Oh Mr. Dodgeson, it's hard to be an artist in this world...
(The following should be read while listening to Debussy_ String Quartet In G Minor played in delicate counter point)
From the Panamint Springs Register, Oct 20, 1896
Dear Good Members of the Community:
It is my sad duty to report a regretful incident with one of our ‘newer citizens’
I’m sure I shared some of the mutual enthusiasm in the community when it was learned that a Daguerreotypist had taken up residence in a neatly turned out canvas house at the edge of Tent street. ( such a welcome change from all the gold diggers that have overwhelmed of late. ) Though Mr. Dodgeson’s place of business and residence seem to be one and the same, and its location is in a part of our town of which we are not particularly proud, I had high hopes that some of the more tedious portions of my experiments with glass phantomoizations could be happily passed on to Mr. Dodgeson’s Professional Hands.
Unfortunately, I have to report that my initial employment of Mr. Dodgeson has ended in a most disagreeable way imaginable. When I had not heard from the man, even after several days had passed beyond the date of his promised delivery, I ventured forth to his ‘tent’ and found him and my precious plates in the most debauched and improper state. Dare I hint in this respectable publication, that my arrival flushed out two most improperly attired ‘night birds’ who quickly withdrew, but not before dispensing with all manner of alarming and insulting information that they seemed to find most humorous.
Mr. Dodgeson was unable to speak clearly for himself at the time, (a incessant babbling ensued during my entire visit––something about the beauty of nature, the sun, the fortuity of female form, and the wickedness of commerce) However, the ruined images of my plates spoke loud and clear enough! It took all my good mannered training and patience not to give the man a good thrasing on the spot. As you can see the Khemical processing of my work has been performed in the most shoddy manner possible. What’s worse is that Mr Dodgeson has apparently taken it upon himself to inscribe upon the sorry results of his incompetence with all manner of obscene, incoherent drawings and writings.
Good Citizens of Panamint Springs! Heed my warning. Do not have any dealings with this dreadful man! Let my sorry experience be your lucky warning. Ladies especially should do well to keep a safe distance from the corruptive presence of Mr. Dodgson as there was ample evidence strewn about his tent in the form badly exposed plates of photographic endeavors involving the most unladylike behaviors of some members of our community, sadly this included several prominent citizens, whom propriety keeps me from mentioning here (shame on you, Mrs, S and Mrs K! and Miss L, until this day I was happily ignorant that such a thing were possible! ) I have spoken to the sherrif on this account and have been assured that Mr. Dodgeson days as a member of our business community are at end.
Your faithful servant
Hoarce B. Starcher
Editor in Cheif
(to properly inspect the damage and outrage click here)
www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=2069064055&size=o
Oh Mr. Dodgeson, it's hard to be an artist in this world...
(The following should be read while listening to Debussy_ String Quartet In G Minor played in delicate counter point)
From the Panamint Springs Register, Oct 20, 1896
Dear Good Members of the Community:
It is my sad duty to report a regretful incident with one of our ‘newer citizens’
I’m sure I shared some of the mutual enthusiasm in the community when it was learned that a Daguerreotypist had taken up residence in a neatly turned out canvas house at the edge of Tent street. ( such a welcome change from all the gold diggers that have overwhelmed of late. ) Though Mr. Dodgeson’s place of business and residence seem to be one and the same, and its location is in a part of our town of which we are not particularly proud, I had high hopes that some of the more tedious portions of my experiments with glass phantomoizations could be happily passed on to Mr. Dodgeson’s Professional Hands.
Unfortunately, I have to report that my initial employment of Mr. Dodgeson has ended in a most disagreeable way imaginable. When I had not heard from the man, even after several days had passed beyond the date of his promised delivery, I ventured forth to his ‘tent’ and found him and my precious plates in the most debauched and improper state. Dare I hint in this respectable publication, that my arrival flushed out two most improperly attired ‘night birds’ who quickly withdrew, but not before dispensing with all manner of alarming and insulting information that they seemed to find most humorous.
Mr. Dodgeson was unable to speak clearly for himself at the time, (a incessant babbling ensued during my entire visit––something about the beauty of nature, the sun, the fortuity of female form, and the wickedness of commerce) However, the ruined images of my plates spoke loud and clear enough! It took all my good mannered training and patience not to give the man a good thrasing on the spot. As you can see the Khemical processing of my work has been performed in the most shoddy manner possible. What’s worse is that Mr Dodgeson has apparently taken it upon himself to inscribe upon the sorry results of his incompetence with all manner of obscene, incoherent drawings and writings.
Good Citizens of Panamint Springs! Heed my warning. Do not have any dealings with this dreadful man! Let my sorry experience be your lucky warning. Ladies especially should do well to keep a safe distance from the corruptive presence of Mr. Dodgson as there was ample evidence strewn about his tent in the form badly exposed plates of photographic endeavors involving the most unladylike behaviors of some members of our community, sadly this included several prominent citizens, whom propriety keeps me from mentioning here (shame on you, Mrs, S and Mrs K! and Miss L, until this day I was happily ignorant that such a thing were possible! ) I have spoken to the sherrif on this account and have been assured that Mr. Dodgeson days as a member of our business community are at end.
Your faithful servant
Hoarce B. Starcher
Editor in Cheif
(to properly inspect the damage and outrage click here)
www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=2069064055&size=o