"The camera is an instrument that teaches people how to see without a camera." - Dorothea Lange

Monday, April 28, 2014

"inventing vivian maier"

My friends who live on the east and west coast have been emailing and calling for days: Have you seen the Vivian Maier movie yet? You must! Unless I hop on a plane, I have to wait until it makes its way to the heartland, which will finally happen this Friday. I've been patiently waiting. 

The following article by Abigail Solomon-Godeau, published in "Jeu de Paume" superbly addresses the complexities of this photographer and her work. If you've found yourself interested in Vivian Maier, make yourself a cup of tea or coffee and give it a read.


First she was found, as announced in the title of one of the two documentary films about her (Finding Vivian Maier), but now it can be justly said her life now requires posthumous invention. And, for the most part, this invention is necessitated by Maier’s voluminous production and its entrance into the photographic marketplace. This, however, is only one of a number of issues raised by both her life and work. As it happens, her job as a nanny – an explicitly gendered profession – was itself an occasion for much of her photography. It also risks becoming a branding moniker: Who Took Nanny’s Pictures? is the title of the BBC documentary, and citing the now-adult children she once minded, the news media have likened her to Mary Poppins. Looking at her many self-portraits reflected in mirrors and windows, there seems very little Poppins-like in her dour, impassive features. Nevertheless, despite the unknowability of this deeply secretive woman and the many lacunae in her biography, her new-found fame as a so-called street photographer, requires a story, a narrative, a way to link the life with its massive production.

Vivian Maier, Self-portrait, undated
© Vivian Maier / Maloof Collection. Courtesy Howard Greenberg Gallery, New York

In her provocative essay of 1984, “Landscape/View: Photography’s Discursive Spaces,” Rosalind Krauss addressed the complexities (and contradictions) of the art historical notion of “oeuvre” when applied to photographic production. As Krauss observed, those photographic histories constructed to conform to art historical models require equivalent concepts of authorship, intentionality and some claim for the works’ internal coherence or unity. Using as one of her examples the thousands of photographs made by Eugène Atget, Krauss questioned the validity of such concepts when applied to such a massive corpus. “There are other practices, other exhibits, in the archive that also test the applicability of the concept oeuvre. One of these is the body of work that is too meager for this notion; the other is the body that is too large. Can we imagine an oeuvre consisting of one work? The history of photography tries to do this with the single photographic effort ever produced by August Salzmann, a lone volume of archeological photographs (of great formal beauty), some portion of which are known to have been taken by his assistant. And, at the opposite extreme, can we imagine an oeuvre consisting of 10,000 works?”1

In the case of Atget, Krauss’s arguments were intended not just to demonstrate the mis-fit between the tenets of art history as these are imposed on photographic history but also to interpret Atget’s production in terms of the organizing logic of the archive. For Krauss, this approach was supported by Atget’s own cataloguing system, which, as it turns out, answered to the categories and requirements of his various clienteles. And while it may be that this reading of Atget’s motivations, their logic, and embeddedness in use value (as opposed to exhibition value), are specific to Atget, the artistic, and indeed, epistemological issues, posed by enormous photographic archives have by no means been resolved.

Vivian Maier, ChicagoIL, January 1956
© Vivian Maier / Maloof Collection. Courtesy Howard Greenberg Gallery, New York

Thus, the recently excavated photographs, negatives, Super 8 films and videos made by Maier raises these questions and more. Few lives in the modern urban world have been lived so far under the radar as to produce barely a trace of the subject, even after diligent research. For most of her adult life, she worked as a nanny, governess or caregiver in the suburbs or towns around Chicago’s North Shore (ca 1956-1980s). She seems to have discarded nothing she ever possessed; among her effects beside the photographs were found clothing, shoes, old newspapers, books, albums, memorabilia, and – importantly – professional darkroom processing receipts. She never cashed in her tax reimbursements, becoming effectively indigent by 2007. Thus, and with respect to her now celebrated corpus, it was only when the contents of her storage lockers were auctioned off for nonpayment that the story of her discovery begins.

