Thursday, January 1, 2026

Revealed by the Light

 

Sunrise light reveals a young girl's features from the early morning darkness of her workplace, the garbage dump in Sylhet, Bangladesh, illuminating a moment of unguarded curiosity. Elements of my photographs often contain themes of mythology, faith, culture, ritual, and symbolism. Often I seek a composition that contains juxtaposition to create an interesting story. Two of my favorite juxtapositions are - young “Monks”; “holy men” acting as the young boys that they are and the second, as in this photograph, - finding beauty and dignity in the most unexpected locations, places where you least expect to find it …

Wednesday, December 31, 2025

The Split Mind of the Portrait Photographer

There is a moment in photography — a moment so fleeting that it barely exists — when something in the world calls out and something inside us answers. If we’re honest, that moment is rarely conscious. 

 

 

We like to believe we decide to take a photograph, but more often, the photograph decides for us. Years of seeing, studying, absorbing, and remembering - all accumulating beneath the surface. They form a silent intelligence — a visual instinct — that recognizes meaning before the conscious mind can name it. 

This subconscious eye is shaped by: 

     • the symbols we’ve internalized

     • the gestures we’ve witnessed 

    • years of visual memory 

    • the rituals we’ve observed 

    • the emotional rhythms of human life

     • the mythic echoes that resonate across cultures 

    • the rhythm of human behavior

The subconscious sees patterns that the conscious mind cannot yet articulate. It senses alignment, tension, harmony, and story. It responds to the world with intuition rather than analysis.

 Our subconscious recognizes the moment before our conscious mind can name it. It sees the gesture, the alignment, the symbolic echo — and it acts. 

This is why the best photographs feel received rather than constructed. 

We don’t take them. 

We allow them. 

Only afterward, the conscious mind steps in. 

After the photograph is taken, in the quiet realm of post processing, the conscious mind begins its work.

 It analyzes the frame, interprets the moment, and constructs meaning. It says: “Ah, I took this because the light was perfect,”, or “I was drawn to the gesture”, or “This composition echoes a painting I love.” 

These are explanations, not causes. These explanations are retrospective. They are stories we tell ourselves to justify a decision already made. 

 The cause happened earlier, in the part of the mind that doesn’t speak — the part that simply knows.

The subconscious creates. The subconscious is not the enemy of intention. It is the wellspring of intuition. 

Our conscious mind is the editor, the interpreter, the curator. 

Our subconscious is the hunter, the listener, the seer. 

Creativity happens when the two collaborate: 

        • The subconscious recognizes the moment. 

        • The conscious mind later understands why it mattered. 

This is why my work feels mythic — because my subconscious is constantly matching the world against a deep internal library of symbols, gestures, and archetypes. 

I don’t think my way into those moments. I feel my way into them.

In Islamic thought, creativity is often framed as something granted rather than owned. 

The phrase “Mashallah” (As God has willed it) reflects a worldview in which human creativity is not a personal achievement but a blessing — a trust. This perspective carries a profound humility. 

 


It suggests that the artist is not the source of creation, but the vessel. That inspiration is not manufactured, but it is received. That the moment of seeing is not seized, but granted. As a photographer, this resonates deeply with me. 

  


The truth is: 

We do not control the world we photograph. 

We do not command the light, the gesture, the expression, the timing. 

We simply remain open — receptive — ready. 

In this sense, the subconscious moment of creation feels less like a decision and more like a gift. 

I have long believed that every portrait is also gift from the photographed person to the photographer. 

It is a moment of mutual recognition — a silent agreement that says: “I see you.” “You may see me.” “Let us share this moment.” 

 


 This exchange is not transactional. It is relational. It is human. The subject offers presence. The photographer offers attention. The photograph becomes the artifact of their shared experience.

This is why the best portraits feel alive — because they are born from collaboration, not appropriation or exploitation. 

 


 They emerge from respect, empathy, and the acknowledgment of a shared condition. 

 
In this way, portraiture becomes a spiritual practice - a practice of humility, a practice of gratitude, and always - a practice of seeing.

Tuesday, December 30, 2025

MEMORIES of the PAST


 

A Manta Woman on the Bukhainagar River  

As 2025 comes to a rapid close, I am, like so many other people, reflecting upon the past year.  The accomplishments, disappointments, joys, and changes come foremost in my mind.

I started my travels in February with a 20 day tour of Bangladesh - definitely one of the "places less visited".  I was shocked!  Never in my wildest dreams, did I ever imagine that Bangladesh would become my favorite destination.  Yes, Bangladesh!  We are all familiar with all the reasons why Bangladesh is not on most people's bucket list of places to visit.  But, what I was shocked to experience there was the beauty and hospitality of the Bangladeshi people.
 
One group of people that I spent some time photographing were the Manta people - landless people who live on small boats in Barisal Division.  They were very friendly and had no problem being photographed.
 
I do not photograph people as "subjects".  I photograph them as participants in their own stories.  My lens seeks truth, not performance.  I wait for the moment when a person forgets the camera - not to catch them off-guard but to honor who they are when they are most themselves.
 
Later in the year, I became involved with an Internet photography community and experienced a great change in how I edited my photographs.  The group has also been very supportive and encouraging in my photography goals as well as visions.
 
With better refined techniques and skills, I revisited some of my photographs from my February tour of Bangladesh.  In a new look at the above photo, I was struck by how much it reminded me of my past.  Thirty eight years ago, I was going through a divorce.  In setting up a new home, I placed a poster that resonated with me on my bedroom.  This photo brought back memories of that time.  I did not remember the name of the painter or the name of the work of art.  Technology has also evolved and changed over that period of time, so it was easy to determine that the poster was of "The Lady of Shalott" by Waterhouse from 1888. 

