Alfred Stieglitz, I Love You - Joan Lennon

They have a strange and difficult allure, old photographs, don't they.  A power.  A poignancy.  As a writer, you want to write - to tell the story - but at the same time you can feel you're being allowed to be part of something that is complete without language.  Already perfect.  

I stumbled across Alfred Stieglitz's work only recently, and I am smitten.  I am also afraid to find out too much about him, in case he turns out to be a creep.  A supremely talented creep with the eye of an angel.  That sort of thing.  Where ignorance is bliss, 'tis folly to be wise - It's not exactly a professional attitude, but in this case, let's just let the images speak for themselves.  Three from the 1890s -     

"The Terminal" (1893)

"Winter – Fifth Avenue" (1893)

"Venetian Canal" (1894) 

And, as a postscript, one more Alfred Stieglitz photograph from the next century - 

"Dirigible" 1910

The man makes me go weak at the knees.  

(Click on the images to see them bigger - it only gets better!)  

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