Born in 1926, from the late 1940s until some time in the 1980s, she photographed her surroundings and their inhabitants obsessively – there is no other word that adequately characterizes her enterprise. An elusive figure in virtually all respects, the facts of her life and work are gradually being reconstituted, a task involving genealogists, photographers, archivists, documentary filmmakers and other specialists. This itself attests to her obscurity and reclusiveness. After 1956, living always in the homes of her various employers, she nonetheless maintained a vigilant personal privacy, all the more astonishing for its separation from the bustling family life that surrounded her. With neither family nor friends, in her final years her sole financial support was provided by the Gensburg family, for whom she worked longest and who paid for her studio, In 2008, already elderly, she slipped on the ice and although she was expected to recover, after being moved into a nursing home, four months later she was dead.

It is therefore somewhat remarkable that so soon after her death, there are now two feature length documentary films, three monographs, several websites, some with short videos, and a growing number of collectors and commercial galleries all collectively functioning to catalogue, print, scan, publicize, exhibit or sell Maier’s work.2 In other words, we are looking at the ongoing labor of many players, with various investments, all engaged in the process of manufacturing a reputation ab ovo. This is an extremely interesting process to observe, and in the context of my discussion here, it is not especially important if it is artistically merited or not.

Consequently, even as the biographical facts of Maier’s life are fleshed out, the central questions raised by Krauss are even more dramatically foregrounded given the scale of Maier’s extant archive. The collection of John Maloof consists of 100,000 to 150,000 negatives, over 3,000 prints, and also hundreds of undeveloped 35mm Ektachrome film. The collection of Jeffrey Goldstein, one of the purchasers of her auctioned effects, consists of 16,000 negatives, 225 rolls of film, 1,500 color slides, 1,100 vintage prints and 30 16mm home movies.3Ron Slattery has most of the original prints and some negatives. Goldstein has estimated that Maier produced about 50,000 images for each decade of her active life.4 Only a small fraction of her negatives were ever printed, either by Maier (who for several years had used her bathroom as a darkroom) or later, her commercial printers.

Vivian Maier, Chicago, August 22, 1956
© Vivian Maier / Maloof Collection. Courtesy Howard Greenberg Gallery, New York

Inevitably and necessarily, what has thus far been reproduced or exhibited of Maier’s work has been selected, and often printed, by its various owners or, so to speak, its stakeholders.5 This further begs the question of the definition of an oeuvre as expressing the preferences and choices – the presumed “vision” – of its maker. Putting aside for the moment all discussion of Maier’s subject matter, including the elastic definition of “street photography,” it is an open question as to how those photographs now printed from her negatives should look.6 Joel Meyerowitz, one of the doyens of so-called street photography expressed his concern about how Maier’s work is being variously constructed, raising precisely this issue.7 Obviously, there is no way of knowing why Maier printed (or developed) those that she did, or how she would have printed those that remained undeveloped. Moreover, at least in certain cases she cropped her prints, although as with virtually all her photographs, these were intended for her eyes-only. The sole exception to the privacy with which she guarded her photographic production was her occasional sale of pictures to the parents of the children who were in her charge.

Without endorsing the fetishism of certain types of photographic connoisseurship, it is nevertheless the case that choices in printing, cropping, and paper do materially affect the appearance of photographs, especially in black and white. This is equally the case with book or catalogue reproductions, as can be readily seen by comparing the reproductions in Maloof’s Vivian Maier: Street Photographer and Richard Cahan and Michael Williams’ Vivian Maier: Out of the Shadows. Those in the Maloof book were printed from high quality scans of the negatives, and are crisper, sharper and more tonal. They are full-page reproductions but not full-page bleeds, as are many of those reproduced in the Richard Cahan and Michael Williams catalogue. Which of the photographs are more accurate or faithful to the negative is impossible to judge, and thus it is only the (relatively) limited numbers of the prints she made that might provide some sense of her own preferences. But what if the prints made by scans or reprinting from her negatives are markedly of far “better” quality than the ones she made herself? (I would suspect this will turn out to be the case; had Maier been concerned with the quality of her prints there would be many more of them). Inescapably, the questions that arise with the posthumous reconstruction of a photographic reputation reveal contradictions and conundrums that are only distantly related to the art history of printmaking, but are endemic to the fabrication of photographic histories.

