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Table of Contents
Acknowledgements. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . xi Step 4: Suggested Procedures for Those Having
Trouble Envisioning a Final Image. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 70
1 Communication Through Photography. . . . . 1 Step 5: Planning a Strategy for a Final Image . . . . . . . 71
Enthusiasm. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3 How Your Eye Differs from Your Camera. . . . . . . . . . . . 73
Judging Your Own Personal Response . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 11 Alternative Approaches. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 74
TA B L E O F C O N T E N T S • vii
8 The Zone System of Exposure for Fiber Base Papers vs. Resin Coated (RC) Papers. . . . . . 182
Black-and-White Film. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 137 Black-and-White Paper Developers . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 182
A Brief Overview. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 138 Making Contact Proof Prints. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 183
Film’s Response to Light: Building the Zone System. 138 Preliminary Work Toward a Final Print . . . . . . . . . . . . . 184
Translating Negative Densities to Print Tonalities. . 139 Make Test Prints, Not Test Strips. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 185
The Light Meter—How It Works. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 142 Dodging and Burning. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 189
Review of Negative Exposure Procedure. . . . . . . . . . . . 144 Integrating the Entire Process: Visualization,
Using the Zone System to Depart from Reality . . . . . 145 Exposure, Development, and Printing. . . . . . . . . . . . . . 191
The Zone System for Color Negatives. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 146 Burning with Variable Contrast Papers . . . . . . . . . . . . . 195
The Zone System and the Inverse Square Law. . . . . . . 147 Advanced Darkroom Techniques . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 195
In Summary . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 147 Inspection, Evaluation, and the Myth of
“Dry-Down”. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 203
9 Contrast Control and the Extended Zone Potassium Ferricyanide Reducing (Bleaching) . . . . . . 206
System for Black-and-White Negatives. . . . . . 149 Final Fixing of the Image . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 210
Chapter 9 Overview. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 149 Local vs. Overall Contrast Control. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 212
The Negative During Development. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 150 Scale. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 213
The Bellows Analogy. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 152 Selenium Toning Prints. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 214
Putting Higher Zones to Work . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 154 Other Toners. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 215
Reciprocity Failure. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 155 Chemical Coloration. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 216
Examples of Decreasing and Increasing Contrast. . . 157 Full Archival Processing of Prints. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 217
The Exposure/Density Curve and Zone 4 Shadow Toning, Intensifying, and Reducing Negatives. . . . . . 218
Placement . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 160 Cold, Neutral, and Warm Tone Papers. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 219
Differences Between Photography and Review of Contrast Controls . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 219
Sensitometry: Texture vs. Tone and Zone 4 Infinite Contrast Control for Black-and-White after
Shadow Placement. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 162 Negative Development . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 220
Developing the Exposed Negative . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 163 Color Printing. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 221
Explanation of Compensating Development. . . . . . . 166 The Final Product Is What Matters. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 222
Two-Solution Compensating Development for Scanning from Film. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 223
Negatives . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 169
Development Procedures for Sheet Film and 11 The Digital Zone System. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 231
Roll Film . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 170 Basics of Digital Exposure . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 232
The Zone System and Roll Film . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 173 The Sensor’s Useful Brightness Range . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 234
Negative Materials and Developers. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 175 Translating Theory to Excellent Digital Exposures. . 235
The Histogram—The Heart of the Digital Zone
10 The Print. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 179 System. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 236
Black-and-White Enlarging Papers. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 180 The RAW Converter—Processing the RAW Exposure. 242
Variable Contrast vs. Graded Papers . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 181
viii • TA B L E O F C O N T E N T S
High Dynamic Range Images—The Extended Zone 16 Photographic Realism, Abstraction,
System for Digital Photography. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 254 and Art. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 337
Converting Digital Color Exposures to Black-and- Photography as Fine Art. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 340
White. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 259 Photography and Painting—Their Mutual
Panoramas and Other Image Combinations. . . . . . . . 259 Influence . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 340
Some Personal Examples. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 342
12 Image Adjustments—Using the Digital The Strength of Abstraction . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 346
Tools. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 263 Inwardly and Outwardly Directed Questions . . . . . . . 347
The ACR Tool Chest . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 265 The Power of Photography. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 349
ACR Summary . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 277
The Photoshop Tool Chest . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 278 17 Approaching Creativity Intuitively . . . . . . . . . 353
Returning to ACR from Photoshop. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 289 Intuition in Science. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 354
Closing Thoughts. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 289 Avoiding Intuition. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 355
Understanding and Misunderstanding Intuition. . . 356
13 Traditional, Digital, Art and Technique. . . . 293 Examples of the Intuitive Approach. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 357
Art, Technique, and Their Importance . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 294 Applying Intuition to Your Photography. . . . . . . . . . . . 359
Choosing Digital or Traditional. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 297 Conclusion. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 361
Some Closing Thoughts. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 298
18 Toward a Personal Philosophy. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 363
14 Exploding Photographic Myths . . . . . . . . . . . . . 301 Flexibility. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 363
Myth #1 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 302 Visual Arts. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 364
Myth #2.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 305 Nonvisual Arts. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 365
Myth #3 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 309 Expanding and Defining Your Interests. . . . . . . . . . . . . 367
Myth #4.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 312 Limitations of Photography . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 375
Myth #5 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 316 Developing a Personal Style. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 378
Myth #6.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 318 Self-Critique, Interaction, and Study. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 379
Myth #7.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 321
Myth #8 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 324 APPENDIX 1
Myth #9.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 324 Testing Materials and Equipment for
Myth #10. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 326 Traditional Photography. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 383
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Acknowledgements
λ
Few books are the work of one person in complete isolation me with his artistic approach to life. I’ll always miss Ray as a
from the rest of humanity. This book is no exception, and I friend and consummate artist;
would like to thank the many individuals and organizations Don Kirby, who has not only taught numerous work-
that have been helpful in putting it together. shops with me, hiked and photographed with me, rappelled
First, I wish to thank the workshop participants who into Lower Antelope Canyon with me long before it became
read my early papers and manuscripts, gave me encourage- grossly commercialized, and camped with me throughout
ment to expand my writing concepts, and suggested addi- much of the unsurpassed Utah Canyon Country, but who
tional topics to be considered. Other workshop participants also has given me great insight into the value of negative
pointed out errors, suggested improvements, and identified masking and helped me expand my creative and instruc-
segments that were unclear upon initial reading. Altogether, tional abilities;
the quality of the book rests upon these hundreds or even Heike Maskos, a workshop student who has worked
thousands of “co-editors” who helped me improve my writ- closely with me on previous editions of this book, making it
ing over the past 35 years. read better and look better, and who has been of greater help
Second, I must commend a number of people who have than she will ever recognize or admit;
helped me in my entry to digital photography. Bennett Alexander Ehhalt, who introduced my self-published
Silverman deserves special thanks for his tremendous help book to Gerhard Rossbach, founder and publisher of Rocky
and his writing of the digital chapter for the first edition Nook, who worked with me on this and other books, and has
of this book. In addition to Ben, I thank Rajmohan Murali, become a trusted friend and workshop co-instructor;
Ron Reeder, Don Rommes, and Franz Messenbaeck for their Reed Thomas, a wonderful friend and sometimes work-
needed and wonderful help getting me on board. shop co-instructor, who has opened up my eyes and thoughts
A number of individuals have been a great help by sup- to alternative ways of seeing any scene;
plying me with ideas over the years. These ideas have subse- Morten Krogvold, who has inspired me with his powerful
quently been incorporated into my photographic thinking, imagery and his ability to motivate photographers to higher
and therefore into this book. Prime among them are: achievements, and to touch them to the core of their souls;
Jay Dusard, who introduced me to potassium ferri And, above all others, my wife, Sonia Karen, who has
cyanide bleaching of prints, and who has been a great friend, made the good things throughout my photographic career
a fabulous workshop collaborator, and my best honest critic; possible by thoroughly supporting me and helping me in
Ray McSavaney, who helped me start our first private all phases of my endeavors. She is the quiet, lovely gem of
workshop program, the Owens Valley Photography Work- my life!
