Blue
Saturday, June 03, 2017
Blue is the colour between violet and green on the
optical spectrum of visible light. Human eyes perceive blue when observing
light with a wavelength between 450 and 495 nanometres, which is between 4500
and 4950 ångströms. Blues with a higher frequency and thus a shorter wavelength
gradually look more violet, while those with a lower frequency and a longer
wavelength gradually appear more green. Pure blue, in the middle, has a
wavelength of 470 nanometers (4700 ångströms). In painting and traditional colour
theory, blue is one of the three primary colours of pigments, along with red
and yellow, which can be mixed to form a wide gamut of colours. Red and blue
mixed together form violet, blue and yellow together form green. Blue is also a
primary colour in the RGB colour model, used to create all the colours on the
screen of a television or computer monitor.
The modern English word blue comes from Middle English
bleu or blewe, from the Old French bleu, a word of Germanic origin related to
Old Dutch, Old High German, Old Saxon blāo
and Old Frisian blāw,
blau. The clear sky and the deep sea appear blue because of an optical effect
known as Rayleigh scattering. When sunlight passes through the atmosphere, the
blue wavelengths are scattered more widely by the oxygen and nitrogen
molecules, and more blue comes to our eyes. An optical effect called Tyndall
scattering, similar to Rayleigh scattering, explains blue eyes; there is no
blue pigment in blue eyes. Distant objects appear more blue because of another
optical effect called atmospheric perspective.
Blue has been used for art and decoration since ancient
times. The semi-precious stone lapis lazuli, coming from mines in Afghanistan,
was used in ancient Egypt for jewelry and ornament and later, in The
Renaissance, to make the pigment ultramarine, the most expensive of all
pigments. It is the most important color in Judaism. In the Middle Ages, cobalt
blue was used to colour the stained glass windows of cathedrals. Beginning in
the 9th century, Chinese artists used cobalt to make fine blue and white porcelain.
Blue dyes for clothing were made from woad [a flower] in Europe and indigo in
Asia and Africa. In 1828 a synthetic ultramarine pigment was developed, and
synthetic blue dyes and pigments gradually replaced mineral pigments and
vegetable dyes. Pierre-Auguste Renoir, Vincent van Gogh and other late 19th
century painters used ultramarine and cobalt blue not just to depict nature,
but to create moods and emotions. In the late 18th century and 19th century,
blue became a popular colour for military uniforms and police uniforms. In the
20th century, because blue was commonly associated with harmony, it was chosen
as the colour of the flags of the United Nations and the European Union. Toward
the end of the 20th century, dark blue replaced dark grey as the most common
colour for business suits; surveys showed that blue was the colour most
associated with the masculine, just ahead of black, and was also the colour
most associated with intelligence, knowledge, calm and concentration.
Surveys in the US and Europe show that blue is the colour
most commonly associated with harmony, faithfulness, confidence, distance,
infinity, the imagination, cold, and sometimes with sadness. In US and European
public opinion polls it is the most popular colour, chosen by almost half of
both men and women as their favourite colour.
Wikipedia
Curiously my image was taken with Kodak b+w Infrared film. I scan the negative in RGB colour in my scanner and I make the colour by mixing blue with cyan.
Red
The Vermilion Psychiatric Couch
Friday, June 02, 2017
Until about 10 years ago, already into this century I had to
let go of my very nice studio in downtown Vancouver. It suffered from that
perennial “leaky tank” problem. With the
decline of magazines, newspapers my editorial work had diminished to the point
that money coming into the studio was not exceeding the money going out.
I closed it and got rid of lots of stuff I had amassed in
the many years I had been there. There were big piles of telephone books that I
used to make the photographs of short and tall lawyers look more uniform. There
were all kinds of reflectors and their opposites big black ones. But my real
sad quandary was the psychiatric couch.
