75 Years of Photography

Spencer Ross

Description

A collection of photographs by Spencer Ross, who traveled to 130 countries during his corporate career, with a camera his "constant companion."

Immersed in the flourishing Greenwich Village arts scene of the 1950s, Spencer Ross studied photography with some of the most famous mentors of that period. Soon his own work received accolades. U.S. Camera magazine named him one of “the young lions of photography.” His photograph “Street Scene in Siena” is considered by some to be one of the finest street photographs of that era. For the next six decades, Ross traveled the world on business to 130 countries and he always took his camera along. His street scenes and nature photographs from those travels have hung in over 100 museums and galleries including the Metropolitan Museum of Art and the IBM Gallery.

In this volume, you can see over 250 of Ross’s arresting images: stunning street photography, memorable portraits of men, women, and children, extraordinary photographs of our natural world, haunting landscapes, and memorable abstracts, accompanied by Ross’s observations about the images, his travels, and the creative process. Ross reflects on the increasing sophistication of cameras from their earliest days to 35mm technology, along with the ubiquity of today’s smartphones and their effect on the photography world. He reminisces about his mentors and significant influences and muses about photography as a fine art. “Though hardly reality itself,” says Ross, “the still photograph has an uncanny ability to preserve an image with an intensity which can equal or even surpass the experience of the moment. A photograph can mystify, elevate, transmute, imbue, and influence. All these possibilities and more are available to those practitioners who maintain an appropriate respect for the potential of this medium and a sufficient knowledge of the craft.” The photographs in this collection do indeed reflect Ross’s aspiration: to create works of lasting value.

As you’ll see in this book, Spencer Ross can tackle a sunset, explore flowers in the field, and come up with beautiful beach scenes, but where do I think he really shines? As a street photographer myself, I cannot help being wowed by many of his street photographs: the kids playing in the streets of Belgium, or his photo of a portrait photographer on the streets of Athens, like a mirror of his eye-to-eye view of the world. An interested and interesting world traveler, he roamed around with his camera in hand before street photography even had a name. This worthy book is filled with Ross's life’s work and it serves photographic history well.

- Ken Farrell

Sujets

• Loisirs
• Histoire de la photographie
• Photographie
• Photographie
• Photography

Informations

• Publié par: Archway Publishing
• Date de parution: 16 mai 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781665742351
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 3 Mo

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75 Years of Photography
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
SPENCER ROSS
 
Copyright © 2023 Spencer Ross.
 
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
 
 
 
 
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Interior Image Credit: Spencer Ross
 
ISBN: 978-1-6657-4233-7 (sc)
            978-1-6657-4234-4 (hc)
         978-1-6657-4235-1 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2023907036
 
 
 
Archway Publishing rev. date: 05/08/2023
 
 
 
 
 
 


Spencer Ross
 
For my gran dson,
Andrew Myers Ross
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Cover P hoto
I laid my camera on the ground to capture this image of a recently paved and striped road.
near Bozeman, MO ( 1965)
Table of Contents
The Natural World
Flowers
Trees and Leaves
Water
Winter
Men
Women
Children
Labor
Recreation
Buildings and Structures
Street Scenes
Abstract
Acknowledgments
About The Photographer
Selected Exhibits, Publications and Awards
 
WE TREAD ON DIAM ONDS”
 
“The still photograph has an uncanny power to preserve a moment with an intensity which can equal or even surpass the experience of that moment. Har dly reality, the photograph can mystify, elevate, transmute, imbue and influ ence. All that power is available to those practitioners with sufficient knowle dge of the craft, who maintain a respect for the power of this medium and for the subject matter which is the photographer’s privilege to inter pret.”
Spencer Ross
 
“Why do you spend so much of your time on photography,” asked a friend once, “considering that you have never earned a substantial portion of your income from this pursuit? What is it that drives you?”
 
Is it that I often feel my scalp tingle when I believe I have achieved a perfect shot? Is it the fun of gadgeteering (which I confess I have enjoyed since the age of 10, working my way through numerous cameras and lenses and supporting equipment)? Is it ego, hoping to elicit praise from others for the final image? (It’s a great pleasure to be told that you have created something beautiful, or even just nice. Nothing like praise to motivate you, or derision to make you want to give up entirely.) Perhaps it is the desire for immortality, yet that probability is remote, particularly since everlasting quality is currently impossible to guarantee, even while many engaged in this field are hoping that such immortality might someday be achieved.
 
Is it the desire to impart a special message of some sort to the viewer with the final image? If that is the case, broadcasting the image to as many individuals as possible would be a corollary concern, with credit going to the photographer who not only has something worthwhile or inspirational to say, but who also has developed the best marketing skills for getting the image around.
 