Vivian Maier, Untitled, 1954
© Vivian Maier / Maloof Collection. Courtesy Howard Greenberg Gallery, New York

Vivian Maier, St. East nº108, New York, NY, September 28, 1959
© Vivian Maier / Maloof Collection. Courtesy Howard Greenberg Gallery, New York

I have written elsewhere about the dubious generic category of “street photography,” a category so capacious as to be effectively meaningless.8 While there exist hundreds, if not thousands of photographers, many anonymous, who have made pictures on the street since photography’s earliest years (and for many different reasons and purposes), this does not in and of itself constitute a coherent genre. As a term invented in the mid-twentieth century within art photography discourse, the notion of “street photography” has been deployed to consecrate work by a very limited number of [mostly] art photographers (Walker Evans, Henri Cartier-Bresson and Robert Frank are paradigmatic examples). Be that as it may, among the ranks of those taking pictures of passers-by in public space, the number of women to have done this is significantly rare.9 In this respect, one of the most remarkable aspects of Maier as, in a sense, a compulsive photographer, is her gender. Certain of Maier’s commentators have invoked the precedents of Lisette Model and Helen Levitt assoi-disant street photographers, both of whose works Maier may well have known.10 Nevertheless, many if not most of Model’s published photographs are oriented towards the grotesque, and Levitt mostly photographed neighborhood children.

In any event, despite her distance from photography as a métier, Maier’s life-long picture taking, made primarily in public space, was anything but the hobby of an amateur, despite its private motivation. To what extent this was a function of her asocial existence, her extreme eccentricity, her apparent asexuality, who can say? Like so much else of Maier’s life and work, this is not an answerable question. What one can say is that in some mysterious and indeed, poignant way, Maier lived her adult life through the camera’s lens, a vicarious life in which the camera “eye” and the subjective “I” were inextricably linked. I know of no such other example in the history of photography. But an important point to be made is that like photojournalism, photographing on the street is a quintessentially masculine preserve. The reasons for this are many, and include the masculine prerogatives of active looking, the gendered attributes of public space, the relative vulnerability of women within that space, and the aggressive aspects of photographing unwitting subjects.

Accordingly, sexual difference, as well as gender — both inescapable facts of human psychic and social existence — cannot be immaterial or irrelevant in Maier’s photographic practice. It may have determined how she photographed (the Rolleiflex is far more discreet than a camera held to the eye); what she photographed (much of her subject matter is of suburban children at play) and shaped the way she imaged herself as an isolated figure disconnected from other human beings. Be that as it may, and in keeping with her employment, one major aspect of her work from the 1950s is the way she recorded the life of children (her charges included) without sentimentality or condensation. Depicted in parks and schoolyards, her [white] children in well-to-do suburbs of the North Shore are interestingly paralleled by her pictures of inner-city children of color and adults, as well as the working class, the poor, and the down-and-out. These raise interesting questions as to how and why this Franco-American, spinsterish woman would be so drawn to the urban margins: voyeurism? curiosity? empathy? identification? Reference is made by some of her previous employers (notably the Gensburgs) to her espousal of “liberal” or “left” politics, but no real details are supplied. Moreover, to have photographed then Vice President Richard Nixon greeting crowds in Chicago, or photographed newspaper headlines about John and later Robert Kennedy’s assassination are not indices of any particular political orientation. Apparently, there exist many photographs made during her extensive international travels, which included South Asia, the Philippines, Cuba, Egypt and many other places, but few of these have been published or exhibited. If nothing else, these far-flung voyages during which as always, she photographed constantly, suggest that she was utterly fearless. (In the 1950s, few women alone would have hazarded such journeys just as they would have avoided the Bowery or Chicago slums).

