I shouldn’t write this in public, but I will anyway. As I get older I get lazier. Let’s just call it an intensified search for efficiency. To my annual sojourn in Paris this late summer season I did take a Fuji X100T — the camera I’ve written about several times in this blog. Yet […]
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Though I am passionate about photography, it does not often move me to tears. I’ve just seen an exhibit that forced me to choke up in front of a couple of its artists. And it could hardly have been more difficult to find. The University of Westminster, by Regent’s Park in London, has mounted a […]
It took me an awfully long time to figure out what “IQ” means to a photographer. (For those non-photographers out there who don’t like waiting for the punch line, it’s “image quality.” I know, you knew that. In my own defense, I had expected something rather more technical and obscure.) But in addition to poking […]
In 1983, in Cambridge, Massachusetts, somewhere between chapters two and three of my dissertation, I stalled. I bought a bike and took rides around Fresh Pond. I bought a steel stringed guitar and got calluses learning finger style. And I got a key to the unused darkroom in the basement of Lehman Hall. I bought […]
The historian's lens 