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Photograph? Video Game Screen Capture? Shared Hallucination?

During the first pandemic lockdown, our son helped us pass the time by setting up his VR hardware in the living room and letting us take turns wearing his headgear. For a few hours each day, I defended a medieval castle, I smashed lights on a futuristic conveyor belt, and I bludgeoned 3D zombie hordes before they could eat my brains. But then, when I realized I could make screen captures of my environments, I decided to wander through these virtual environments the same way I wander through real environments when I go on photo walks. I would observe my virtual world and respond by documenting it with “photos.”

For the time being, the resolution of screen captures in virtual environments doesn’t come anywhere close to the resolution of the images I make with my digital cameras, but it’s only a matter of time before these images are indistinguishable. When we cross that threshold, we will have to confront an important philosophical question about the nature of reality. It’s important (to a photographer) because it has practical consequences for discussions about the legitimacy and authenticity of contemporary photographic practice.

Given today’s post-processing tools—AI sky replacement, facial expression alterations, easy elimination of objects—it’s becoming increasingly difficult to verify that a photographic image corresponds to anything in the real world. This is especially problematic for documentary photographers and photo journalists. Post-processing tools are shifting to in-camera processing tools so that many of these alterations happen the instant the shutter is released. Who’s to say, then, that the image above represents a scene I stumbled upon while I was actually walking through a field. Maybe I added the sunrise colours using plug-ins I’ve installed in Adobe Lightroom. Or maybe this is a screen cap from a VR game.

There is a convincing argument that we already inhabit a video game. It’s called the Simulation Hypothesis. The idea hinges on the likelihood that a civilization could become sufficiently advanced to produce simulations of such granularity that they are effectively indistinguishable from the real world. Presumably photographs made within such a simulation would likewise be indistinguishable from photographs made in the real world.

If this hypothesis seems too far-out for your taste, consider the growing consensus among neurologists that what we call reality is, in fact, a shared hallucination. I commend Anil Seth’s 2021 book, Being You: A New Science of Consciousness. At the risk of oversimplifying, he suggests that the neurological mechanisms we use to perceive our world function in the same way as when we hallucinate. What distinguishes our experiences of perceiving reality and hallucinating is that there is a social dimension to perceiving reality. Most of us have the same experience when we perceive things and that sameness reinforces the “realness” of the things we perceive. But the experience of sameness doesn’t arise because we all perceive the same real things, but because we all have the same neurological toolkit.

To the extent that photography is simply a record of our perceiving, there is no necessary reason why a photograph should correspond to anything in the real world. The most that can be said of a photograph is that it is a photograph.

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Fab Four – Deer Hanging Out in a Field

I call these four John, Paul, George and Ringo. To be honest, I can’t tell anything about the gender of these deer. What’s more, they didn’t stick around long enough for me to ask their pronouns. For all I know, they could be Benny, Frida, Agnetha and Björn.

Whenever I see deer hanging out in a field, I play a game called: how close can I get before they notice me? The answer is: not very. In the case of these four, I knew they were on the far side of a rise, so I crept up a gentle slope to a position I thought would serve as a blind. The problem came when I tried to set my camera on the tripod. It snaps into place with a quiet click. Not quiet enough. John, Paul, and George heard me right away. Ringo let on he didn’t hear but, hey, that’s part of his charm.

On another occasion, I got caught in a sudden downpour so took shelter under the eaves of the drive shed. I peered around the corner and there stood a solitary deer. The sound of rain bouncing off the metal roof may have hidden my approach. I was already close to the deer as I raised my camera and steadied the long lens against the corner of the building. I got a few shots as it stared at me, then it turned and ambled off.

A deer caught unawares in rural Ontario
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Picking Photos from the Flowering Image Tree

All the good images are there for the taking; you can pluck them by the handful from the flowering image tree. The problem is that the flowering image tree only comes into bloom when normal people are asleep, which means that if you want any of those good images for yourself, you have to wake up early or stay out late.

Some mornings, when I’ve set my alarm at a ludicrous time, I wake up and my wife says: “Oh God, are you going out to the flowering image tree again?” And I turn off the alarm and fall back to sleep. An hour later, I get up and realize what I’ve done. It feels good to get an adequate night’s sleep. But when another night has passed and still I’ve missed the flowering image tree, I start to engage in all kinds of negative self talk. I call myself a lazy bastard. You’ll never get any decent photos, I say to myself, because you’d rather sleep all the time. Sloth is one of the seven deadly sins, you lazy bastard!