Although the relatively limited numbers of her pictures so far available make generalizations highly speculative, there are aspects of her photographictrajectoire that signal how it may have evolved. Her earliest extant photographs were those made after she and her French mother returned in 1932 to her mother’s natal village in the French alpine valley of Saint-Bonnet-en-Champsaur. Prior to their return, and after Maier’s mother’s separation from her husband Charles Maier (an émigré Austrian), the two had lived in the Bronx with a portrait photographer named Jeanne Bertrand. Whether Bertrand and her profession had any bearing on Maier’s future activities, as a photographer is, yet again, unknowable.11 As with many outsider artists or photographers — that is, those outside either professional or artistic practice — reconstituting a life is more difficult than reconstituting an archive.

In Saint-Bonnet-en-Champsaur, employing a Brownie box camera, Maier produced her first photographs. From what has been so far reproduced, these are unremarkable pictures of the Alpine scenery and the residents of the village. It seems evident, however, that when photographing these subjects, she was within a familiar milieu, her pictures made with the cooperation of her subjects. In 1938, she and her mother returned to NYC. But in 1949, at 23, Maier returned to Saint-Bonnet-en-Champsaur to claim a legacy from the sale of a family property. The proceeds enabled her first independent travels in the south of France.

In her passport application of 1950, Maier described herself as a factory worker, and by 1951 she was evidently employed in a sweatshop. According to Pamela Bannos, a photographer teaching at Northwestern engaged by Maloof to help determine the material and technical aspects of her work, sometime between 1951 and 1953, Maier replaced her basic box camera with a medium format twin lens Rolleiflex. The Rolleiflex produces two and a quarter inch square negatives, twelve exposures to a roll of film. Aside from the square format of the negative (which in turn influences an image’s formal composition), the exposure is made as the photographer looks down to the viewfinder where the image appears reversed. It may have taken her some time to master this more complicated camera, insofar as there is apparently a lacuna in her photography for the year 1952. But by 1953 she was using the Rolleiflex nearly exclusively.12 One of the other characteristics of this camera is that the making of the exposure requires no eye contact with the subject. Once the exposure is set, the photographer could be looking anywhere, and as such, the subject on the street may be altogether unaware of their visual capture. Indeed, in many of the self-portraits Maier looks up, sideways or frontally, the camera remains always at chest level.

In those pictures where her subject is clearly aware of the camera and willing to be photographed, they are overwhelmingly children, the elderly, minority or marginal adults (e.g., skid row denizens, the very poor, etc.). This is not unproblematic. Although photography critics and historians frequently babble on about humanism, empathetic identification and other alibis for both “street photography” and documentary, at least since Martha Rosler’s classic essay of 1981 there has existed a rigorous critique of the implications of posing the camera downwards.13 In other words, issues of power, of subject-object relations, and exploitation, as well as those of class, are inescapable aspects of what might be called the ethics as well as the politics of photographic representation. How or should we consider Maier’s practice in relation to such issues?

Of what has thus far been seen of Maier’s pictures, there appear to be few pictures of beautiful women or handsome men (there are some exceptions, but they are exceptions, unless this itself reflects editorial choices). On the other hand, there are many pictures of unconscious subjects (as well as unwitting ones), many back views, and many fragments of bodies. This suggests a gendered position inasmuch as it takes certain assertiveness, if not aggression, to photograph people without their permission. The expression of affront or annoyance on the face of certain of the bourgeois elderly women in Maier’s pictures makes evident their displeasure at being so taken, as it were, off guard. One of the camera shop employees where Maier processed her film remarks that she didn’t like women who were “made-up,” or “too feminine.”14Thus, while certain of her photographic subjects can be said to be participating in a social transaction, there are also numerous instances of what Henri Cartier-Bresson characterized as the camera’s “pounce.”

