September 8, 2010
Everybody’s Talking, But, Nobody’s Listening.
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Thanks Phil. I really like this POV.
Seeing these listening towers in color, I feel as though I’m hallucinating. I’m so familiar with your B/W shots of them!
The effect is something like looking at these mid-twentieth century FSA photographs — wait! I thought reality was in black and white! — or being transported from Kansas to Oz.
I love this, Phil.
A while back I had a friend who was fascinated by this large crane across from the street where he worked, so for his birthday, I took pictures of different cranes all around Boston and gave them to him in an album. Ever since then, I’ve been slightly obsessed with cranes and similar structures — it’s mind boggling to me how much weight they’re capable of moving and supporting, these massive, looming tools, and yet at the end of work day they either fold delicately into themselves like nesting birds or just stand, paused, like sentinels watching over a place. Cranes and objects like this have a very compelling combination of strength and grace that I love.
In any case, this is not a photo of a crane, but I am just as delighted to look at it for similar reasons. I think it’s the cables; I know they’re at least as thick as my forearm.
Michael, thank you
Sheila, yes, the shock from the black and white was odd for me too!
Lauren, those wires are as thick as a young ladies arm! I can see how you make the association with cranes and the like. This array of wires and towers always draws me back.
Oh, that’s really interesting, Phil, as when you are there at the old base, you see the listening towers in color no matter what film you are using. So I reckon photographs of the towers were B/W in your mind — because till now that’s how you until you processed the color images.
I imagine I would be startled to see color prints of family photos from before the mid-1960s, as before then my dad, like most folks, shot B/W. And yet I experienced my childhood in color.
My childhood was brown. Kinda bean-colored.
I don’t think I explained myself very well in that last comment on Phil’s B/W listening tower photos vs. this color one. I’m counting on y’all to make sense of me for me.
Cindy, I think of your childhood as having been the color of a cement wall after it has been licked.
It was a cinder block fence, but it was brown. Kinda bean-colored.
Something like this, Cindy?
I admired this too, Phil, sometime in the past. In black and white. I was just now thinking there was a series. I did a quick, quick check of your website, your blog and didn’t see a series immediately so I popped back. Am I dreaming a series of these?
I love this image. It speaks to me of calling out to the universe.
Rick, you are absolutely right about the B/W images, and you can confirm that in this Flickr set of Phil’s, as well as on his blog archives.
I too find them haunting and evocative, and I am lucky to own a set of three excellent prints from among Phil’s B/W shots of the listening towers.
Sheila, that’s not it. I’ll try to find an image.
I love this Phil. I love the way all that wire support doesn’t seem to be keeping everything upright.
There is no set of just the towers, the American base set contains all those I have shown.
Daryl, your eyes are not deceiving you, this is in fact a double exposure, hence the right tower appearing to fall! The place is a mish-mash of wires and stuff, but, I thought the double exposure would exaggerate the chaos up there!
I hope you don’t all feel deceived.