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Library as a place


On October 15, I had a chance to speak to provincial library technicians during their annual  conference. There was a bit of dithering on my part about what was that I was going to say, but at the end, with the help of one of the organizers, I settled on Library as a Place, which worked reasonably well, I think. Here is the presentation with a script (or something close enough to one).

131014-LTAIG.001Good afternoon. My name is Bojan Fürst and I am a photographer and a geographer an I love libraries. Some of you may also know me as the manager of knowledge mobilization with the Harris Centre, which is what I do for a living, but that has nothing to do with what I want to talk about today.

131014-LTAIG.002Originally I was going to photograph library technicians and librarians as they work and then speak about that experience and how it relates to another project I am working on. For mostly unpleasant reasons, that did not quite happen. However, I was a bit dubious about that project from the beginning. I’ll tell you why. In 1999, I was flying back home to Croatia from Calgary. I was on a direct flight from Calgary to Frankfurt. Sitting next to me was a very pleasant old lady in her 80s. She was traveling to Venice where her grand-niece, I believe, was getting married.  She asked me if I’d like to see a photograph of her niece. I was a polite young man and she was a very nice old lady so I said yes. She, and I am not exaggerating, pulled out some 300 family photos of people I never met and never will and she went through all of them with me. Twice. By the time we landed in Frankfurt, and it is a VERY long flight, I knew two things: 1. I knew a lot about her family; and 2. I knew I am never going to be the old man that makes a complete stranger look at 300 of my photos. Making you sit here and look at photos of some of your colleagues as they go about their work felt a little bit like I was about to break that rule.

131014-LTAIG.003One thing most people don’t know about photojournalism, is that there is a lot of waiting that happens between actually making photographs. And that, more than anything else, is the reason why photojournalists often seem to notice things that everybody else misses. It is also why we often muck around with weird ways of taking photographs. We are also like lemmings, always ready to follow the latest trend – even if it kills us at the end. So in 2001 or so, David Brunette, one of the living legends of photojournalism, got himself a cheap, plastic, Chinese made, holga camera. It is as rudimentary a photo tool as you can get. In the hands of David Brunett, however, it became a superb photographic tool. He used it to photograph Al Gore during his presidential campaign. Next thing you know, every photojournalist is rocking one of these plastic and pretty much useless things. As a good little lemming, I got one, too. Now, to my eternal credit, I did realized that as good as David Brunett is, photographing Al Gore with a plastic camera probably had more to do with the fact that the photo ended up on the front pages of some of the world’s largest newspapers than the camera itself. Since Al Gore was not available, I carried that camera around with me without actually making any photographs – until the day I had some time to kill between assignments in Fredericton. Those of you who know Fredericton, know that it is not the most exciting place on the planet. It was a summer day, it was hot, and I was pointlessly driving around.

131014-LTAIG.004And than I saw this sign in front of a little corner store. Before I got an ice-cream, I pulled out my plastic holga and I made this photograph. For me, this was a beginning of a fascination with place making. Let’s look at a few more corner stores, but only a few. And let’s play “spot it” while we at it.

131014-LTAIG.005Ice box.

131014-LTAIG.006Lottery sign

131014-LTAIG.007ATM inside




131014-LTAIG.011Word “Convenience”

131014-LTAIG.012What is fascinating to me about these photographs is the perfect blend of the familiar and the unique. Each of these stores advertises the familiar. Smart move because it lets us immediately feel safe. We know exactly what is that we are going to find inside. What is wonderful about them is that they are also very much unique places reflecting the personalities of their owners, but also the larger community they are situated in.

131014-LTAIG.013So a corner store on Grand Manan is unlike any other.

131014-LTAIG.014And a corner store on Change Islands, or The Store, does not look like a corner store at all.