Some years before I had been taking photographs of a lovely
woman undraped and she told me, “If you are going to do more of this you need
to find a loveseat or a sofa where we can lie on. I went downstairs and bought
a newspaper. There was an ad that I believe read something like this:
Retiring psychiatrist is selling psychiatric couch for
$100 -will deliver for $25.
I was the proud owner of a real psychiatric couch. It was
heavy and it had a faded and worn out spot were the doctor’s patients rested
their head. For the many (and there were many) photographs that I took with the
couch I always had to drape a bed sheet, black satin or whatever to cover the
faded spot.
How was I going to deal with this couch now? My son-in-law
who had an old Toyota liftback told me the couch would fit in his car. We
manhandled the unit into his car and brought it to our house on Athlone. It fit
just right in the living room. I photographed my granddaughters on it and it
served us well for some of our family Christmas portraits.
When we moved to our present location in Kitsilano here in
Vancouver I knew exactly what I was going to do. I had the folks at Cook’s
Upholstery take it away and I chose a beautiful vermilion. It is now in our
piano room next to our 100 year-old Chickering baby grand which has a piano
stool covered in the same material.
Nena's Legs
Thursday, June 01, 2017
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Nena |
Quite a few years ago I was determined to become a full
Argentine by learning to dance the tango. In the end I did learn but I would
define my skill as simply efficient. There were some bonuses as I met some
lovely women who wore slit skirts to show off their equally lovely legs. One of
them was Nena.
When Nena was a little girl her father gave her some toys
and dolls that were stuffed in one fishnet stocking. It seems that Nena threw
the contents away and kept the single stocking. She has loved fishnets and
sheer stockings since.
About ten years ago I was driving down 6th
Avenue in Vancouver when I almost crashed the car. I saw a woman from behind
walking. She had fishnets and there was no doubt in my mind that it was Nena.
The Story Behind Our Rosa ‘Königin von Dänemark'
Wednesday, May 31, 2017
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Rosa ‘Königin von
Dänemark' - May 29 2017 scan from our garden |
Below you will find a shortened version of where some
roses came from, and how at long last I found which queen of Denmark is my Rosa ‘Königin
von Dänemark', who bred it, and how this lovely rose thrived by being
transplanted from our old Kerrisdale garden on Athlone Street into our little
Kitsilano deck garden.
In our large garden in Kerrisdale on Athlone Street I
amassed 85 roses beginning sometime at the end of the 80s. I had a preference
for storied old roses and David Austin English Roses because these roses have
intense fragrance.
Most old roses are not remontant which means they bloom
only once in early summer. In the 19th century a class of roses was
developed called Hybrid Perpetuals (not in the least perpetual!) that bloomed
once and then sparingly in the fall. It seems that roses coming from China had
the ability to be remontant. One of these remontant roses was not from China
but from the Middle East that history tells us may have come back to Europe
during the crusades. This rose was from a class called Damask and the rose that
bloomed more than once had the fanciful name of Rosa ‘Quatre Saisons’. I had that rose for a few years in the mid 90s until it simply died in a specially cold early spring.
In our Athlone garden I had increasing shade by big
conifers on a neighbour’s garden. Some of my roses began to look unhappy and a
few became diseased with botrytis cinerea.
The symptom was that the bloom would fall off before opening. The disease hit
four of my roses. Two were Albas which are hybrids whose antiquity may go back
further than the Roman Empire. Pliny, who lived from 23-79 A.D., mentioned
white roses in his Natural History. Botanists believe these roses may have been
Albas. These roses are usually white and their leaves are grayish. They almost
never get other well know afflictions like black spot.
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Botrytis affecting Rosa 'Reine des Violettes' (purple) & Rosa 'Maiden's Blush', pink Scan from my garden |
My Albas were Rosa
‘Maiden’s Blush’ and Rosa ‘Königin
von Dänemark'. A third was Rosa
‘Belle Isis’ a Gallica which like all Gallicas are native to southern and central Europe. The
fourth was Rosa ‘Reine des Violettes’ a Hybrid Perpetual.
