The End of the Age of Photography – The Conclusion
It is five years since The End of the Age of Photography first appeared on bleakbeauty.com on Oct 20, 2007. It was also delivered as at a symposium at Stanford University, where Muybridge created much of his Animals in Motion. This is the Fourth and final installment.
The End of the Age of Photography – Part Four
Bring in the prisoner….
The Photographer is brought in, arms pinioned behind his back with plastic handcuffs. A small cattle tank of water is on the floor before him.
“Are we going fishing?” He asks in jest.
The man behind him, forces the Photographer to his knees than pushes his head into the tank, holding it there. When the Photographer emerges he is gasping for air.
“Have you changed your position about digital cameras?” asks the interrogator.
“Yes” sputters the prisoner.
“And why is that?”
Before he can answer his head is again forced into the tank.
“What did you say?”
Gasping for air, water running down his head.
“The Cannon G 11?” asks the interrogator. “You have one?”
“Yes I do”
“And did you have one while you were writing that digital was the end of the civilization,
and that people should assault people using Blackberries? You had a G11 then?”
“Yes, I did but I didn’t like it.”
“But now you like it?”
“I did like it, but I felt guilty, and I only used it for a year. Then I stopped”
“So you lied. You do not “practice what you preach” as they say. You are a hypocrite.
Anything else you would like to say, or would you like to do some underwater photography?
“I have a Leica!”
“Everyone has a Leica — in the closet. They are going into the dustbin of history.”
“I have a digital Leica!”
“You, the one that wrote 5000 words about the End of Photography, the end of civilization itself caused be digital, have a Digital Leica? What if this leaks out?”
“It cannot leak, sir. It has no film.”
“I have a waterproof cover on my Apple 4 I phone! I just got it.”
“In case your phone along your shit sandwich of “historical” writing are dumped into the tank along with your aging brain?”
“No sir. I have it because I might drop it into the river while I am photographing trout on the end of my line.”
“While you are making digital color photographs capable of being blown up to twenty inches across that you send to your children by texting, you mean!”
“Yes. I do all of that.”
“Get rid of the asshole. He probably texts while he drives too. A menace.”
Exit the prisoner, head bowed.