Here we might distinguish between her self-portraits and her self-representation, for while all portraits are self-representations, not all self-representations are portraits. Specifically, I refer here to the many photographs in which her unmistakable shadow looms across the scene before her viewfinder. This is, as is well known, a recurring trope in modernist photography; indeed, Lee Friedlander produced an entire book around this device. Which in turn suggests that Maier had been much more aware of the photography of her contemporaries than is acknowledged. Among her archives are a number of photography books, and during her many visits to NYC, she could well have popped into MoMA, where photography was continually exhibited. Perhaps the assumption of her unfamiliarity with contemporary work, even ignorance of it, is thought to burnish her reputation further. As for the self-portraits, it is their implacable opacity, and occasionally striking formal invention that place them into a different category than the more conventional imagery she made in the street.

As of today, (2 September 2013) a new story about Maier’s work has emerged from the blogosphere. It appears that even as what Jeff Goldstein referred to as the “Vivian Maier business” appears to prosper, there exist potential legal issues around copyright law. According to her post entitled “The Curious Case of Vivian Maier’s Copyright” by Julia Gray, it is possible (although evidently unlikely) that the state of Illinois could claim at least some of the profits from the sale of Maier’s archival prints or reprints from her negatives. The gist of which is that the state of Illinois might have claims on the sale of her prints and reprints of her photographs. Having died intestate, normally all her belongings or property would go to relatives no matter how far distant. Absent these, it would revert to the state. But the situation is extremely complicated legally; especially because the contents of the storage lockers were purchased while she still lived (2007). Consequently, Grey describes multiple scenarios, although all are predicated on the willingness of the state to prosecute the current owners or stakeholders. One option, Gray writes, is that “the state could decide that instead of a cease and desist order, the current owners may continue selling her work but that royalties would be collected by the state. In this instance, the state could pit the owners against each other, depending on who will pay the state more royalty money. Finally, if the current owners don’t cooperate, the state could sue them in federal court for ownership. However, before a lawsuit could proceed, the state would have to obtain the copyright.” However, the probate papers do not mention what is called intellectual property — the copyright on both printed and unprinted photos. Nor is there any copyright of her work registered with the United States Copyright Office. All of which suggests that it is unlikely there will be any real consequences for those involved with the Maier enterprise. Which is by no means to imply that this would be a desirable outcome. But it is here, however, where one can see how the terms of an “aesthetic” discourse within the world of contemporary photography, turning on the individual author and her work, and the far less lofty realities of market and marketing, property relations, public relations, media relations and all the other apparatuses, illuminate one another, or even collide. “Her big project,” remarks Michael Williams, “was her life,” but perhaps the even larger project is her posthumous invention.

