Aussie TJS wrote:Those Lego pics are classic Caliban, thanks
TJS
I thought they were good too but after I posted themI felt like I had been a bit cheap with what is a good idea for a thread - insomniacal (if there is such a word) bored and in a stupid mood. Sorry Flip Flop for hijacking the thread.
So,to make up for it, here are some Victorian photos that I consider to be iconic and more important to me I have had the great fortune in seeing the originals, close up and personal .
This is a photograph, from what was still to be the site of Nelsons column, down White hall in London and is believed to be the first dageurrotype taken in England in 1839
The original on polished copper is only about twice the size of this. Because of the timelapse in taking it, some fifteen minutes, the only living things seen are two sleeping drunks by the statue and a hansom cab horse stood in white chapel. Despite the small size,when looked at with a magnifying glass every brick in the walls can be clearly seen. Phenominal.
The east meets west - "golden rivet" at promontary point
Alfred Lord Tennyson taken by his next door neighbour Julia Margaret Cameron. She was the celeb photographer of her day,friends with the pre raphaelite painters this can be seen in the influence of many of her pictures, mixing with the movers of her time through their patronage of Tennyson she did more than many to further the skills and styles of portrait photography that are still used today. Another iconic photo is her portrait of William Herschal, the astronomer royal his white hair flowing giving him the impression of a comet and its tail. This one of tennyson, in the flesh so to speak shows every crag and line on his face.
Roger Fentons Valley of the shadow of death. The road from the port of Balaclava. Photojournalism at its best...and worst. A simple dirt road strewn with cannon balls. Balaclava. The British public probably neeeded nothing more to set the scene for them. BUT it was some miles from the scene of the charge. And another shot at the same place a few days before showed no such devastation of war.Not being satisfied that the scene portrayed vividly what he was trying to express, Fenton and his assistant moved the canon balls from the verge and ditches and strew them on the road. A story told but not the real story in the strictest sense. Never the less.
And last but not least,my personal iconic Victorian photograph
Unknown artist. Subject, my reat grandfather who ran away from home at 15 and joinedthe Buffalo Bill Wild West Show. Yippee Kyay Frank Browne
more later maybe
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