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I read that George Tice<\/a> had passed away. Tice may not be a household name but he was a great photographer and one I feel a kinship with. We both live lived in Northern New Jersey in the 1970’s and both later migrated to Maine. Perhaps that is enough, but as I read the obit<\/a> and subsequently went through a book of his I own, I was interested in visual similarities we share.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I dont intend to compare my skill level to anyone of his stature. Being a photographer by profession takes a commitment that evades me. I like taking pictures, even love it, but great photographers such as George Tice lived to take pictures, all day, every day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What explains the similarities I see with Tice’s work? Perhaps I could find similar consistencies in anyones collection?, but as I looked through his images I found myself thinking, gee, that reminds me of this picture and that reminds me of that picture.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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It wasn’t just my images I found in his work. I realized when I saw Tice’s photograph of the Chrysler building that the iconic photo of those gargoyles wasn’t his, but the one in my brain by Margaret Burke-White<\/a>? Was Tice consciously paying homage to White when he pushed the trigger, or did he just think it was a photo he needed to take?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Margaret Burke-White<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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George Tice<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

There are two photo axioms which are forever embedded in my brain. One is a quote from Annie Liebovitz<\/a> who when asked “What is the best camera?” replied “The one you have with you<\/a>“. She said it as the iphone became ubiquitous, but it still carries the the thought that it doesn’t matter what you take pictures with, it is the picture that matters.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The other concept has been a lifelong conundrum for me. When you see a photo and think or say, Well, I could have taken that!. The truth is you didn’t, or in my case I didn’t. I was not standing in that place at that moment with a camera and deciding to pull the trigger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This idea has both plagued and confounded me my whole life of taking picture. Even though I know I will sometimes hide behind my lens, take pictures rather than engage with people, I have never been a photographer who can speak through their lens, or just be spontaneous when something presents itself that might be photographic. Tice did. In 1959 he was a Navy photographer’s mate when a catastrophic accident on a navel vessel occurred, he took pictures. One (below) wound up on the cover of the New York Times where Edward Steichen<\/a> (who was then the head of the photography department at the Museum of Modern Art) saw the photo and bought one for the museum.<\/p>\n\n\n

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I dont know why, but this idea of talking with the camera brings to mind a good friend who is currently dealing with the aftermath of the Los Angeles fires. He is a very seasoned photographer and it feels to me that he has turned to his camera as a way to both process what happened and to share what happened. I find his photos of his life remembered through the ashes meaningful in a way that I would not try to put words to.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Photo by Chris Ragazzo<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

He had ordered the stencils and paint to redo his faded curb number before the fires, He then went back and finished the job.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have owned two photos by George Tice in my life. One was considered his most famous. It is at the top of this post. It was a huge print that I bought on eBay when it was still possible to find photographic treasures. prints with unknown and sketchy provenance<\/a>. I was scared of it along with most of the photos I had collected over the years, living in fear they would be forever lost to an act of god. I sold all but a few of the one that meant the most to me. The Tice photo is entitled Shaker Interior, Sabbathday Lake, Maine,\u00a0<\/em>1971 is one of them. It doesn’t remind me of anything I have taken.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I still think almost daily about taking photographs. Not that I take them daily, I just think about it. I love the idea of taking photos, remembering the time of day for the best light, what lens would be best for a given shot, but the difference between that and actually taking photos everyday and then spending countless hours printing an re-printing is the reason why I never think of myself of a photographer. I am only able to commit up to a point. The great ones never stop committing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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