shops, and gave me the idea of extremely dilute negative To each of them, and to everyone else who has given me
developer solutions (the “compensating” development tech- ideas, techniques, and tips of all sorts, I wish to say thank you
nique) to greatly control negative contrast. He also inspired for your contributions to this book.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS • xi
xii • :
CHAPTER 1
Communication
Through Photography
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Photography is a form of nonverbal communication. At its best, a pho-
tograph conveys a thought from one person, the photographer, to another, the
viewer. In this respect, photography is similar to other forms of artistic, nonverbal
communication such as painting, sculpture, and music. A Beethoven symphony
says something to its listeners; a Rembrandt painting speaks to its viewers; a
Michelangelo statue communicates with its admirers. Beethoven, Rembrandt,
and Michelangelo are no longer available to explain the meaning behind their
works, but their presence is unnecessary. Communication is achieved without
them.
Photography can be equally communicative. To me, the word photograph has --Photography is a form of
a far deeper meaning than it has in everyday usage. A true photograph possesses nonverbal communication.
a universal quality that transcends immediate involvement with the subject or
events of the photograph. I can look at portraits by Arnold Newman or Diane
Arbus and feel as if I know the people photographed, even though I never met
them. I can see landscapes by Ansel Adams, Edward Weston, or Paul Caponigro
and feel the awesomeness of the mountain wall, the delicacy of the tiny flowers,
or the mystery of the foggy forest, though I never stood where the tripods were
placed. I can see a street photograph by Henri Cartier-Bresson and feel the elation
of his “decisive moment,” captured forever, though I was not beside him when it
occurred. I can even see a tree by Jerry Uelsmann floating in space and feel the
surrealistic tingle that surrounds the image. I can do this because the artist has
successfully conveyed a message to me. The photograph says it all. Nothing else
is needed.
2 • C H A P T E R 1: C O M M U N I C AT I O N T H R O U G H P H O T O G R A P H Y
equipment, darkroom or digital techniques, presentation of concentrated on his or her areas of greatest interest and abil-
the final photograph, and other related considerations that ity. It is possible that any one of them could do some fine work
turn the concept into a reality. in another field, but it would probably not be as consistent or
Let’s start with the first of the two personal, internal ques- as powerful. They, and the other great photographers, have
tions: What are your interests? Only you can answer that ques- wisely worked within the limits of their greatest strengths.
tion. But it is critically important to do so, for if you are to en-
gage in meaningful photography you must concentrate your
serious efforts on those areas of greatest interest to you. Not Enthusiasm
only that, but you must also concentrate on areas where you
have strong personal opinions. The first thing to look for in determining your interests is
Allow me to explain my meaning by analogy. Did you ever enthusiasm. I cannot overemphasize the importance of
try to say something worthwhile (in ordinary conversation) enthusiasm. I once heard that three human ingredients,
about any subject you found uninteresting, or about which when combined, will produce success in any field of endeavor:
you had no opinions? It’s impossible! You have nothing to say talent, hard work, and enthusiasm, and that a person can be
because you have little interest in it. In general, that doesn’t successful with only two of those attributes as long as one
stop most people from talking. Just as people talk about things of the two is enthusiasm. I agree. Photographically, for me,
of no real interest to them, they also take pictures of things enthusiasm manifests itself as an immediate emotional re-
that have no real interest to them, and the results are uni- sponse to a scene. Essentially, if the scene excites me visually,
formly boring. I will photograph it (or at least, I will take a hard second look
But let’s go further with this analogy. Take any great to see if it is worth photographing). It is purely subjective. This
orator—say, Winston Churchill or Martin Luther King, Jr.—and positive emotional response is extremely important to me.
ask them to give an impassioned speech on quilting, for ex- Without it, I have no spontaneity and my photographs are
ample. They couldn’t do it! They’d have nothing to say. It isn’t labored efforts. With it, photography becomes pure joy.
their topic, their passion. They need to be on their topic to dis- Enthusiasm also manifests itself as a desire to continue
play their greatest oratorical and persuasive skills. The great working even when you’re tired. Your enthusiasm, your excite-
photographers know what interests them and what bores ment, often overcomes your fatigue, allowing you to continue
them. They also recognize their strengths and their weak- on effectively as fatigue melts away. On backpacking trips, I’ve
nesses. They stick to their interests and their strengths. They often continued to photograph long after the others settled
may experiment regularly in other areas to enlarge their in- down at the end of the day simply because I was so stimulated
terest range and improve their weaknesses—and you should, by my surroundings. Once in 1976 on a Sierra Club trip, we fi-
too—but they do not confuse experimentation with incisive nally arrived at our campsite after a long, difficult hike. Every-
expression. one was exhausted. But while dinner was cooking, I climbed a
Weston did not photograph transient, split-second events; nearby ridge to see Mt. Clarence King (elevation 12,950 feet) in
Newman did not photograph landscapes. Uelsmann does not the late evening light. It was like a fugue of granite (figure 1-2). I
photograph unfortunate members of our society; Arbus did called to the group below to come see this stunning mountain,
not print multiple images for surrealistic effect. Each one
ENTHUSIASM • 3
▲ Figure 1-2: but even without backpacks or camera equipment, none did. I couldn’t wait until tomorrow to work on new images. These
Mt. Clarence King was the only one to see that sight! are not things you do for money, but for love.
