter. Here's what I did and why:

—I made a brand new website for the NYC Photo Community. Much of the basic structure I envision for the website is up and live, but be warned, as of now, it's a website in early days, like a spring chick pecking its way out of an eggshell, but not quite hopping around yet. There's a ways to go still, and a lot more content I want to add. I know with time and feedback we'll get there soon.  Having a unique website is going allow for a lot of positive changes, both immediately, and long-term.  Right away it's going to be a much better platform to showcase photography and organize the kind of material this newsletter has presented in the past into a more durable and useful way. Longer-term, I plan to launch a print/zine/book/poster store on the site to help support both the NYC Photo Community and the artists who've been a part of it since its inception. I also hope to start some kind of forum where we can more easily connect online but haven't settled on the means to accomplish that yet.

—I've re-designed the typography and colors of the newsletter to be simpler, cleaner, and hopefully more readable. The design was overdue for an update, especially the old logo which always reminded me a little too closely of a coronavirus particle. That definitely had to go!  

—Like this editor's note, the newsletter had gotten far too long. To address this, most of the newsletter will now consist of brief summaries of content, and readers can click through to see or read further as they wish. Since this is the inaugural edition of the new format, I'm keeping the full editor's note this week, but future issues will just have a short excerpt and a link to the full note.  The same will go for all sections of the newsletter. This change is the biggest, and for some, it will not be welcome, so this was a change that did not come lightly for me. After a lot of thought, I believe it's the right choice and will help people find material they're most interested in more easily. I'm particularly happy that it will give a much better format to present the work and ideas of the featured photographer each week.  (I love this week's feature on Patrice Helmar!)

All for now, but I'd love to hear your thoughts on the changes and plans for the future.  Just hit reply to this email to drop me a line, or use the contact form on our website.  Thanks again for being part of this, and I'm looking forward to the next 100 issues!

❤️James Prochnik The NYC Photo Community | Issue 100 | January 21 - 28

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