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Rosa ‘Königin von
Dänemark' July 17 2007 proliferated bloom but still beautiful |
I tried spraying with copper sulphate and sulphur but nothing worked.
Reine des Violettes died a few years ago and Belle Isis did not emerge with new
growth this spring in our Kitsilano garden.
But, (yes but!) ‘Maiden’s Blush and ‘Königin von
Dänemark'’are both healthy. Maiden’s Blush as I write has yet to bloom but the
other is glorious. My only guess is that transplanting them to a different place
with different soil did the trick.
Alba Roses are hybrids whose antiquity may go back
further than the Roman Empire. Pliny, who lived from 23-79 A.D., mentioned
white roses in his Natural History. Botanists believe these roses may have been
Albas.
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Rosa ‘Königin von
Dänemark' - May 30 2017 scan from our garden |
From a website on Early Rose Breeding in Germany I found this:
The Englishman
James Booth was to emerge in a formerly part of Denmark but now in Germany with
a rose of ‘German origin’.
James Booth – a
landscape gardener from Scotland – was invited about 1795 by Baron von Vogt of – at that time – Denmark,
to create an ornamented farm, following the English example. Flottbeck, or as
it is written today ‘Flottbek’, now a suburb of Hamburg/Germany, had fallen to
Denmark by succession. Rich businessmen and ship owners, having their trade in
Hamburg built their estates and residences in Flottbek at that time. Several
others followed von Vogt’s example and more ornamented farms were built. To
meet the growing interests in trees and shrubs, tree nurseries were established
in the vicinity of these ornamented farms, where climatic and soil conditions
were optimal for nurseries. This, and the prospect to get a job there, led an
ex-sailor to move on with this family from Lower Saxony to this place. One of
the descendants of this ex-sailor should be the founder of one of today’s
leading rose nurseries worldwide: Wilhelm Kordes.
Alongside his
landscape gardening, which lasted for about 10 years, in 1798 Booth built up his own tree and shrub nursery
in Flottbek, where he finally started his rose breeding attempt.
The ‘Bleu Rougâtre
de Flottbeck’, described by Bosse as “bright red with violet fluorescence,” is
probably the only cultivar James Booth ever bred. He died in 1814 and was
succeeded by his sons.
In 1826 James Booth
Sons released the Alba ‚’Königin von Dänemark’, a seedling of the Alba ‘Maidens
Blush’ and an unknown rose. It would be their only release. This ‘Königin von
Dänemark’ sparked what was called “Der Rosenkrieg“ [‘rose war’] between James
Booth`s sons, [‘James Booth Söhne’] and Johann Georg Christian Lehmann, the
first director of the Botanical Institute in Hamburg and author of more than
half a dozen botanical books of scientific rank. Lehmann accused Booth Sons of
selling the known rose cultivar ‚La Belle Courtisane’ under a new name, and of
not having bred a new cultivar at all.[22] This “war” took place in the great
newspapers of that time, occupying most of the energy of the two opponents. In
the end, Prof. Lehmann could not prove his accusations, but the reputation of
both opponents had sustained major damage.
Booth Sons, very
successful as owners of the tree nursery, did not engage any more in rose
breeding. The nursery closed forever in 1886, liquidated by the next generation,
without having contributed any more to the rose world.
Here is the information of that Queen of Denmark Marie of Hess-Kassel! All of the roses featured in the scans here are not remontant. The argument
that some rosarians make (include me!) is that nobody expects cherry
trees or rhododendrons to bloom more than once. What these Albas, Hybrid
Perpetuals and Gallicas have in common is that all have outstanding
perfume. That’s why I love old roses.