So it strikes me as a minor miracle that I manage to pluck much of anything at all off that flowering image tree. I picked this image on July 1st, 2016 at 5:35 am. Even today, when I look at the image, I can’t believe I really got up that early. What is wrong with me?

As an aside, I prefer shooting in the winter because sunrise arrives so much later. I can get a full night’s sleep, throw on my coat and boots, and still make it in time to catch the flowering image tree in bloom.

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The Godfather of Maple Syrup

When I use the phrase “The Godfather of Maple Syrup” I’m being facetious. Despite the Great Canadian Maple Syrup Caper, maple syrup production is a benign industry and the people who make it happen are a big-hearted lot. How could it be otherwise? After all, they make something that brings joy and puts smiles on faces throughout the world. Instead, I want to use this post to acknowledge Howard Williams, the man who got things going at Williams Farm and set his son, John, on the path to becoming something of a maple syrup connoisseur.

True to life in small town Ontario, there are many points of intersection between my family and the Williams. By way of example: before John and I became related by marriage (by marrying sisters), we discovered that we were already related by marriage. Yup. We’re in-bred white boys. Or how about this? My great aunt Kaye taught Howard when he went to high school in St. Thomas, ON. Later, Howard took over the family business, Williams Funeral Home. In fact, both my great aunt Kaye and my grandfather were “done” at the Williams Funeral Home. However, by that time, Howard had sold the business, opting for a career in teaching.

Howard’s career change took him to Simcoe County where he and his wife Judith bought a farm property in Hillsdale and built a log home. This wasn’t a pre-fab log home; all the logs came from their woodlot, giving the farm its name: Pine House Farm. It started out as a hobby farm and it was in this time that Howard began to experiment with tapping trees and boiling sap.

Back in the day, there was an expectation that the family farm would be passed down through the generations. Nowadays, the family farm faces serious competition from large scale operations. Coupled with the fact that many farm children follow the trend of migration to urban centres and it’s easy to see why people talk about the death of the family farm. In taking over his father’s hobby farm and scaling up production, John has bucked the trend. It’s still possible to make a small farm viable in niche markets like organics and, of course, maple syrup. So Howard retired to Barrie and John took over the family farm.

In 2007, John sold the Hillsdale property and moved further along Highway 93 to Wyebridge where he had identified a property with a good woodlot which was better suited to organic practices. Since there was no longer a pine house, he changed the name to Williams Farm. Despite the various moves over time, traces of Howard’s old life can still be found at Williams Farm. One day, poking around the barn, I discovered a wooden crate that had once been used to ship bottles of embalming fluid. Curiously, the principles for managing the flow of maple sap from tree to evaporator are similar to those for managing the flow of cavity fluid from bottle to cadaver. From a certain perspective, the transition from funeral director to maple syrup producer is a natural one. You might say it runs in John’s veins.

CAVOS (Cavity Osmosis) concentrated cavity fluid
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When the sap runs, maple syrup producers run too

In a previous post, I noted how maple sap flows through tubes into a large tank for holding until it can be pumped into a mobile tank for transport to the evaporator. The same holds true of trees tapped off site. Williams Farm taps trees on neighbouring properties like the Sugar Ridge Retreat Centre which has a good woodlot.

Five years ago, I had the privilege of accompanying John and a buddy of his on a midnight run to Sugar Ridge. For a couple weeks in March, you are the sap’s bitch. If a tank is full, you empty it immediately because you can’t collect any more sap while the tank is full. If it’s midnight, you do it at midnight.

John and his buddy drove out on the tractor. I followed behind in their pickup truck. I’m a city boy, so what do I know about pickup trucks? It felt to me like I was in that opening scene from Jurassic Park, the one where they take delivery of the velociraptors. The site was pitch dark except for the lights from the tractor and the pickup truck. There was a lot of noise from the idling engine and from the pump transferring sap into the mobile tank. The ground was beginning to thaw and it was muddy in places. In fact, I nearly got the pickup truck stuck in the mud and worried I might replay the scene where Dennis Nedry (Wayne Knight) tries to winch his way out of a jam and ends up getting poisonous spit in his eyes.

