{"id":4040,"date":"2020-11-09T19:50:42","date_gmt":"2020-11-10T00:50:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/oook.info\/blog\/?p=4040"},"modified":"2020-11-09T19:51:55","modified_gmt":"2020-11-10T00:51:55","slug":"three-farmers-again","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/oook.info\/blog\/?p=4040","title":{"rendered":"Three Farmers again"},"content":{"rendered":"

It was almost 7 years ago that I wrote a blog post about my fascination with<\/a> August Sander’s “Three Farmers on Their Way to a Dance”

<\/center>and Richard Powers’ marvelous book (published in 1985) with the same title, which constructs an epic reading of the photograph. A couple of weeks ago the book was released as an Audible book, and I’ve been listening to it and re-reading my 1987 paperback too. The book has lost nothing of its power in those 33 years since I first read it. <\/p>\n

\nThat post followed one a week before<\/a>, written while I was reading Powers’ Orfeo<\/b> (2014), which contains this bit of insight:<\/p>\n

\u2026people take up all kinds of hobbies in retirement. They visit the birthplaces of Civil War generals. They practice the euphonium. They learn tai chi or collect Petoskey stones<\/a> or photograph rock formations in the shape of human faces<\/b>\u2026 (Orfeo, page 2 or so)<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

In 2014 I wasn’t seeking rock faces (though that was the first year we visited Brittany, and I did photograph megaliths), but it was about that time that I discovered the 12th Imam on a rock in Martinsville, and that was probably the beginning of my engagement with faces in rocks:


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