This grand crescendo of
Likewise, I’ve worked in the darkroom until 3, 4, or 5 a.m. on In the field, if I don’t feel an immediate response to a scene,
granite rises lyrically as
new imagery because the next negative looked like it had great I look for something else. I never force myself to shoot just for
evening light brings out
each ridge, each buttress. possibilities and I wanted to see if I could get a great print. the sake of shooting or to break an impasse. Some photog-
I used a red filter to cut More recently, I’ve spent equally long hours at the computer raphers advocate shooting something, anything, just to get
through any haze (though working to transform RAW digital images to final TIFF files, you moving under those circumstances. That’s pure nonsense.
no haze was apparent)
effectively oblivious to the fact that I was at the keyboard and Why waste time on useless junk when you know in advance
and to enhance the clouds
monitor for hours after the midnight gong. In essence, I just that it’s useless junk? Snapping the shutter or pressing the
by darkening the blue sky.
4 • C H A P T E R 1: C O M M U N I C AT I O N T H R O U G H P H O T O G R A P H Y
◀◀ Figure 1-3: Morten Krovgold
One of the world’s truly great photographers, Morten struck me as a marvelous portrait subject
with his strong Viking-like facial characteristics. But what would be the best angle to photograph
him, and what type of lighting would convey that feeling most effectively? I finally decided it was
the strength of his near profile. That evening, under the dim light of a chandelier, he propped his
chin on his hands with his elbows on a low table for the 25-second exposure. Deep background
tones surrounding him increase the feeling of strength.
where you have been. Neither of these motivations are con- - I’ve worked in the dark-
cerned with personal interpretation or with personal expres- room until 3, 4, or 5 a.m.
These are not things you do
sion, and neither have that internally compelling aspect. Pho-
for money, but for love.
tographs like these, where you’re standing at the sign to the
entrance of Yellowstone National Park—probably just to prove
that you were really there—or nearly one-hundred percent of
selfies, are pure fun, memory-laden images, but have little or
no artistic merit.
It has long struck me that people who attempt creative -- It has long struck me
cable release is not an athletic act, so I don’t have to warm up work of any type—scientific, artistic, or otherwise—without that people who attempt
creative work of any type
doing it, and you shouldn’t either. feeling any enthusiasm for that work have no chance at suc-
without feeling any enthu-
But once I get that spurt of adrenalin, I work hard to find cess. Enthusiasm is not something you can create. Either you
siasm for that work have no
the best camera position, use the most appropriate lens, have it or you don’t! True enough, you can grow more inter- chance at success.
choose filters for optimum effect, take light meter readings ested and enthusiastic about something, but you can’t really
or carefully check the histogram, and expose the image with force that to happen, either. If you have no enthusiasm for an
great care using the optimum aperture and shutter speed. All endeavor, drop it and try something else. If you are enthusias-
of these things are important and require thought and effort. tic, pursue it! Just be honest with yourself when you evaluate
The initial response to the scene is spontaneous, but the effort your level of enthusiasm.
that follows is not! Ask what you are drawn to, what intrigues you. Most likely
I believe this approach is valid for photographers at any you will take your best photographs in the fields that inter-
level of expertise, from beginners to the most advanced. When est you when you have no camera in hand. If you are deeply
you find something of importance, it will be apparent. It will interested in people—to the point of wanting to know them
be compelling. You will feel it instantly! You won’t have to ask thoroughly, what really makes them tick—it’s likely that por-
yourself if it interests you, or if you are enthusiastic about traiture will be your best area. If you want to know more about
photographing it. If you don’t feel that spontaneous motiva- people than their façades, it would follow that, with camera
tion, you will have no desire to communicate what you feel. in hand, you will dig deeper and uncover the “real” person.
On the other hand, I think the prime motivation for most While I don’t consider myself to be a portrait photographer,
snapshots is either the knowledge that someone else wants I’ve made some portraits of people I know and like, that have
you to take the picture, or your own desire to take it to show been meaningful to me (Figure 1-3).
ENTHUSIASM • 5
◀◀ Figure 1-4:
Ghost Aspen Forest
Soft, hazy sunlight made this
photograph possible. Bright
sun would have been too harsh
for the delicate tones I sought.
The bleached branch at the
lower right maintains the lines
and movement of the diagonal
trees. The rippled reflections
were more interesting to me
than a mirror reflection would
have been because they reflect
only the vertical trees, not the
diagonals.
Are you excited by passing events, or by action-filled Are you stimulated by pure design, or by color arrange-
events, such as sports? Are you fascinated by the corner auto ments? Perhaps abstraction is suited for you. Brett Weston was
accident, the nearby fire, the dignitary passing through town a prime example of a classically oriented photographer using
today? If so, you may be inclined to photojournalism or “street the “straight silver print” and abstraction applied to almost
photography.” The latter term encompasses a wide cross sec- any subject matter. Experimental pursuits such as multiple
tion of candid photography that was elevated to an art form exposures, photomontage, double- and multiple-printing,
by Henri Cartier-Bresson, Weegee, and others. The approach solarization, non-silver methods, the nearly infinite digital
differs greatly from formal portraits in that the subject mat- opportunities for subtle or radical manipulations, and any
ter is usually unrehearsed and often unexpected. This type other conceivable approach is fair game in this realm. The
of photography (which is certainly a form of documentary only restraint is your lack of imagination or your unwilling-
photography at its best) is geared to those who seek the unex- ness to experiment.
pected and transitory. Perhaps your interests lie elsewhere. Analyze them. If
Consider a further aspect of this pursuit: the most incisive you cannot define your interests, try your hand at a number
efforts in this realm often don’t concentrate on the event per of these alternatives and see which appeal to you most and
se, but rather on the event’s effect on the observers or par- which least.
ticipants. In many cases, emphasis on human reaction and I have evaluated my interests, and it may prove instructive
interaction reveals more about human nature—and about to see what I have found. Today I photograph a wide variety of
our world—than the occurrence itself. Straight photojournal- subjects, but I started from a more limited base. Initially na-
ism is all too often involved with the event, and only on rare ture was my sole interest. Slowly my interests grew to include
occasions rises to the insightful commentary that transcends architectural subjects and then branched out widely within
mere recording to become true art. both of those broad subject areas, while making forays into
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▶ Figure 1-5: Raccoon Tracks
The cracked mud of a drying streambed held the paw prints of a
raccoon, the first sign of life I saw in the burned landscape, bring-
ing tears to my eyes. It was a joyous indication that some of the
local residents had survived the fire.
