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July 20, 2012 … he’s a genius but I don’t have to like him

In yesterday’s post I admitted an error.

I said I had seen no reason linger in Longmont. Well, I was wrong. In the Longmont Museum and Cultural Center there was an exhibition, due to end on Sunday, entitled “Edward Weston: Life work”, It consisted of images from the remarkable collection of Michael Mattis and Judith Hochberg. This collection has been touring for quite some while (at least 2002). It is a collection that no photographer worth his or her silver nitrate would knowingly pass by if the opportunity arose. Well, it had arisen, and I did not pass it by.

To my astonishment, photography was permitted (but no flash or tripods permitted). The security guard who kept a beady eye on me throughout my stay obviously thought even that was way to liberal for his liking. The exhibition itself was representative of Weston’s entire career, and included some of his most famous peppers, and the once notorious nudes.  It was beautifully curated, and the mounts and mattes were of a standard of perfection I have never seen before.

Whereas I would love to own some of them from an investment perspective, I have commented elsewhere that there were not many I would like to hang on my own walls. I am sure that permission to photograph the works was not permission to publish, so the only shot from the exhibition I shall share is the set of cameras of the type used by Weston in his prime. If you want to know what kind of images Weston made, look here


Sorry I can’t tell you how many megapixels these cameras are, but I did learn that Weston was generally a great fan of very small apertures and high gloss paper to achieve maximum sharpness. He preferred contact prints to enlargement in order to avoid the loss of sharpness that resulted.

I took a roundabout route back to the motel, via the wonderful Boulder Canyon, so here are some shots of running water from that magnificent place.

Boulder Canyon 1 Boulder Canyon 2

More “critters” tomorrow, after we arrive in New Orleans.