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Q.V. 9 Series 9 #401 - 450 Photographs by Roger Hagan from the Photo of the Day series of 2010


q.v. abbr [L. quod vide] which see _______________________

If we pay attention, a photograph becomes a challenge. Even if simple, it is rich with information. Even if commonplace, it has intention. Though unfamiliar, it may resonate. If abstract, it is nonetheless real. The challenge is to see well. I think photography cultivates the eye to help us experience life more richly. In 1997, many years after I began making pictures, I found some words that made me feel good about my lifelong enthusiasm, and regret the years when I made few. They are from John Szarkowsky’s Looking at Photographs (Museum of Modern Art, New York, 1973). In childhood, each of us was open to dramas of the senses, revealed in terms that were trivial and ephemeral: the lost space between the window screen and the glass, the reflection of the sun from a hand mirror on the dressing table, slowly tracing its elliptical course across the ceiling. Many of us forget the existence of such experiences when we learn to measure the priorities of practical life, or we find that they are rare or elusive. A few, whom we call artists, maintain an easy intimacy with these wonders of simple perception. In this century many of these have been photographers, and the exploration of our fundamental sensory experience has been in large part their work. It is photography that has continued to teach us of the pleasure and the adventure of disinterested seeing. I have generally photographed not for a purpose, but simply because I thought something was worth noticing. As I age, I do not notice as much or as well. These images are things I am glad I noticed, some long ago. I must try to keep noticing. You too. Roger Hagan

In 2009 I began sending a photograph every day to a small list of family and friends, drawing on my file of more than sixty years of personal photography. It was to get another look at the photos, imagining seeing them through others’ eyes, and to achieve the minimal discipline to prepare or create at least one each day. One recipient thanked me for the “visual haiku.” I like that way of thinking of the captioned photos. (Thank you, Terry.) They probably work that way best when arriving one per day, rather than collected as here. They are of mixed intent, some aspiring to be photographic art, others being casual observations or personal history. These books are my accumulating catalog, fifty photographs per book, in no particular order beyond the occasional cluster. There are no page numbers; to refer to one, use book number and title. I reserve the right to sell prints, but I allow most other uses if I am asked.

RogerHagan@earthlink.net www.RogerHagan.com Copyright © 2010 Roger Hagan


Riviera Ajijic, Jalisco, Mexico on Lake Chapala 2010 From Flemming Halby’s & Alexis Hoff’s roof patio


River town La Conner, Washington 2002 The river runs both ways, depending on the tide. It is actually a slough. It was named in the 19th century for Louisa A. Conner.


New face Workman finishes mural wall at the new University of Mexico campus, Mexico City 1953


Farm tree Under Popocatepetl, Mexico 1959


At the shore Friends after a baptism ceremony Cancun 2010 (Image modified with Photoshop “dry brush� effect)


Red white and black Parking in Madrid 1998


Quiet London morning At Westminster Abbey 1955


Ancient meander Gooseneck on the San Juan River in Utah 1991 The river once meandered through a flat valley of red earth. When the Colorado River cut the deep Grand Canyon, the San Juan, which flows into it, began running faster.


Winter evening Methow Valley, Washington 1986


Earning a living Getting my loafers polished, Mazatlan 1953


Traffic jam Entrance to the Blue Grotto, Capri 1955


Sheep trails Hills above Dillon Beach, California 1996


To get there Sheep trail on the crest of Dillon Beach hills above Frank Bays’ and Ray Bussey’s farm 1986


Highway to Veracruz Dropping from the central massif of Mexico to the Gulf coast level 1953


The girl on the barge, Xochimilco 1953 She has escaped the Sunday party to ride with the boatman. She watches me


American ceremony Southeast Portland, Oregon, July, 2010


Watching dawn Cancun 2010


Unplanned encounter 1960 Outside the grocery store in the old Odd Fellows building of Vinalhaven, Maine, an island in Penobscot Bay populated by fishermen, farmers, and in summer the families of old wealth from Boston and New York, two ladies of the Summer People set cannot avoid acknowledging one another, although they come to this island to escape their like.


Heading in An odd ketch rig entering Pulpit Harbor, North Haven Island, Penobscot Bay, Maine 1960


Cumulus Clouds and corn in Iowa 1962


Logs South Lake Washington, Seattle 1969


The biggest trees - Giant Sequoia 1952 I worked a summer in Sequoia National Park while in college, living in an old New Deal Civilian Conservation Corps barracks about a mile from the main grove of Sequoia that were three or four thousand years old. On our days off, the crew, an odd mixture of college boys and Papago Indians from Arizona, would hitch-hike to the tourist center to watch what we called the Nature Fakers (summer Park Rangers) lead the tourists around on descriptive tours. Our job was less glamorous, to save the three-needle pines in the rest of the park from blister rust by eradicating every instance of gooseberry plant we could find, since the gooseberry plant was the other host of this two-host spore. We carried picks and ropes and metal bottles of herbicide, hiking over slopes in threeman crews. Some gooseberrys were tiny, some the size of garages, some halfway down rock cliffs. While looking for the little ones we occasionally walked right through the big ones. Most of the college boys didn't want to work on a crew with the Indians because they never talked. I preferred that to macho palaver, so I was sent out with the Indian crews all summer.


