Making Photographs & Magic

3 by David duChemin
July 29, 2015 at 8:07 am  •  Posted in In the Magazine, Inspiration by  •  3 Comments

Fall colours blaze across Tombstone Territorial Park, Yukon Territory, Canada. © David duChemin

Fall colours blaze across Tombstone Territorial Park, Yukon Territory, Canada. © David duChemin

When I was 14 I picked up a camera at a neighbour’s garage sale, a little Voigtlander rangefinder that changed my life. Quickly I wanted what we all want at the beginning—more control, more lenses, more gear. My mother gave me a Pentax Spotmatic and a gadget back full of stuff, acquired from a co-worker who had recently lost her father to whom all this belonged, along with a gigantic and aging Linhoff tripod that collapsed on its own whim, often pinching my fingers or sending my camera to the ground. My God I loved that thing.

I loved looking through the viewfinder and allowing the frame to make sense of the world, to bring some order to things. I loved the alternate way of seeing things. Spurred on by Freeman Patterson’s books and a pile of old Photo Life magazines, I learned my craft, always with this inescapable sense of mystery, curiosity and excitement. When I started developing my own negs and printing my own work, eventually in my own darkroom, that excitement was accompanied by some heady, indescribable magic. It might have been the chemicals.

I had friends in a band. I photographed them. I want for walks with my massive tripod and a used Soligor 400-mm lens that was, at it’s fastest, an f/8. But I insisted on using it with a 2x teleconverter because if there’s one thing better than a boring photograph of a duck, it’s a boring photograph of a duck that’s twice as large in the frame. I didn’t care. It was magic. All of it. I photographed when I could. I made hundreds, and later thousands of truly bad photographs. It was still magic.

Fall colours blaze across Tombstone Territorial Park, Yukon Territory, Canada. © David duChemin

Fall colours blaze across Tombstone Territorial Park, Yukon Territory, Canada. © David duChemin

And not once did it concern me whether I fit someone’s definition of what a photographer was or was not. I was too busy with the magic of making photographs.

So when I see clever posts on Facebook or the blogs of other photographers, defining what is and is not a photographer, and who does and doesn’t get to experience the magic, my heart sinks a little bit. I got into this to make photographs, not make distinctions.

The world is full of people trying to do what they love, and some of them, like I was at the beginning, are doing it in stops and starts. They’re making some truly bad photographs with hand-me-down gear and tripods we snicker at. And some of them will, one day, make photographs that amaze me. Almost two years ago I gave a presentation at a weekend conference in New Brunswick, and standing in the front row with hundreds of others, giving me a standing ovation, was Freeman Patterson, a man who is still my hero as much for his photography as for his humanity. It brings tears to my eyes just thinking about that moment. I’m still just making a lot of really bad photographs. I do that to get to the few really good ones. I’m glad I didn’t stop when others snickered at my gear. I’m glad there was no internet, no Facebook, and no clamouring voices discouraging me at the time.

We don’t get to decide who is and who isn’t. We get to decide if we are, and having made that decision, to go make photographs, to feel the joy of creation.”

Amateurs, don’t listen to the voices that tell you you’re not a so-called real photographer. Find voices you can respect as much for their humanity as you can for their art, because they’re connected. “Ridicule,” I’ve read somewhere, “is a terrible witherer of the imagination. It binds us where we should be free.” That applies to both those who listen to it and those from whom it comes. Go find the magic, wherever you can. Make the thing that gives you joy, and in the way that fills your imagination. Don’t worry about whether they call you a photographer or not. It’s not what they do or don’t call you, it’s what you make. What you give back. In the end it’ll be the people that show us a new way of seeing the world that get our attention. And seeing the world based on who’s in and who’s out, who is and who isn’t—that’s the oldest way of seeing the world. There are better ways to inspire beauty and magic.

David duChemin is a Vancouver-based photographer and adventurer. His bestselling books on the art of photography have been translated into a dozen languages. davidduchemin.com

3 Comments

  1. Werner Maurer / August 3, 2015 at 11:06 pm / Reply

    Well said, great article!

    You say you had a Linhof tripod at one point. I just picked up a Linhof tripod at a thrift store a couple of weeks ago, and I wonder if you can answer a question for me. The tripod only opens into the “splayed” (low-rise) position and doesn’t have any click stops for “normal” position, the usual position for most tripods. I’m wondering if this is a defect, or if there is something worn out in the legs, or if this is just the way that tripod is. It no longer has a label so I can’t tell you the model. I also wonder if it’s safe to just put the legs where I want them and can count on them to be somewhat stable. I can’t help wondering if you had the same tripod. Maybe I even bought the very one that you had – I bought it in Oliver in the south Okanagan, with a nice ballhead on it, which is what I bought it for.

    Thanks!
    Werner

    • David duChemin / August 4, 2015 at 11:06 am / Reply

      Thanks, Werner. My Linhoff sounds a lot like yours. Stable would be the last thing I’d have called it. No stops on the legs, just hope it stays where you put it. There’s a reason I went long ago with Gitzo 🙂 Good luck!

  2. Mary / August 7, 2015 at 11:25 am / Reply

    Thank you for such an encouraging article.I don’t make great photos but, they sure do bring back the good memories from my travels.

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