ENTHUSIASM • 7
▲ Figure 1-6: Hollows and Points, Peach Canyon
I see the gracefully sweeping lines of the slit canyons as metaphors of cosmic forces made visible, as if we could see gravitational or electro-
magnetic lines of force. If we could see those forces between heavenly bodies (stars, galaxies, planets, etc.), rather than seeing the heavenly
bodies themselves, they may well look like this. I feel that this photograph contains particularly elegant and enigmatic examples of this
effect, with sculptured lines so lyrical that it would make a Michelangelo or Henry Moore jealous with envy.
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in form, more subtle in technique. My subject matter will Judging Your Own Personal Response
likely expand in the future; I will look further into those sub-
jects that I looked at in the past, bringing out new insights that The second of the two personal considerations is more dif-
I missed the first time. Such growth and change is necessary ficult. How do you respond to your interests and how do you
for any artist, or stagnation and artistic senility set in. wish to convey your thoughts photographically? This is a
I have come to recognize a very surprising fact: subject more deeply personal question than “What interests you?”
matter ultimately becomes secondary to the artist’s seeing, vi- It requires not only knowing what interests you, but also just
sion, and overall philosophy of life and of photography. This is how it affects you and how you would like viewers to respond
not to imply that subject matter doesn’t matter. It surely does! to your photographs.
It’s the subject matter that’s important to you that lured you In the examples of my own work just discussed, I at-
into photography in the first place, but once ensnared, it turns tempted to express a bit of this second consideration. The slit
out that your specific vision (i.e., the way you compose your canyons overwhelmed me in a very specific way—as cosmic
images) will prove to be unique. There is a one-to-one equality analogies, or as analogies to force fields—and my imagery is
between the artist and his art. A photographer’s way of seeing based on conveying that impression to others. Similarly, the
is a reflection of his entire life’s attitude, no matter what the cathedrals struck me as grand, musical, and infinite in their
subject matter may be. Only Edward Weston could have made marvelous forms. Again, I tried to emphasize those qualities
Edward Weston’s photographs; only W. Eugene Smith could in my imagery. I did not simply conclude, “These things are
have made W. Eugene Smith’s photographs; only Imogen interesting!” and begin to shoot, but rather I responded to the
Cunningham could have made Imogen Cunningham’s photo- specific ways that I found them to be interesting. I approached
graphs, etc. This is true because each great photographer has a them in an effort to express my strongest feelings about them
unique way of seeing that is consistent throughout the artist’s photographically.
entire body of work. The next time you are photographing, think about your
It would be of value to you as a serious photographer to reaction to the subject. Are you trying to make a flattering
delve into the question of why your interests lie where they do, portrait of someone you find unattractive or downright ugly?
and why they may be changing. Such evaluation is part of get- Unless you are taking a typical studio portrait (the “tilt your
ting to know yourself better and understanding your interests head and smile” type) you would do well to follow your own
more fully. It’s part of successful communication. Start with instincts. Does the subject strike you as cunning? If so, bring
your areas of highest interest and stick with them. Don’t worry out that aspect. Is he or she sensitive and appealing to you?
about being too narrow or about expanding. You will expand If so, try to show it in your portrait. Is the outdoor market
to other areas when you are compelled internally to do so— colorful and carnival-like or is it filthy and disgusting? Em-
when something inside you forces you to make a particular phasize the aspect that strikes you most strongly. Don’t try to
photograph that is so very different from all your others. bring out what others expect or want; emphasize your point
of view! You may upset a few people initially, but soon they
will begin to recognize the honesty as well as the strength and
conviction of your imagery. But in order to do that, you first
have to determine what your point of view actually is. It is not
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◀◀ Figure 1-9: Grass and
Juniper Wood
Blue grama grass, rarely
more the five inches tall,
grows on the near-desert
soils of Utah, usually with
a crescent-shaped tuft
at the top. I found this
one with a full ringlet. As
a reasonable limit to introspection. Before getting hung up on high winds shook it wildly,
it, start communicating by making some photographs. I pulled it up for later
photography. Within a
Successful communication of your message is the essence
few steps I found a small
of creative photography. Reporting the scene is shirking your piece of juniper wood with
responsibility; interpreting the scene is accepting the chal- a cleft, to serve as a ped-
lenge. Though the scene may or may not be your creation, the estal for the grass. I knew
photograph always is (figure 1-9)! So don’t just stop with the exactly what I wanted
to do with these objects.
things you saw; add your comments, feelings, and opinions.
Two days later, when the
Put them all into the photograph. Express your point of view. wind died down, I stacked
Argue for your position. Convince the viewer of the validity of two ice chests in front
your conclusions. of my truck where I was
camping, put the grass
in the wood cleft, placed
Understand what you want to say!
it atop the ice chest, and
Understand how you want to say it! focused my 4 × 5 camera. I
Then say it without compromise! then laid the black side of
Now you are thinking in terms of creative photography! my focusing cloth on the
local officials as being cast into Hell in some of his famous hood of the truck, hanging
down over the grill to serve
Of course there are those who will say that an artist is search- murals, a bold comment for which he suffered mightily. Other
as the background.
ing for the truth, and it is foolish to be so adamantly positive prominent artists, composers, and writers have been equally
about your approach. There is some validity to this objection, bold in their truthful statements.
but in general, I think the idea of “searching for the truth” is a Beyond that, there is no such thing in our complex world as
highly romanticized notion. I believe that each artist, like ev- “the truth,” but rather many, many truths, some of which con-
eryone else, has strong views about the world: what it is, what flict with others, and some of which contradict others. Thus
it should be, and how it could be improved. As such, I think the truth is elusive at best, and nonexistent at worst. Each of
that most artists are not so much searching for the truth, but the subjects I have photographed, for example, has revealed
searching for a proper method of expressing the truth as they different aspects of the world that I have found worthy of com- -- Most artists are not so
see it. It should be manifestly obvious that Lewis Hine was mentary. If my photographs have not revealed the truth, at much searching for the
truth, but searching for a
not searching for the truth, but revealing the grim truth of least they have attempted to express my point of view about
proper method of express-
conditions in factories employing child labor. Similarly, Ansel each of those subjects. I can only hope they provide interest,
ing the truth as they see it.