131014-LTAIG.015It was photographing corner stores that started to turn me into a geographer. Geographers think about space and place a lot. In fact, some would argue that the “most enduring legacy of humanistic geography is [its] theoretical engagements with notions of space and place.” And if you look at some of the definitions of place and space we came up with, you could be excused if you thought we think about it way too much. We talk about mobility, about time-space compression, about commodifcation of space and place. We talk about the destruction of the vernacular and the leisuring of rural landscapes. We talk about place as “a qualitative, total phenomenon, which we cannot reduce to any of its parts or properties without losing its concrete character.” We, as geographers, try so hard to be impartial, objective, scientific, clever and complex, that the best advice I can give you is to stop talking to geographers about place and instead ask architects. I am kidding, but only just so… I envy architects. They are the only people I know of who comfortably straddle the world of art, science and spirituality and, the really good ones anyway, can talk about it in a rational and engaging way without sounding flaky. So for our purposes today, I think Christian Norberg-Schulz’s definition of place will do nicely. He says that “the spaces where life occurs are places… A place is a space which has a distinct character.” Just like those corner stores have distinct characters.

131014-LTAIG.016And if you are interested in things like place and space and distinct characters, than islands are among the best places to explore all those things. Being a Croatian, my encounter with islands started in childhood. We have over a thousand of them and sooner or later you will end up visiting one of them. But my true involvement with the islands started in a resettled community of Wood Island just off the coast of Grand Manan in New Brunswick. I was working on a story for CBC radio about the reunion that takes place on the island every year. It was August of 2008. It was windy and overcast with light rain. But there was not enough wind or enough rain to prevent the islanders from making their customary annual visit to their ancestral home.

131014-LTAIG.017It takes about 10 minutes on a small boat to cross from Seal Cove on Grand Manan Island to Wood Island. There is not much left there: a church gleaming white among the island greenery, an old schoolhouse, a cemetery, and three houses scattered around the island that serve as summer residences. What there is left is a strong sense of attachment and identity among those who moved away from their homes in 1950s as the provincial government refused to provide any services to the island community. Hence, every year, the former islanders and their descendants board a small boat and get together for a church service and a reunion. It is a story only too familiar to most Newfoundlanders. It was towards the end of my stay on Wood Island that I managed to talk to one of the last teachers who had taught at the island school. She tried to explain to me just what the island meant to her. This is what she said. “In the winter, I might feel down and my husband knows – he’ll drive me to Seal Cove just to look over and get a fix. It’s awesome.”

131014-LTAIG.018Islands are funny places. Geographers can’t really figure out how to define them and so we don’t really know how many islands are there in the world. You think it would be easy. Tim Robinson, writing about his time on Aran islands off the coast of Ireland recounts the anecdote from his first day on the island: “On the day of our arrival we met an old man who explained the basic geography: “The ocean,” he told us, “goes all around the island.”” What Edmond and Smith call “obstinate separateness” of islands has been drawing people to those specks of land in the sea for centuries. Islands are mysterious, romantic, sites of paradises and prisons. They are difficult to get to and appear stubbornly unique in a world that has “institutionalize placelessness.” The  islanders manage to hang on to the authenticity of their island communities and we all want to figure out how they do it. How do they hold on to a life as Ann Buttimer writes “which is attuned to the rhythms of nature, … anchored in human history and directed toward a future?” How do they “build a home which is the everyday symbol of a dialogue with one’s ecological and social milieu.”

131014-LTAIG.019It’s not easy and it requires generations. There is an art to living on an island and it is a complicated one to master. Talk to islanders and they will tell you that the best thing about an island is that you know everybody. They will also tell you that, after a lousy ferry service, the worst thing about living on an island is that you know everybody. But knowing everybody is exactly one of those things that makes islands such unique places. It takes human interaction – unplanned, unavoidable and sustained random human interaction – for a space to become a place. Another architect, Canadian Avi Friedman, said that sense of place is an outcome of the physical features that surround us, the space between them and the interactions that happen among those for whom the places are built for. It so happens that small islands seem to naturally encourage those meaningful interactions in ways that it is becoming difficult for most of us living in urban and especially suburban environments to experience.