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Marie of Hesse-Kassel by Jens Juel - 1790 |
Bertram Brooker - A Wonderful Discovery
Tuesday, May 30, 2017
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Bertram Brooker - Figures in a Landscape 1931 |
Rosemary and I are hard-copy newspaper fans. That may be
because at over 70 (both of us) we cannot budge from our old ways. We
faithfully read our daily delivered NY Times every day of the week and the
Vancouver Sun 6 days of the week.
Every once in a while the Vancouver Sun
delivers in spades (via An Edition of NP in the Vancouver Sun – they call it).
Wednesday’s May 31 st edition has a most
interesting article entitled The Forgotten Nudes of Canada. It is here. In this
article I have discovered a wonderful Canadian artist called Bertram Brooker (1888-
1955). I wonder how else I might have found him.
The article is about the fact that Canadian art has
always seem to have been about the Canadian landscape. It is most interesting
to note the title of Brooker’s work – Figures in Landscape.
I have scoured my extensive files of nudes and have found few that would match the above work. My close shot nudes are never in landscape. And my landscape nudes are much like this one that I took in LIghthouse Park in West Vancouver.
My Estellas & the Death of Romance
Monday, May 29, 2017
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Cornelia sitting on floor left, her mother Jeanette siting behind her. |
This theme has been in my head since I received a Facebook
Messenger response from Cornelia a few weeks ago.
At age 74 almost 75 my romantic past (and by this I mean
romance since I can remember it) has flickered past like a silent movie.
I guess it all began when I was around 8 and my parents took
me to the Buenos Aires suburb of Anchorena. There I met a lovely little girl,
serious and remote called Ysabel Opisso. All I can remember of her was that
remoteness. She became my first Estella. It was in subsequent years but still
in Buenos Aires when we read Great Expectations that the name Estella became
part of my distant relationship with girls and women I admired.
It was Cornelia in Nueva Rosita, Coahuila who became a
memorable Estell of mine in the back seat of a Buick Roadmaster sometime around
1958. I was in the back seat with her. Her mother Jeanette was driving to the
US trough Eagle Pass, Texas to take her to a school in Uvalde. I was then to be
driven to the San Antonio Greyhound bus station to take my Scenicruiser to
Austin and to my boarding school St. Edward’s High School.
I remember absolutely nothing of anything we might have said
in that back seat. She was as patrician as her mother (who was my mother’s best
friend in her isolation in Nueva Rosita where she taught a few children (and
me) whose parents worked at the American Smelting & Refining Company.
But I remember that she was an Estella and I had never
forgotten her.
In the beginning of this century I was able to find her
mother who was living in Eagle Pass and we had long conversations on early Skype.
She told me that Cornelia had married a gentleman from those parts and now also
lived in Eagle Pass.
Cornelia finally answered and was elated. But romances of
the past are doomed to a stifling unease from the other party when they note my
approach which seems strange to them.
I cannot explain (without further scaring these Estellas and
my other former girlfriends) that for me love or some form of it may fade a tad
in the present but the memory of it in the past is always there.
I never let go of any women in my life except one. She was
as old flame who was going to travel to see me during the 1968 Mexican
Olympics. I had to reveal to her that I had just married my Rosemary.
What I want to assert here is that I love in some way all
those women from my past.
This romantic balloon can burst particularly as I have
imposed a rosy permanence that cannot withstand the progress of time.
Take for example my teenage flame from Austin. She was a
cute very short cheerleader. I had two dates with her after agonizing a fear of
an Estella rejection.
In 2011 I found her in business ( she owned a cheerleading
supply company) in San Antonio. After my initial attempts of communication with
her she must have found me to be strange. And that was it.
Until a couple of months ago when she requested to be my
friend in Facebook. Wow was I excited at reliving that rose past. But no. It
has been a steady disappointment for me as her postings were either about
watching San Antonio Spurs games or postings of the altar of the church she
attends on Sundays. Religion and basketball – that to me has ended somewhat
(but not completely) whatever romance I had.
My next step, without unfriending her is to block her posts.
The death of romance it is.
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