Adams was not searching for the truth in his nature photogra- meaning, and insight to others.
phy, but expressing the truth about the beauty and grandeur
of nature as he saw it.
The list can go on and on, but the point should be clear.
Even if we go back in time long before the start of photogra-
phy, we see similar examples of artists expressing the truth
rather than searching for it. Michelangelo depicted prominent
What Is Composition?
λ
We will delve into the dictionary definition more deeply, against a wall in front of you). You are looking at the back of
but first we need a short physiological description of the your hand at arm’s length. Now, look at your thumbnail. As you
human visual process in order to apply the definition to do so, you will see that your little finger is out of focus! You will
photography. have to move your eyes in order to see your little finger sharply.
Yet it is not very far from your thumb, even with your fingers
spread. In fact, all of your other fingers are out of focus as well,
How the Human Eye Sees indicating the limits of sharp vision.
With the eye able to see only small bits sharply at any mo-
The eye does not see whole vistas at once. It views the world in ment, it must move about speedily to view the entire scene.
small chunks, then puts the pieces together to form the com- It does not do so in an organized fashion like a TV scanner.
plete picture. The angle of sharp vision is extremely small, only Instead, it darts about randomly, up and down, side to side,
about three radial degrees. To see for yourself what this means, picking out bits and pieces here and there, and sending these
try the following: Hold your arm straight out with your hand tidbits back to the brain at a furious pace. The brain processes
bent upward and your fingers spread (as if your palm were held this random data and puts it all together, like a mosaic or a
16 • C H A P T E R 2 : W H AT I S C O M P O S I T I O N?
jigsaw puzzle. While studying the scene the eye stops momen- in the rest. But a photograph or any other work of visual art
tarily at prominent objects and sees them with real clarity, fill- must organize that information. If it fails to do so, the viewer’s
ing in the rest in a rather fuzzy manner. Thus, the eye does not eye roams about aimlessly, unable to find the artist’s state-
perceive the whole scene with uniform sharpness or interest. ment because there is none. The scene has not been composed,
The term “random” is used loosely here, for when the eye but merely selected. The photograph is not a work of art, but
stops momentarily at objects of greater interest, that is not merely a recording of the scene with one critical defect: it lacks
purely random. However, I will use the term “random” to in- the presence of the real scene.
dicate that the eye’s movements are not preprogrammed like There is a very real difference between “seeing” and “pho-
a TV or image scanner, but that the eye responds uniquely to tographic seeing.” An individual may recognize and appre-
each scene, never searching through two different scenes in ciate an interesting scene, but may not be able to organize
precisely the same way. it into an effective photograph. Only those individuals who
We all see this way. Researchers have proven it and con- can bring out an unusual, easily overlooked, worthwhile set
firmed it more than once. It is a physiological fact. You can’t of relationships from within a scene can be said to “see pho-
fight it! tographically.” Understanding composition and applying it
With this in mind, let’s return to the discussion of compo- separates the artists from the snapshooters. A single, inter-
sition and define it as follows: Good composition is the artist’s esting object of exceptional visual power may sometimes be
way of directing the viewer’s vision in a planned, derandomized enough to produce a wonderful image, but rarely. Usually it is
fashion. the relationships of lines, forms, colors, etc. that create the ex-
When a photograph is well composed, viewers first see the ceptional compositions and the most insightful photographs. -- With good composition
elements that the artist wants them to see most prominently The savvy photographer looks at all parts of the intended im- the artist leads the viewer
through the photograph in
and remember longest. Next, they notice the elements of sec- age to uncover hidden relationships that produces the ex-
a controlled manner.
ondary importance, and finally the elements of subordinate in- traordinary image; she rarely confines her seeing to a single
terest. With good composition, the artist leads viewers through object of interest.
the photograph in a controlled manner. Sometimes it may be There are two aspects of good composition that are of
bringing out interesting relationships that catch the viewer’s prime importance. The concept of a unified thought is one;
eye, perhaps a relationship that exists only from one point simplicity is the other. The two are strongly interrelated.
of view. There is nothing haphazard about a well-composed
photograph (just as there is nothing haphazard about a well-
composed musical score, a well-constructed novel, play, or Unified Thought
movie or any other well-composed work of art). Composition
is the artist’s way of bringing order into a nonordered world. In The term “unified thought” comes from the dictionary defini-
essence, this is what the dictionary definition calls for. tion of composition referred to earlier as “a unified, harmoni-
This definition helps explain why a magnificent scene of- ous whole.” It means that all the elements of the photograph
ten fails to translate into a fine photograph. The scene may work together. In other words, a central concept underlies
be quite complex. The eye accepts this, darting about and se- the photograph (figure 2-1). This concept often translates
lecting the most important bits of information, then filling to the somewhat narrower concept of a center of interest.
UNIFIED THOUGHT • 17
sand, such as on the beach as a high tide is receding or on sand
dunes, particularly after wind has molded them into compel-
ling forms (figure 2-3). You wouldn’t find this in a children’s
sand box or on a heavily trodden, popular sandy beach on a
warm summer day.
If you concentrate on a unifying thought, your photo-
graphs will be cohesive. It is the visual equivalent of speak-
ing on a topic without rambling aimlessly toward peripheral
issues. Just beware of allowing the definition of a “unified
thought” to become too broad. It’s easy to say, “The coun-
tryside is the unifying thought” as justification for shooting
everything in sight!
Simplicity
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days,” and to washing and getting up a pair of cuffs with her own
hands.
“You look quite smart, Maddie,” said Laurence, as she completed
her toilet, and came and showed herself to him.
“Yes; I don’t look so very, very poor, do I?”
