I'm having a problem right now with Frank Gohlke, like others are debating about Eggleston. With a lot of his work, I just don't get it. OK, I get the Mount St Helens stuff, and I sort of get the grain elevators. But for a lot of it, it almost seems to me that it's considered good because of who he knows, or something. A lot of it looks like a lot of other photographs I've seen. It appears no more informed than anything else, almost as if there is an assumption that THIS photographer took a shot with knowledge and insight and meaning, and THAT photographer took a shot because he liked the colors, and THIS one is art but THAT one is cultural detritus, regardless of any other merits of the photographs. And I'm not comparing it with HDR shots of vacation highlights, I'm trying to see it for its composition (he has written that everything in the frame is important) and as a collection, for what it says about landscape.
I'm willing to listen and be convinced otherwise. But I bought the book, and read the essays, and I just don't see what's so special. Perhaps if I saw the prints themselves, maybe there is something special about the actual physical thing that isn't conveyed by the image in the book? I'm willing to listen. It may be that I'm just being bullheaded.