Referring to my notes about the evening, I see that I had to work fast. I barely had time to set up my tripod and get off a few exposures before they were done. A testament to their efficiency, I suppose. We went back to the farm and, parking alongside the barn, pumped the sap into a tank that sits above the evaporator. Unlike Jurassic Park, nothing snatched us into the tank and devoured our arm. Maple syrup production doesn’t come with those kinds of risks.

Pumping maple sap into the evaporator.
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When it comes to maple syrup you can’t just go with the flow

Installment #4 of my March series on Ontario maple syrup production:

In a previous post, I mentioned that, at Williams Farm, syrup collection relies on a combination of gravity and vacuum pumps. In other words, everything flows down to the lowest point on the property where it gets collected in a large tank. Unfortunately, the evaporator is in the barn and the barn is situated at the highest point on the property. That means whenever the tank is full, they have to pump the sap into a mobile tank and haul it uphill by tractor to the other end of the property where they empty it into another tank beside the barn.

This illustrates a couple important considerations. First, is the reliance on pumps which means that before each maple syrup season begins, it’s important to make sure all your pumps are in good working order. Second, it’s helpful if you know something about the movement of fluid through hoses and pipes, the kind of practical knowledge you’d need if you were a plumber. As you can see from the image below, we’re not talking about the sort of trickle you get through a garden hose; we’re talking about the sort of gusher you get when you’re filling a swimming pool.

Imagine swimming in a pool full of maple sap! It reminds me a bit of Homer Simpson swimming in a vat of Duff Beer. Well, not quite. Maple sap is diluted. Even so, some people tout the health benefits of drinking maple water and have packaged and branded it. Personally, I’d rather wait for the stuff that comes out the other end of the evaporator. I might not get enough to fill a swimming pool, but I should have enough to fill a hot tub. I’m sure soaking in maple syrup is good for the skin.

Maple sap pours from a hose into a tank before going to the evaporator.
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Tapping Trees in the Sugar Bush: Ontario Maple Syrup

I remember childhood picture books of a stereotypical Canadian winter from long ago. It was the sort of winter that maybe les habitants experienced in the olden days, or that you learned about on a school trip to Black Creek Pioneer Village. It was the sort of winter where frost bitten settlers trudged through the snow with a yoke across the back carrying two pails of sap. They would pour the sap into a cauldron and boil it down until all that remained was thimble of syrup. At a 40 to 1 ratio, it took a lot of trips back and forth with the yoke, and a lot of waiting by the boiling cauldron, before you had enough syrup to keep the family’s 15 children from clamouring for more on their breakfast flapjacks. Even today, you can go on outings where they make maple syrup the old-fashioned way.

However, if you want to make enough maple syrup to keep up with demand, you have to forego the buckets and yoke and scale up your production. That means that when you tap a tree, the sap doesn’t flow directly into a bucket. Instead, it flows into a tube which flows into a bigger tube which flows into an even bigger tube and, with a little help from gravity, it all drains into a big tank. For the health of the trees, the general rule of thumb is: one tap in a maple tree with a trunk one foot in diameter, and an additional tap for every six inches in diameter after that.

The image above shows a network of tubes running through the sugar bush at Williams Farm in Wyebridge, Ontario. Below is a macro image of a single tap. Modern production may lack the romance of les habitants, but then again modern maple syrup producers don’t lose fingers to frostbite. So there’s that.

Tapping a maple tree for sap.
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Fence in Foggy Field

The chief merit of this post is the alliteration in the title: three “F” words in a row is irresistible. I could have added a fourth, but then I’d be giving up my family friendly rating. But enough about rhetoric.

This is a variation on the theme of Kanso, which I’ve previously mentioned here and here, creating a scene of calming simplicity by removing elements from the image one by one until only the essential remains. Although photography in the real world often makes it impossible to remove elements from a scene (Photoshop notwithstanding), nature itself sometimes steps in and lends a hand.

In previous posts, I’ve shown how a backdrop of pure snow can render an utterly simple photo. In this instance, I turn to fog as my natural assistant. It isn’t perfect, but it helps. The fog softens the background just enough that it doesn’t distract us from the foreground, a single fence post. We can trace the line of fence posts that recedes across the field and disappears into the foggy distance.

I shot this on New Year’s Day, 2022 at Williams Farm in Wyebridge, Ontario. The scene arrived like a gift and, although I wouldn’t call myself a superstitious person, I took it as a portent of the year to come. At least as far as photographs go, I expect 2022 will be an excellent year.