“No-o,” rather dubiously. Then he added, with a smile, “No one
who looks at your face will think of your clothes; and, indeed,
Maddie, it is not fit that such a pretty girl as you are should be
travelling alone, and third class, such a long journey.”
“Rubbish! rubbish! rubbish!” she answered emphatically. “I’ll wear
a veil, if that will please you; and, indeed, no one will notice me. If
they do, they will think I am some poor girl going to a situation. You
think every one must admire what you thought pretty, you stupid
Laurence; but I heard Mrs. Kane saying the other day that I’d grown
‘awfully plain.’ And it’s not my face Mrs. Harper will notice—you may
be certain of that!”
Ten minutes later she had kissed the sleeping baby, taken leave of
Laurence, given many whispered directions to Mrs. Kane’s niece,
and a whole half-sovereign from her little fund; and then, with a
beating heart, started on foot for a distant terminus. No, she would
not take even a twopenny fare in a ’bus; she must save every penny,
and she would have plenty of rest in the train. And so she had, of a
sort, on the hard, upright seat of a crowded third-class carriage for
eight mortal hours. There is not much repose in such a situation, nor
much sleep to be obtained; and the train roared along through the
inky black night, and tore through small stations with a shriek of
contempt that shook them to their foundations, and nearly shook the
teeth of the unhappy third-class passengers out of their heads. After
a whole night’s travelling of this uneasy description, Madeline arrived
at her destination—Riverside—and quickly alighted on the platform.
One trouble was spared her—luggage.
She went and washed her face and hands, arranged her hair,
shook off some of the dust in the waiting-room, invested fourpence in
a bun and cup of coffee, and felt herself sufficiently fortified to
encounter Mrs. Harper—but not Miss Selina. Another journey by rail,
a short walk, and she found herself once more on the familiar
doorstep of Harperton House, and rang timidly.
A strange maid (who knew not the delinquencies of Miss West)
opened the door, and was evidently surprised to behold such an
early visitor.
She informed her that Mrs. Harper was not down yet, nor Miss
Harper, and showed her into the drawing-room, which was in
process of being dusted. Here she waited for some time, whilst a
sound of hasty footsteps and voices was very audible above her
head. She looked around the room, and felt as if she had only
quitted it yesterday. And oh! what a gap there was in her life between
the last time she stood there, listening to Miss Selina’s spiteful
remonstrances, and now! But the room was precisely the same.
There was the best piano, on which she had had many a music-
lesson. There was Alice Burns’ big coloured-chalk drawing, Amy
Watson’s two water-colours; Florence Blewitt’s brass work, and
Isabella Jones’s photograph screen—all votive offerings to the
Harper family, and advertisements to pupils’ relatives who came to
make inquiries about the school.
Presently the door opened, and Miss Harper—if we may dare to
say so—burst into the room.
“Oh, Madeline!” she exclaimed, “so it’s you. She only said a young
lady. How more than thankful I am to see you!” shaking hands as
she spoke, and looking into her face with eager scrutiny. “You are
thin—very thin; but thin or fat, you are welcome back. Come up at
once to my mother’s room; she is dressing. She does not come
down early now, and she wants to see you” (here was an honour).
“Come, the girls are all in the schoolroom. The breakfast-bell will be
rung in ten minutes,” turning to lead the way. Then she paused for a
moment, with the handle in her hand. “You have heard about
Selina?” she asked, with a red spot on either cheek, and a spark in
either eye. “What! Have you not heard?” she added hurriedly.
Miss Selina! It was not of Miss Selina Madeline had come to hear;
and she shook her head and answered, “No; is she dead?”
“Dead! She’s married. She married nearly a year ago,” returned
her sister, impressively, “Mr. Murphy, the red-haired curate. She—
she behaved atrociously. Don’t mention her to my mother, nor ask
about her, on any account. We don’t speak,” flinging the door wide
as she gasped out the last sentence.
All the reply Madeline made was “Indeed!” But nevertheless she
felt a very lively satisfaction to hear that her old enemy was no
longer an inmate of Harperton, and had gone away, like herself, in
disgrace.
“You will find my mother rather changed,” whispered Miss Harper,
as she rapidly preceded her upstairs. “She’s had a slight stroke. All
the troubles and annoyance about Selina were enough to kill her,
and she is not what she was. She never comes down till the
afternoon; but take no notice.”
“Madeline!” cried the old lady, as Madeline entered her room and
beheld her propped up in bed, in her best day cap. “This is too good
to be true! I scarcely expected it, though I have advertised every day
in the Times. Come here, my dear, and kiss me”—tendering a
withered cheek. The old lady’s mind was certainly affected, thought
her late pupil. That she who had been so ignominiously cast out
should be thus welcomed back, and with kisses, was scarcely
credible, unless viewed from the idea that Mrs. Harper had become
imbecile in the meanwhile. But no, the reason of this astonishing
change from the frost of neglect to the sun of welcome—affectionate
welcome—was a very potent one indeed. It was nothing less than
the prospect of a large sum of money.
Since Madeline had been banished, nothing had gone well. Her
place had been taken by a governess who had actually required a
salary, as well as civility, and had been a great encumbrance and
expense. Then came Selina’s wicked tampering with her sister’s
sweet-heart, a heart-burning scandal, family linen sent to the public
wash, and a serious falling off in the school. Things were going
badly. Every step was down hill—one girl leaving after another, and
there were many vacant places at the long dinner-table.
At last came a letter—from Mr. West of all people! enclosing a
large draft on his bankers, and announcing his return a wealthy and
successful man. The draft was to pay for two years’ schooling, with
interest up to date; but for a whole year Miss West had been
elsewhere! How could they honestly claim these badly-wanted
pounds? They had banished the man’s daughter, and the money
must be restored.
Viewed now—in a softer light, through a golden atmosphere—
Madeline’s deeds were excusable. The poor girl had been Selina’s
victim, and therefore more to be pitied than blamed. Madeline must
be sought and, if possible, discovered and reinstated as if there had
been no hiatus, as if nothing disagreeable had occurred. And we
have seen the “state of life” in which Madeline had been found.
“Letitia, do you go down now, and presently send up a nice
breakfast for two—two fresh eggs—whilst I have a talk with dear
Madeline.” Thus the old lady, who still held the reins of authority,
although she had lost the use of her right hand; and Letitia, having
previously rehearsed the whole “talk” with her mother, and fearing
that “too many cooks might spoil the broth,” departed with meek
obedience.
