“The negative is comparable to the composer’s score and the print to its performance. Each performance differs in subtle ways.” Ansel Adams
The music was buried in a moldy, water stained, dog eared, old score. I found a scratched, dirty, chemical stained negative that was terribly mistreated by the lab 44 years ago, never realizing what a treasure I had — one that languished silent, unperformed all those years — until now.
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See for yourself. I composed this score 44 years ago on a Saigon street. I invite you to enjoy the performance of this decisive moment. The print you see here emerged gradually as I worked and experimented, first cleaning up the negative, then revealing the image using various tools to bring out the tonality. I used a sepia tint because it felt right and I cropped from the right and the top to eliminate distracting elements, to focus on the heart and soul of this image.
I like the result. I like it a lot. In fact, I think this may be the best image I created during that year in Saigon.
Ansel Adams also said: “A true photograph need not be explained, nor can it be contained in words.” I won’t try to explain why and how this photograph moves me. Words don’t work, emotions do.
I’ve been busy for the past few months scanning old family photographs. That’s done for now. Several weeks ago, I decided to organize all the images from my year in Vietnam. I rescanned all my B&W negatives. I’ve scanned some of the dozens of color slides and discovered 70 more lurking in a forgotten box in my closet.
I’ve learned much over the past few years and continue to learn new ways of performing my photographic scores. This post is the first of a new series that will feature images I’ve never posted before along with new interpretations of others.
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