Does this somehow detract from the work of many thousands of photographers who do good, even great, work, but just keep it to themselves, or certainly haven’t posted it online to be measured by the number of recorded hits? Several centuries ago, the ability to derive stimulus from appreciating the work of others was limited to admiration of the work available in a specific location. Today, through print, radio, television, and the internet, and the ability to travel globally, the range of stimuli available to an individual is enormous. I find this new availability both exciting and discouraging: exciting because of the admiration you can feel for the excellent work you may view … but discouraging if you feel you yourself may not have created work of similar merit!
 
Is it a desire to share with others the feeling that the photographer may have experienced and been able to preserve in the finished photograph? I would like to think that comes closest to my own personal objective.
 
Those who pursue the “arts” can debate forever about what has motivated them. Some may have recognized a talent within themselves which formed the basis for a professional career. Others may have noticed a skill or interest which gives them pleasure and leads to a secondary activity alongside their professional careers. Others may have felt pressure to continue a family tradition.
I tend to believe that the urge to create is a fundamental drive common to homo sapiens … for even in primitive and ancient societies we have evidence of artistic endeavors, from cave drawings to pottery and jewelry. Were those artists endeavoring to leave a legacy for future generations of cave dwellers? I will leave that to the art historians to discuss.
 
If longevity is important, perhaps the artist should consider sculpture … and in consideration of climate change, ensure the work is placed in a museum safely above the future high-water mark.
 
As for me, when I wondered about my own motivations and inspiration, I tried to identify the particular Muse of my own preference. I thought of the nine Olympian Muses, daughters of Zeus and inspirational goddesses of literature, science, and the arts … but where was my Muse? There is no mythological Muse for photography, obviously!
 
So I do not know precisely what has moved me, along with other photographers who share similar interests, to seek those special images which have lasting value, considering the fact that none of these photographs will last as long as cave drawings. The best we can do is to attempt “archival quality” (a term which is unfortunately quite inexact and to which I shall return).
 
In this examination of motivation and “worthiness”, I am excluding the many other photographers who work professionally, who capture exciting and useful images for either commercial or socially significant reasons. Some have been able to combine both sectors, as for example the many photographers for high-quality publications such as National Geographic, Audubon, Smithsonian , and others, respected publications to which many of the best photographers migrated after the end of the Life and Look eras. Those professionals now produce images which combine socially, scientifically, and environmentally important images, which are beautiful while also serving a useful purpose. This work requires enormous talent, intensity of purpose, knowledge of the craft, and high-quality reproduction. Others have transitioned to video, and are Renaissance types who can work effectively in both genres.
 
My aspiration has been to do work which, if successful, might be classified as Fine Art (however pretentious and self-serving that might sound!). In that endeavor, I will either succeed or fail as a communicator based on the reactions provoked by my images. I will let others determine whether my work is “Fine” and whether it rises to the level of “Art.”
 
I have aspired to create “Photography to Live With” … that is, images that are so pleasing or meaningful that they earn a spot on what often can be limited wall space.
 
Perhaps I will just consider my photographic career, “A Search for Beauty.”
 
Susan Sontag, in her wonderful book, On Photography , opens one chapter of the book with the statement, “Nobody ever discovered ugliness through photographs. But many, through photographs, have discovered beauty.” (Later, she acknowledges that documentary photography is an exception, because of its importance in documenting socially significant, and often unfortunate, subject matter.) Photographers who have chosen the documentary route often combine a deep feeling for their assigned subjects, as well as technical competence, creative skills, and certainly bravery or disdain for their own safety, which is often necessary for this specialized field. Most still photographers, though, whether amateur or professional, hope to extract from their images the essence of their subjects and to present those images in a beautiful or at least arresting manner.
 
My involvement with photography was always for the love of the art, and not really a professional vocation in that, indeed, I never made my living at it. Born in 1924, I was a child of the Great Depression. We lived on one of the last unpaved streets in Brooklyn, where I enjoyed watching vendors in horse-drawn carriages deliver fruits and vegetables and eggs and milk, and the Ebinger’s truck deliver fresh-baked goods.
 
Through my family, I had early exposure to a variety of arts. My Aunt Celia, by only age 12, had provided the background piano music at a local movie theatre before the era of the “talkies”. My Uncle Bob was a concert violinist and my Uncle Frank was a multitasker, playing piano, violin, and a variety of wind instruments. My mother saw that I attended Saturday morning classes at the Pratt Institute, and had music lessons, and attended the opera. I heard Caruso sing, and, through my father’s interest in baseball, saw Babe Ruth hit a home run.