“Take off your hat and jacket, my love, and make yourself at home.
I am sure you will not be surprised to hear—yes, put them on the
ottoman—that your father is alive and well, and returning an
immensely”—dwelling lovingly on the word—“rich man.”
Madeline’s heart bounded into her mouth, her face became like
flame. So her presentiment had come true!
“Ah! I see you are surprised, darling: so were we when we got his
letter, a week ago. Here, bring me that case, the green one on the
little table, and I’ll read it to you at once—or you may read it yourself
if you like, Madeline.”
Madeline did as requested, picked out a foreign letter in a well-
known hand, and sat down to peruse it beside Mrs. Harper’s bed.
That lady, having assumed her spectacles for the nonce, scanned
her late pupil’s face with keen intentness.
This is what the letter said:—
“Royal Kangaroo Club,
“Collins Street, Melbourne.
“My dear Mrs. Harper,
“After such a long silence, you will be surprised to see my
writing, but here I am. I am afraid Madeline has been rather
uneasy about me—and, indeed, no wonder. I met with some
terrible losses in bank shares two years ago: nearly the whole
of my life’s earnings were engulphed in an unparalleled
financial catastrophe. The anxiety and trouble all but killed me
—threw me into a fever, from the effects of which I was laid
up for months—many months, and when I again put my
shoulder to the wheel I was determined not to write home until
I was as rich a man as ever. I knew that you, who had had the
care of Madeline since she was seven, would trust me, and
everything would go on as usual. I had always been such
punctual pay, you would give me time for once. I am now, I
am glad to say, a wealthy man. Some lots of land I bought
years ago have turned up trumps—in short, gold. I am not
going to speculate again, but am returning home a millionaire,
and Maddie shall keep house in London, and hold up her
head among the best. Stray bits of news have drifted to my
ears. I heard a foolish story about some beggarly barrister or
curate and her. A schoolgirl wrote it to her brother; but I am
certain it was only girls’ tittle-tattle. Surely you would never
allow my heiress to play the fool! If she did, she knows very
well that I would disown her. I am a fond father in my way, and
a good father, as you can testify, but I’ll have no pauper
fortune-hunters, or puling love affairs. A hint from you to
Madeline, that at the least nonsense of that sort I marry again,
and let her please herself, will be, at any rate, a stitch in time.
She has had a good education. She can earn her bread; but I
know it is not necessary to continue this subject. You are a
sensible woman; Madeline is a sensible girl, if she is my
daughter. And I have great views for her, very great views. I
shall follow this letter in about six weeks’ time, and will write
again before I leave. I shall come by the Ophir, Orient Line,
and you and Maddie can meet me in Plymouth. I enclose a
draft on my agents for six hundred pounds, five hundred for
Maddie’s schooling and outfit for two years, and the balance
for pocket-money and a few new frocks, so that she may be
smart when her old daddie comes home.”
Madeline paused, and shook the letter. No, no draft fluttered out.
“I have banked it,” put in Mrs. Harper, precipitately, who had been
scrutinizing every change in the girl’s face. “It is quite safe.”
“And now I must wind up, hoping soon to see Madeline,
and with love to her and compliments to yourself and
daughters, especially the lively Miss Selina.
“Yours faithfully,
“Robert West.”
“Well, Madeline, tell me what you think of that?” demanded Mrs.
Harper, wiping her glasses.
“I—I—am very glad of course,” she returned, her brain and ideas
in a whirl; but now fully comprehending the cause of Mrs. Harper’s
blandishments and welcome.
“We are so sorry, love, that we were so hasty about Mr. Wynne. It
was entirely Selina’s doing, I do assure you. I am most thankful to
see—especially after your father’s letter—that you did not marry him
after all!”
“Not marry him,” echoed the girl, colouring vividly. “What do you
mean?”
“I see you are not married by your hand,” pointing a long finger at
Madeline’s ringless member. “Is not that sufficient proof?” she asked
sharply.
Madeline was suddenly aware that she was at a crisis—a great
moral crisis—in her life, when she must take action at once, an
action that meant much. Her father’s letter, Mrs. Harper’s conclusion,
her own dire want, all prompted the quick decision made on the
instant. She would for the present temporise—at least till she had
met her father, told him her story in her own way, and accomplished
a full pardon. To declare now that she was a wife would be ruin—ruin
to her, death to Laurence, for of course her father would cut her off
with a shilling. She was aware that he had very strong prejudices, a
grotesque adoration for rank and success, and a corresponding
abhorrence of those who were poor, needy, and obscure; also that
he was a man of his word. This she had gleaned out in Australia
when but seven years of age. They had lived in a splendid mansion
in Toorak, the most fashionable suburb of Melbourne, and an elderly
reduced Englishwoman had been her governess. But because she
had permitted her to play with some children whose father was in
difficulties, who was socially ostracised, she had been discharged at
a week’s notice, and Madeline had been despatched to England. Her
father was peculiar—yes. In a second her mind was resolved, and,
with hands that shook as she folded up the crackling foreign
notepaper, she reassumed the character of Miss West!
CHAPTER IX.
BARGAINING.
“At any rate, I shall make the best of my web,” said his wife,
springing up. “I am going to take Mr. Jessop into my confidence.”
“Are you? Well, I suppose it will be best.”
“Yes, of course it will; I am going to write to him now. The very first
doctor in London is to come and see you; and, as soon as you can
be moved, you go into the country—that I insist upon.”
“I go into the country, do I?” with a grim smile. He was saying to
himself, as he looked at her eager anxious face, that the only country
he would ever go into now would be down to the old burying-place of
the Wynne family. At least his relations could not refuse him
admission there, or close that door—the door of the family vault—in
his face.
And when he was at rest, under the walls of the old grey church,
Madeline, as a widow, would be as much her father’s heiress and
housekeeper as if she had never been a wife. In fact, her days of
misfortune would enhance her domestic worth, at least she had
learnt the value of money! As for himself, he was reduced to such a
low ebb, mentally and physically, that death would be a release. To
return to life—with a capital L—and to take up his heavy load, and
plod on and on like an omnibus horse, was not an alluring prospect.
Madeline’s future was safe, and he would rather be under the green
sod, with all the dead and gone Wynnes—when, after life’s fitful
fever, they slept well.
It will be seen from this that Mr. Wynne was in a bad way—too
weak, too hopeless, even to care to struggle back to health. But
Madeline had now sufficient energy for two. Hope pervaded her
young veins, decision and prompt action were its outcome, and
money was power.
