Michael Tourigny portrait by Laura Scotten
Welcome to the birth of my first blog. Did you hear that? No… that wasn’t the sound of a hand on a newborn bum, it was the sound of a young boot on my very old rear end.
Blogging is something that I’ve been aware of for years and have been uninterested in for about the same amount of time. It seemed to be an online version of a person sitting in the corner of a coffee shop, scribbling into an elastic bound bunch of papers while nursing a very cold, decaf, non-fat somethingorother.
I would have no part in it. Leave it for the bored and self-absorbed.
But after reading a number of new generation bloggers, I’ve come to understand that they can be a valuable resource of relevant and specific information. And as much as I would like to argue that change is bad, because I don’t want to, I concede that the way that we view and share knowledge today is about to stand the world on it’s head.
So this won’t be about me. It will be about what I do for a living, what I do for a hobby, what I do when I’m awake and what I do when I’m asleep. It will be about photography. Not necessarily how to do it, but rather how photography has, and will continue to change the way we view the world and ourselves. It will be about something that is so much more than a flimsy print of a bored child taken on a ridiculously colored velvet background.
Imagine if, on Christmas Eve, 1968, astronaut Bill Anders, while astonished with the vista in front of him of the Earth rising over the lunar horizon, chose to sketch what was before him, rather than snap a very quick shot of what Galen Rowell would later described as “the most influential environmental photograph ever taken.”
Or, Imagine how impactful a verbal description of “her green eyes” would have been, had National Geographic photographer, Steve McCurry not grabbed that shot of the direct and piercing gaze of the mysterious Afghan girl through those green eyes. An image that would make it’s way into the top 100 pictures of National Geographic.
Remember Marilyn Monroe? Remember the image of her dress being sent aloft by a gust from an air vent? Of course you do! Do you think you would remember it, had you never seen it?
And, I won’t bring up 9/11.
Photography, whether we realize it or not, influences us in ways that we may never fully understand.
Consider your passport, your drivers license, your grad photos, your wedding photos, your vacation photos, your x-rays, Google Earth, spy planes, telephoto lenses, paparazzi.
Photography pervades us. It has the ability to sadden, delight, elicit, confound, mislead, confuse, freeze, blur, record, convey, illustrate, portray, invade, disturb, inform, sell, promote…
My blogs will not always speak directly about photography. Rather, they may tell about an event or cause that interests me because of what I do. Or they may be about a project that I am involved in, that without photographs would be about as interesting as a verbal description of the color of a sunset.
And, in fairness, given that this is what I do for a living, they may be about any one of my clients who have used my imagery to convey their special message to the world.
By The Way…
If you end up enjoying this blog, thank my friend and assistant, Laura Scotten. That was her boot that you heard.