Multi-Pulitzer Prize winner, Carol Guzy, has a photo essay on the “journey to the shadow of death” of Classie Morant, who died recently at age 104. It’s here. There’s also a short essay:
Like many elderly people feeling a loss of power, Classie would lash out at those closest to her. A tantrum over Tylenol was particularly combative and quite out of character. From her time with Rozzie, she also knew all the tricks. She would hold the pills she didn’t want in the back of her mouth until no one was looking, and they would find their way into a folded napkin destined for the trash.Classie began facing her own mortality. She sent Ann looking for a pink outfit, presumably for her funeral. “She’s giving up,” Ann said, “a little more each day.” Sometimes anxiety would overwhelm her, and she would repeat a phrase for hours. “Oh, Lordy” would reverberate through the house.
Thoughts on old age, in general? It sounds unbearably terrible to me. But I suppose the alternative ain’t any better.
I rather enjoyed the NYT Magazine’s profile of James Paterson, but the pictures were easily the best part:
All are clever. They’re here, along with the words, and the cover image.
I always grab for a copy of Dwell when I’m browsing a newsstand. They’ve got some of the best architecture photography out there. Who knew they can also be used to describe the perilous psychological situation of our nation’s youngest, hippest things (see caption):
Even in your company, I feel so alone.
There are some terrible pictures coming out of Haiti, and I have nothing substantive to add that hasn’t already been said. Except to note that this is the “best” pictures I’ve seen thus far:
The mirror. Man. More from NPR.
Digital photography – like digital everything else – has made it easier than ever to take cool pictures. But it may be harder to take cool pictures that someone else, or a dozen others, haven’t already taken. Especially in Times Square:
It’s a curious question: why take a picture of something that you, and everyone else, has seen dozens, if not hundreds of times? The only options for a successful a vacation photographer seem to be to a) put yourself – or mom, or a friend – in the photo, to give it some personal meaning or b) try to take a picture so unique it stands on its own.
For Times Square in 2010, I’d say Option B isn’t an option anymore.
(Via Online Photographer)
Four, not Three. Vader was there:
Agan Harahap puts super heroes, and villains, into famous historical photos, in his Flickr set here. Most are from World War II. Then there’s Batman watching over Fidel.
Via Wired (you know, the print version, which will cost you ten freakin bucks)
Last month’s Wired has a photo spread following the path of a bit through the Internet. Who knew a major Web hub passed through (a utility hut next to a railroad on the outskirts of) my hometown, Kansas City:
Kansas City, Missouri
The men who built the transcontinental railroad didn’t know it, but they were clearing the way for the Web. Global Crossing uses the old Iron Horse’s right-of-way as the main vein for its long-haul data pipes. Keeping information humming across a 3,000-mile-wide landmass requires utility huts like this one (on left) every 50 miles — even the highest-grade optical fiber has imperfections that cause the signal to weaken as the countryside flashes by. Filled with dense wave-division multiplex amplifiers, these sheds goose the pulses of light and keep bits flowing alongside our amber waves of grain.
All of the photos are here.