Summer labor College boys at the Forest Service barracks, Sequoia National Park 1952 The young man at left did enjoy talking with other college boys so did not work with the Indians. With his gift of genuine amiability he became, of course, a successful sales manager for several national companies. We share one characteristic, however: in retirement, like me, he returned to his early love, photography. We recently visited him in San Clemente, California.


Collapse Pueblo Bonito Wall, New Mexico 1991 The Anasazi people who lived in Pueblo Bonito in Chaco Canyon worried that a spire of sandstone that leaned out from the cliff above their building might fall on it. They threw many magic sticks behind it to prevent disaster. They finally moved out of Pueblo Bonito in roughly the year 1300. The were right to worry. The spire did crash into the building -- in, it is believed, 1940. There is human time, and there is geologic time.


The Olympics Vashon Island and Seattle in the foreground 2006


Low Countries baroque City Hall, Brussels 1955


The Gilded Age The Guild Houses of Brussel's Grand Place, near City Hall 1955 Mostly destroyed in a peevish fit by Louis the Fourteenth in 1695, carefully rebuilt in the 18th century.


Southeastern Utah Sky 1991


Street scene Puerto Morelos, Quintana Roo, Mexico 2002


In Toledo 1955 The Renaissance began in this little town in the late Middle Ages, when Spanish Catholic and Muslim scholars began cooperating to translate Greek philosophy, mainly Aristotle, from the Arabic copies into Latin, to be available for study by scholars from France and England who traveled here for the opportunity, and carried the results back to their universities.


Cathedral of Toledo 1955 Above the tiny street, the old Spanish windows for passive solar heating


Forest light Path in Yosemite Valley 1948


Gothic air Westminster Cathedral, London 1955 The Medieval idea was to approach Heaven indoors. No interior space ever came closer.


Sara, year optional Holding her poster of some years earlier


Night vendors Outside the Bargello, Florence 2005


Time and the river Above the Columbia River, eight separate lava flows are visible, and more are hidden under the talus slopes descending from the newer ones above. Each eroded to near level, and then was covered by another. The river cut down through all of them, and is still doing so. (2005)


The Yard in winter Harvard University 1956 Either the path had not yet been shoveled, or he wanted to walk this way, in which case it was probably the first snow of Winter, and he was young.


Life form Cactus, Phoenix 2005


A conversation Nada Lake, Washington Cascades 1965 Kay Bullitt's hair was white from her thirtieth year.


Mid-century high school 1949 How explain an alien culture, or one's own in another time? George and I shot for the high school paper. He is photographing the freshman girls in the green beanies they were required to wear in their first semester. The girls are all white. Black girls and boys watch from behind him. It was 1949. Nothing more occurred to us.


Sierra de Tetillas The little volcanic cones above the corn and wheat fields of southern Morelos, Mexico, are called The Little Tits range. There is a cow in the cornfield.


Posts Monument Valley, Arizona 1991


Deception Pass The smaller of two inlets to Puget Sound from the Pacific Ocean, with treacherous currents except for fifteen minutes at slack tide. 2002


Sky lines Skagit Valley, Washington 2001


Road lines Wet road, Mexico’s brand-new west coast highway, Sonora 1953


Forest texture Nooksack Valley, Washington Cascades 1972


Intertidal zone Puget Sound shore at Nisqually Reach 2010 There is little sand on the shore of this inland sea, and each stone, thus made visible, differs from its neighbor. They were not formed near one another, but were broken off many places in near or distant mountains and carried by glaciers, the corners rounded in streams or torrents of meltwater, picked up by the ice again and carried further, finally to be dropped in a high hill of soil at the melting glacier's edge that later became a crumbling bank, eroded by wind and waves. Each color tells a different geological story that I wish I could read. Much as I have walked these shores, I still do so with my head down, watching the stones, and choosing a few to keep.


Rainstorm with maguey Eastern central Mexico 1953


Boneyard, Vinalhaven, Maine 1960 Abandoned boats and cars in what was then a working class town


Palomino Near Jerez de la Frontera, Spain 2000 The palomino grape used to make dry sherry grows best in the chalky soil of western Andalucia and gains a bit of saltiness from the winds off the nearby Atlantic Ocean.


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