Abigail Solomon-Godeau, 2013

1. Rosalind E. Krauss, “Landscape/View: Photography’s Discursive Spaces,” The Art Journal, 1984, pp. A somewhat revised version of her essay is reprinted in Krauss, The Originality of the Avant-Garde and other Twentieth Century Myths (Cambridge: MITPress, 1886).A recent example of this “excess” of an oeuvre is that of Gary Winogrand, who , when he died, left behind thousands of rolls of exposed but undeveloped film and unedited contact sheets — something like some 250,000 frames. []
2. It is Maloof who produced the documentary film, Finding Vivian Maier that debuted at the Toronto Film Festival this year. Although the trailer can be seen on line, Maloof declined the request of the Jeu de Paume to provide a CD copy. The BBC documentary has been withdrawn from various websites for copyright reasons but is not yet available through the corporation. []
3. The story of the passage of Maier’s pictures from storage locker to their current distribution between first and second purchasers, galleries, and private dealers, stakeholders and newly founded foundations is not easy to reconstruct, nor, evidently, is it intended to be. Apparently, the first purchaser of the contents of her storage lockers was Roger Gunderson, an auctioneer. In five “look but don’t touch” auctions, he sold the contents to half a dozen dealers for modest sums. At least one of the purchasers didn’t know what was in the boxes he acquired. Among the first purchasers, John Maloof, Ron Slatterly, and Randy Prow, it was Slatterly who began posting and selling Maier’s 35mm slides on the web. John Maloof also made prints from some of Maier’s negatives posted and sold them through Ebay. Recognizing the potential in Maier’s work, Jeff Goldstein, a carpenter, purchased her work from Randy Prow. From some of the interviews depicted in the BBC documentary Who Took Nanny’s Pictures? these transactions sound like the plot a B movie (meetings in abandoned warehouses, guns, bodyguards, all cash exchanges). At some point, photography galleries and dealers, such as the Stephen Kasher Gallery in NYC and the Howard Greenberg Gallery, also in NYC. Signed on to represent and sell Maier’s work, both archival vintage prints and photos printed from negatives. []
4. See R. Cahan et M. Williams, Vivian Maier: Out of the Shadows, Chicago, File Press Books, 2012, p. 19 []
5. The Howard Greenberg Gallery advertises its wares as follows: “Our contemporary prints [of Maier] are made on request by master printer Steve Rifkin who also printed for Lisette Model and verified by the Maloof Collection. Prints are made with high quality archival paper, stamped on verso and are available in 12x12 inch in an edition of 15. Vintage Prints are also available for purchase. By definition, “vintage” means original prints that are made at or around the time of the shooting of the image. From its archives, the Maloof Collection offers you the chance to acquire an original vintage print by Vivian Maier depending on its availability.”  []
6. The principle holders of the archive, Maloof, Goldstein, and Slatterly are clearly earnest about their recognition of Maier’s importance to the history of photography, and their desire to preserve her “legacy,” but it would be also naïve to ignore the fact that Maier’s work has now entered into the market well before entering into photography history. Inevitably, this becomes itself a determination of what gets printed, how it is printed, what subjects are privileged, and so forth. Somewhat ironically, it was the late Allan Sekula, by no means a celebrant of the commodification of photography, who after seeing some of Maier’s pictures posted on the web, urged Maloof to preserve the negatives and to prevent disbursal of the collection. []
7. “I am concerned,” he remarks, “that we’re only seeing pictures that the people who bought the suitcases decided to edit…we don’t know what she would have printed.” From Who Took Nanny’s Pictures? []
8. See my essay “Harry Callahan,Street Photography and the Alienating City,” in The Archive n° 35. Journal of the Center for Creative Photography, Tucson, University of Arizona, 2008, pp. 26 – 35; An expanded version is forthcoming in idem, The Face of Difference: Gender, Race, and the Politics of Self-Representation, Chapel Hill, Duke University Press, 2014. []
9. Until the 1920s, itinerant or studio photographers were invariably men. By the 1930s, there are a few women photographers working in public space (e.g., Ilse Bing, Germaine Krull, Marianne Breslauer in Paris,) and in the U.S., several women hired by the WPA and FSA or employed as magazine photographers (e.g., Esther Bubley, Dorothea Lange, Marion Post Wolcott, Margaret Bourke-White, etc.). Nevertheless, even now, very few women photographers take urban streets as their purview, while any number of men (e.g., Garry Winogrand, Joel Meyerowitz, Beat Streuli, Philip-Lorca diCorcia, etc.) has made their reputations as art photographers with this type of photography. []
10. See Geoff Dyer’s list of predecessors in his foreword to Vivian Maier : Street Photographer, éd. John Maloof, Brooklyn, Powerhouse Books, 2011, p. 9. []
11. Pamela Bannos raises provocative questions about the lives of these three generations of French women –Maier’s grandmother, mother, and Jeanne Bertrand, all single (except for Maier’s mother brief marriage to Maier); grandmother and mother having out of wedlock children;, three of them, grandmother, mother, and Maier herself all for various periods working in domestic service in NYC. Her remarks are made in Who Made Nanny’s Pictures? []
12. It is clear she was in NYC for at least some of that year as she photographed Salvador Dali in front of the Museum of Modern Art and the date can be established. But more suggestively, 1953 was the year that the museum mounted an exhibition entitledFive French Photographers (Henri Cartier-Bresson, Robert Doisneau, Brassaï, Izis and Willy Ronis). Pamela Bannos thinks that Maier’s exposure to this form of photography may have been a decisive influence. []
13. Martha Rosler, “In, on, around, and afterthoughts on documentary photography,” in Rosler, Three Works (Nova Scotia: The Nova Scotia College of Art and Design, 1982). This is why the history of the putative genre of street photography exhibits so many examples of hidden cameras, surreptitious shooting, use of so-called “detective cameras” and other deceptive practices that enable the photographer to shoot undetected. []
14. From the BBC documentary. []