"The Lady of Shalott" painting is based on the poem "The Lady of Shalott" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Tennyson’s poem was inspired by the Arthurian legend—specifically the story of Elaine of Astolat, a maiden who appears in medieval tales about King Arthur and the knights of the Round Table.

In the poem, she has been cursed to live isolated in a tower near Camelot, only able to view the world through a mirror and weave what she sees into a tapestry. When she defies the curse by looking directly out her window at Sir Lancelot, she is doomed to die. Waterhouse’s painting captures the poignant moment when the Lady leaves her tower, setting out in a boat toward Camelot, fully aware that she is embracing her fate
 
My photograph shares so many elements and symbols in common with the painting:
 
A lone figure on water, suspended between worlds — resonates with the same mythic tension that energizes Waterhouse’s Lady of Shalott:
  • Isolation within openness
    Both images place a solitary figure in a vast, reflective environment. The water becomes a psychological boundary, not just a physical one.
  • The threshold moment
    In the painting, the Lady is caught in the instant that she breaks the curse, sealing her fate.
    In the photograph, the Manta woman is caught in a moment of transition — not dramatic, but existential - returning from the village, a land based world, across the Bukhainagar River to her water based world of her home aboard a slightly larger boat.
        The mythic undertone
        My photograph isn’t a reenactment, but it rhymes with the painting:
        a human suspended between fate and agency, between enclosure and the world
 
 In Lady of Shalott: the water is the path to Camelot — a journey toward truth and death.
 
In my photo: the water is a space for contemplation, anonymity, and possibility. The Manta woman, by choice, fate or a curse is in a journey between our world and her world. 
 
In my photograph there is no Camelot, no curse, no rich tapestry.  The photograph is of a human being in the world - quiet humanism versus the tragic romanticism of the painting.
 
I guess that is why the photograph feels mystic to me without being theatrical. 
 
I now question creativity - "Is creativity born or is it influenced by our experiences?'  
 
If I had never seen Waterhouse's "The Lady of Shalott", would I have taken this photograph? 
 
If Waterhouse had never read Tennyson's poem, would he have created this powerful painting? 
 
If Tennyson had never experienced the Arthurian legend, would he have written his poem?
 
All questions to be contemplated and written about in a future blog. 
 
One thing that I am sure of all works can be appreciated on their own merits regardless of their provenance or inspiration. 
 
 
 
 


 

Friday, December 26, 2025

Geneva Camp Grandmother


 "Geneva Camp Grandmother" - I returned to the Bihari people at the Geneva Camp in Dhaka's Mohammadpur District a second time during this month's adventure. I felt thoroughly welcomed and safe there. All the people there were very friendly and accommodating. This section of the camp is greatly less commercialized than the previous section that I had visited earlier on this tour. The homes also appeared larger and less crowded (by Geneva Camp standard)

No Thanks Necessary

 

                                            Bihari Girl Reacting to Viewing Her Portrait

"No Thanks Necessary" - This little Bihari girl in Geneva Camp located in Mohammadpur District of Dhaka, Bangladesh was very hesitant about being photographed. Eventually after watching others get photographed, and submitting to her curiosity, she succumbed to my charm. No, this is not that photograph, ... this is her reaction to her mother after seeing her portrait on the LCD screen of my camera. Sometimes photography speaks for those who have no voice. It also provides a face and personal identity to issues ignored or distorted. Life is not limited to statistics.

I Saw the Light, I Saw the Light


 

My just concluded tour of Bangladesh was a sort of religious experience. I am considering converting or becoming a believer. Like Hank Williams sang in "I Saw the Light" - "I saw the light, I saw the light
No more darkness, no more night
Now I'm so happy, no sorrow in sight" Those that know me, have heard my disinterest and disregard for "back-lighting" in photography. Well, on this trip I have seen and embraced the light - the backlighting. Yeah, this is what I am talking about ...
 

 

Bangladesh - Hindu Pottery Workers

 


First thing first ... I LOVE THIS SHOT! Now ... the story. We: my guide, driver and I went to a Hindu pottery village. As we entered the village under the mid-day Bangladesh sun, I spotted this dilapidated building, perhaps a bit of hyperbole so let's say "run-down" and heard voices inside. My guide, knowing how I am and operate,went off to do his thing. I entered and found three women busy converting mounds of clay into pottery for use in making the local specialty "Doi" - a sweetened yogurt. I went in and started to photograph their activity making sure not to disrupt their focus and rhythm. After awhile they asked me for money to buy food. I am not good at giving alms or even charity. However, I recognized an opportunity - good for them and definitely good for me. I would pay them for their services! I would make them my paid photography workers. I paid each one of them$2.00 most likely more than 1/2 day wages for them and they would take direction from me ... doing what I like, so to speak. I immediately channeled David Hemming's character from "Blow-Up" and took some shots. I went down on a spare clay saturated burlap work mat - much to their amusement. Clothes can be washed, even when traveling, but great light and interesting subjects can not be lost for the want of clean clothes! We actually enjoyed our selves and established a meaningful collaborative effort. Just as a whisper is often a prelude to seduction, the light was soft and seductive preluding to dramatic environmental portraits. To share a personal note, I called my wife to come inside to look at this finished photo (she was outside decorating the Christmas tree on our patio - devote Buddhist with strong Animist and Hindu overtones setting up her Christian tree LOL) She loved the photo and immediately asked if I gave them money? I said "No, I paid them to be my models." She smiled and said "I know you".