Reading a cultural landscape (especially as a gringo)

The question of how to read a culture (that is not your own) has been a part of photography since the first traveling photographers set about to capture the visual world. From Maxime Du CampFrancis Frith, and Samuel Bourne the trends range (respectively) from a purely aesthetic response, to a sense of imbedded-ness and a straight (documentary?) image, to a desire to craft landscapes to match already understood and established expectations.


Arriving from the anglo world of Flint, Michigan I have a perspective of the New Mexican landscape that allows a certain naiveté and innocence within my images that corresponds to earlier photographer’s experiences of exploring new lands. Finding a shared institution, like a cemetery, would presumably aid the making of sensitive and coherent imagery, but I found that to be a false assumption as I explored a small group of gravesides south of Taos in Talpa, New Mexico. Walking amongst the dead, I was challenged to comprehend what might be either tradition, coincidence, purposeful interaction, or accidental circumstances in the “creation” of each individual’s final resting grounds and their stories.

Statues of Jesus and a few saints were frequent and expected, but I was mostly intrigued by the additions of toys, standard household objects, wires, rings, figurines, and an assortment of hand-painted symbols (mostly crosses) and messages. Individual plots were generally easy to distinguish, but in many cases the grounds had given way to cacti, shrubs, and the other ways that nature reclaims the landscape after man has intervened. All of these elements coincide in the large majority of the images I found (or found me) and those questions remain after looking repeatedly at the frames I made. As I review the images a familiar pattern and design aesthetic emerges, it’s my way of seeing. It’s cluttered, condensed, collage-like, and something that has taken years to (first) recognize and (later) employ to its best usage. I can find evidence of this optical design as early as the mid 1970s in many of my photographs. That discovery is always a happy moment.

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But even though I like the images, I still grapple with understanding their individual stories or the culture that shapes and creates these vignettes. I am fairly satisfied that I can find a means to see and respond with my camera, but I wish for more. Perhaps that’s really all I can hope for, and all that an outsider can manage. It’s a work in progress, just as all my work is and will be. I accept that idea and hope to delve deeper into the “whys” soon.


A word on the making of these images… for all of my personal work I have returned to film for making images. That’s a complex and long (certainly too long for most ears) story and isn’t important here, but I wanted to make some photographs for fun, serious images, but mostly just for the enjoyment of making images that spoke to me. The cemetery wasn’t likely to become a new body of work as I already am deeply involved in making at least three other series presently and I have only so much time, ambition, and film. So, I decided to employ a digital means to create these and set about planning to produce the images. What I like about digital is the amount of science (physics of light) contained in (almost) every camera and the ease it can be employed to appropriate ends. Designing the photographs is the same as ever…it’s an optical negotiation with the elements, but the ability to use a red filter (or orange, or yellow) to alter the contrast of a scene for a black and white image always required a certain amount of knowledge and belief that the images would match your expectations. In a digital environment the end results are immediate and can aid a photographer to rapidly adjust settings and technical criteria (depth of filed for example) to suit the ends. It still requires the knowledge of the physical science of light and how light can be “filtered” to change the final scene, but it is a great tool for creating B&W images in a short amount of time.

_MG_0265_1All in all, the experience of making photographs is still fulfilling and making photographs with film is still what gets me excited, but a digital workflow can have a place when the times and situation deem speed and certainty as the primary goals.

These images (and more) are also available on my Facebook page, “Darryl Baird – Photographs and other media” in an album “Tapla, NM Cemetery”

Back in the saddle, but looking for my map

...found at a coffee shop in Dodge City, Kanses

…found at a coffee shop in Dodge City, Kansas

Whatever happens with me in the next two or three years, one thing is certain and that’s I’ll be traveling in new and unfamiliar territory. Choosing to spend a great deal of time away from Flint has consequences, some understandable and desirable, others unseen and (a little) unsettling. The core of both is creating a lifestyle that revolves around work and self-fulfillment and it comes rather late in life by many standards, but I can’t turn back. So I plod along. Plodding is apropos, since I have (finally) learned to resist impulses, or resist long enough to consider the good and the bad of the possible outcomes.

My biggest impulse is to stop teaching and jump into an abyss of unknowns… just following my gut and put everything into making a new life in a new place. That place would be Taos and every day that I am here, it calls to me in wonderful and seductive ways, but is it a siren song (the impulse to find something new) or truly my heart? That’s the scary question, and even scarier is that there is no answer yet. So I plod along, acting out a drama where the script is unfinished, but believe it will end well. It reminds me of the theater manager character played by Geoffrey Rush in  Shakespeare in Love, who when asked how the play ends retorts, “Who Knows, It’s a Mystery.”

I met a long time Dallas friend and fellow artist, Stuart Kraft, yesterday in Taos and we shared stories and the same dream of making the move here. Seems this urge has been fairly constant since around 1915 with the founding of the Taos Society of Artists, and later as painters, poets, writers, socialites, and intellectuals came here seeking and finding similar satisfaction. There has been a continuos flow here, many come and leave, others stay and prosper. I’d like to think I have the spirit, will, and fortitude to gain membership in the latter group. Time will tell.

Rio Grande Panoramic

This trip comes as many of my goals and ambitions have born fruit — multiple publications this year, good results in my darkroom adventures, and images that have become more true and direct to my purpose. Yet, I am concerned that the scenery has painted a solid rosy tint on my eyes, effecting my vision and my thinking. But ultimately, it is my life and that single fact allows me to think, act, and plan in ways unimaginable just a few years ago.

Stay tuned. The ride will certainly be bumpy, but what a ride it will be.