In the first place, she scribbled a hasty note to Mr. Jessop, and
begged him to call on them that evening without fail. This she
despatched by a little boy, paying a precious sixpence to save time.
Then she descended like a whirlwind upon Mrs. Kane, and begged
to see her for a moment alone. She had made a bold resolve—there
was no alternative. She was about to take Mrs. Kane—the insolent,
the red-faced, the incredulous—into her confidence. She had
Hobson’s choice, and, in fact, was at her wits’ end. Supposing
inquiries were made, supposing Mrs. Harper wrote and asked
awkward questions, and who so ready to answer them—unless
previously prepared, previously bribed, previously flattered, by being
let into the secret—as Mrs. Kane?
“Mrs. Kane,” said Madeline, knocking at that lady’s door, the door
of her own sanctum, “I have something to say to you in private.”
“Bless me, Mrs. Wynne, how white your face is!” exclaimed the
other tartly, having been just about to sit down to her supper—tripe
and bottled stout. “Whatever is the matter now? Not the bailiffs—that
I do hope.”
“No, no, no; quite the contrary.” Then, struck by a happy thought,
“How much do we owe you, Mrs. Kane?”
“Ah, owe me!” rather staggered. “Let’s see, thirteen weeks, at ten
shillings, is six pounds ten; then the coal——Here,” making a raid on
a rickety writing-table, “I have it all down,” searching among some
papers. “Yes, here it is. Coal, one pound one, kindling wood,
matches, postage on a parcel—total, eight pounds, thirteen and
sevenpence-halfpenny. Are you going to settle it?” she asked briskly.
“Yes, I am,” replied Madeline, now drawing out her full, her
overflowing purse. What courage, what confidence were conferred
by the very feel of its contents! Mrs. Kane gazed at it with eyes as
distended as those of a bull frog, and with her mouth half-open. “A
ten-pound note, Mrs. Kane.” And Mrs. Wynne tendered one as she
spoke.
“So I see,” in a milder key. “I’ll get you change, and, though I says
it as shouldn’t, it’s not everybody, you know yourself, who would
have——”
“Yes, quite true, I know all that already, thank you, Mrs. Kane.
Never mind the change just now, it can go towards the milk bill. What
I wanted to speak to you about is to tell you a family secret—which
concerns me.”
“A family secret! Laws, Mrs. Wynne!” suddenly seating herself with
a plunge, and looking at her lodger with a countenance of gratified
anticipation, “whatever can it be?”
“Promise, on your solemn word of honour, not to tell any one.”
“Oh, I’m as safe as a church; no one will get anything out of me”—
mentally resolving to tell her niece and husband without any churlish
delay—“unless it’s something not on the square.”
“It is quite on the square; you need not fear. Once I was a Miss
West.”
“So you told me,” nodding her head.
“I was at school near Riverside for a good many years. My father
is an Australian merchant—very rich.”
“Oh, indeed!” in a comfortable tone.
“But for two years he had not been heard of, we thought that he
was dead, and I became a teacher at school. Mr. Wynne saw me
there, and paid me attention, which displeased Mrs. Harper very
much. I was sent away, and we were married. We have been here
ever since.”
“So you have,” agreed Mrs. Kane, as much as to say, “And it’s
highly to your credit!”
“Well, now my father has written at last; he is coming home,
immensely rich. He has not heard of my marriage.”
“Laws, you don’t say so!” in a tone of admiration and
astonishment.
“No one has heard of it, you see. I had no friends. And if my father
knew that I had married a poor man, he would be dreadfully angry—
at least at first. I went down to Mrs. Harper’s; she showed me his
letter. She thinks I am not married, for,” holding up her bare left hand,
“I pawned my rings to pay my railway fare.”
“Oh, my goodness! Did you really, now?”
“And she took it for granted that I was still Miss West. I confessed
nothing. I told her I had lived here for fourteen months, that I worked
at law stationery, and was very poor, and she was apparently
satisfied; but, all the same, I firmly believe she will write and ask you
all about me. Neither she nor my father must know of my marriage—
yet. And now, are you quite prepared? I am Miss West, you know,
who has lived with you since last January year. You understand, Mrs.
Kane?”
“Oh yes!” with an expressive wink. “A nice, quiet, respectable
young lady—never going nowhere, keeping no company, and I only
wishes I had a dozen like her. I’ll give it her all pat, you be quite
certain,” said her landlady, rubbing her bare fat arms with the liveliest
delight at her own rôle in the piece. “But how about Mr. Wynne and
the baby?” she asked slyly.
“You need not mention them. It will be all right later on, when I see
my father and prepare him, you know. But now I am obliged to keep
him in the dark. Mrs. Harper would not have given me my money,
had she known. It’s only for a short time that I am forced to resume
my old name, and I assure you, Mrs. Kane, that it’s not very
pleasant.”
“Ay, well now, I think it’s rather a joke—something like a play at the
Adelphi, where in the end the father comes in and blesses the young
couple, and they all live together, happy as sand-boys, ever after.
That will be your case, you’ll see!” emphatically.
“I hope so, but I doubt it,” returned her lodger. “I will be content if
my husband recovers his health. Money is nothing in comparison to
health.”
“Ay, may be so; but money is a great comfort all the same,” said
Mrs. Kane, squeezing the note affectionately in her hand, and
wondering how many more of the same quality were in Mrs. Wynne’s
purse—“a great comfort!”
“Well then, now you know all, Mrs. Kane,” said the other, rising, “I
can depend on you? You will be our friend in this matter, and, believe
me, you will be no loser.”
“Certainly you can’t say fairer nor that, can you, ma’am?—though,
as far as I’m concerned, I’m always delighted to oblige a lady for
nothing, and I always fancied you from the first time I saw you in the
hall, and you knocked over that pot of musk, and so Maria will tell
you. As for the secret, wild horses would not tear it from me; and I’m
that interested in you, as I couldn’t express to you, and allus was—
you ask Maria—just as if you was my own daughter. I can’t say fairer
nor that, can I?”
And opening the door with a wide flourish, she waved Madeline
through, who, rather staggered by this unexpected compliment,
passed quickly into the lobby, and with a farewell nod, hurried back
to her family in the upper regions, and set about preparing tea. She
also made preparations for the expected visit of their chief
counsellor, Mr. Henry Jessop.