Friday, April 25, 2014


For the past few days I've been putting the spit and polish on my presentation for ASMP, which I delivered last night. Everything about the evening was so nice. I can't thank Mark, Rachael Jane, Jonathan, Pilar and Jeremy enough for inviting me, taking care of all the arrangements and making me feel so special. Lucas Cosgrove designed the lovely invitation and FB page and did a lot of carrying around of chairs. All of these ASMP folks were super kind to me and did such a professional job of creating and executing the event.

It took place at Chad and Ryan's 8183 Studio, a really cool space in downtown Kansas City. There was plenty of room for me to display books and both loose and framed prints. Between the state-of-the-art projector and the fabulous sound system, it was a great venue in which to present my work. 

Though I warned the audience at the outset that they were going to be barraged with more than 250 power-point images over the course of the next 30 minutes, no one got up to leave (!) and in fact, they were incredibly attentive and engaged. The Q and A went on for quite a while; great questions were posed. I couldn't have asked for more last night. It was a perfect evening.

The audience was a sea of new faces. Here and there were familiar ones, though… folks I've long known in the KC photo community. It was great to get both old and new support last night. I'll be having quite a few coffee dates in the next few weeks, as I made some wonderful new contacts. I was on cloud nine when I left to drive home.

As always, Eddie was there. He schlepped, helped set up, spoke with everyone, smiled at me many times during my presentation (parts of which he has heard way too many times), cracked a few good jokes during the Q&A, helped break things down, schlepped again and then recounted all the good things that had happened or were said as I drifted off to sleep. How did I get so lucky?

I finished my presentation with a slide show set to music. Here is how I introduced it:

I’m going to end with a short slide show set to one of my favorite songs. I was paid to make some of the pictures, some are of my family, some I made on pro-bono or self-assigned projects. Some have been used in ads, promotional materials and fundraising videos. Some have found their way into books and magazines (I’d love to tell you that I have many book and album covers, but I only have one of each so far! Still working on that…). Some are in permanent installations in hospitals, schools, retirement and community centers. Many of them have been purchased by private and corporate collectors, as well as by museum curators. All of them point to the fact that photography has become – for me as I have gotten older – a kind of prayer. Whether I am shooting an engaged couple, a newborn baby, a burn victim, a Holocaust survivor, a breast cancer survivor or an orphan in Uganda, raising the viewfinder to my eye has almost become a kind of spiritual exercise.

So you see, the space between the work I do for others and the work I do for myself is kind of murky. It all sort of blends together. Rather than feel confused or frustrated by that, I think I kind of embrace it. I can’t help but believe it makes me a better photographer, or at the very least - one who is true to herself and – hopefully - true to her subjects and vision, as well.

The power point version of this worked out really well…  perfectly timed and perfectly framed. This YouTube version… well, not so much. Still, it is a quick and easy way to share. I hope you enjoy it. (Thank you, KD Lang for the amazing version of Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah.")