I saw a post requesting information about the Glade Creek mill in West Virginia. It's certainly a very photogenic structure, particularly at peak fall color with the creek running. I mean, who wouldn't like a nice photograph of it?
Maybe me. It's obviously a subject that's already been done really well by a great many photographers. It's pretty far-fetched to imagine finding something new to say about such an iconic subject. And it's already at heart a piece of kitsch. The mill is essentially a 'folly' in the sense of having no function beyond the æsthetic. It was explicitly constructed to serve as a tourist attraction from components salvaged from three 'real' mills. It almost seems like photographing actors dressed up as cowboys at a dude ranch. "Faux authentic".
I started thinking these grumpy thoughts during the photo critique session of a workshop I took a few years ago. Many of the photos shown by participants had potential, and demonstrated sympathy for interesting subjects I'd never seen before. Yet the "ooh's and ah's" from the instructors and other participants seemed directed almost exclusively at images that were all too familiar. Yes, sunrise under Mesa Arch is beautiful; but I've seen that photograph a hundred times. It's become a cliché. Like the Snake River and Grand Tetons from Schwabacher landing, or the tunnel view of Yosemite at sunset, or...well, insert your favorite here. Certainly it makes sense to learn from the beautiful images we've seen; imitating them can be educational, sort of like "compulsory" exercises for figure skaters. But reproducing them from the same tripod holes quickly reaches a point of diminishing returns.
It's probably just me, but surely there's more to be gained from pursuing a personal vision directed at something unique or quirky than from reproducing a collection of other photographers' 'greatest hits'.
How do other people feel about this? Am I nuts?