131014-LTAIG.020And when I say difficult, I mean difficult. In urban environments we all live in, and I swear I will be talking about the libraries soon, we have worked really hard to remove even a chance of a random meeting in a public space. Among my photographic interests is street photography. It is a branch of photographic expression with a long history that has created some of the best loved photographs we all know. Cynics would say that street photography appeals to me because I am an introvert who needs a reason to leave his house and an opportunity to hide behind the camera, but that is not true. I love street photography because it is unpretentious, honest, and it requires engagement and involvement with the world outside of our doorstep in precisely the ways that are conducive to place making. Except, it is really, really difficult to do street photography in St. John’s.

131014-LTAIG.021There are no natural public spaces here. Our streets, even in the heart of downtown are mostly empty. I call this photograph “The Optimist.” What else could he be playing to the empty streets? And while we can build our urban environments to encourage place making and development of a shared identity, the fact remains that we don’t. However, I do believe that a quest for a sense of place and a sense of identity is so strong in us that we will find ways to engage in its creation no matter what.

131014-LTAIG.022Let me tell you one more kind of a funny photojournalism story. In 2006, I went to cover a story in Bosnia for a Canadian magazine about Canadian efforts to rebuild Bosnian health care system. It was a very successful program carried out by Queen’s University department of family medicine and funded by CIDA. In the old socialist system in former Yugoslavia, we did not have family doctors in a Canadian sense. You had a GP that was attached to your place of work or to your school. So my mom had her doctor, my dad had his doctor, my brother had a paediatrician as did all other elementary school kids and I had a doctor that took care of my high school classmates. It was a bit of a mess. If you need to see your doctor you would take your health card and you would go in early in the morning to your doctor’s office and you would wait as long as it took to be called in. The Canadians came in, introduce the concept of a family doctor, and, crucially, the idea that you can make an appointment to see your doctor at a prearranged time therefore eliminating hours of waiting time. It worked like a charm and everybody loved it, except the retired people who just would not accept the new system. Canadians and Bosnians got frustrated and decided to conduct a thorough survey and figure out why did these old-timers insist on showing up before the office even opened and then waited until the doctor could see them. It turned out that for the elderly patients, a doctor’s waiting room was a social place. They talked with their peers there, they played chess and backgammon, knitted sweaters and hats for their grandkids. In most cases, they did not even really need to see a doctor at all. So now, some community health centres simply have a community room, where anybody can come and have a cup of tea or coffee and do all those things they did while waiting for a doctor and sometimes there is even a nurse or a student measuring their blood pressure and providing advice about their medication or nutrition. Family doctors’ waiting rooms were places and yet nobody understood that.131014-LTAIG.023There are other such places that we create for very specific purposes, but that perform a dual role. For example, architect Avi Friedman lists farmers’ markets as one of those places. He says that markets “not only provide basic amenities and contribute to economic vitality, but they act as social magnets. They are scenes of trade, as well as places for communal interaction and gathering spots where one can watch the theatre of life.” I would argue that libraries are also such places. And we are enormously attached to them. We have all heard about the cellist of Sarajevo and Sarajevo market where people died in mortar and sniper fire, but one story that we don’t hear very often is the story of National and University Library of Bosnia and Herzegovina. It was a repository of knowledge and identity and in 1992 it was mercilessly shelled by Serbian forces in a campaign designed to erase any evidence of just how complex the identity of Sarajevans and Bosnians really was. I wish I had a better photograph of it. During the shelling, majority of the books and manuscripts did not survive the fire, but nonetheless, citizens and librarians worked under fire to save as many of the books as possible. At least one person died. True places, like libraries and markets, and public squares, matter immensely to us –  enough that we are willing to protest against their destruction, fight to save them, and, as in Bosnian example, even die for them.

131014-LTAIG.024I believe that libraries are vital when it comes to place and place making. American feminist and social activist bell hooks once said that “One of the most subversive institutions in the United States is the public library.” Some 18 years ago, in my first year of college I discovered that I am a photographer in Calgary Public Library. Also there, I attended a lecture, and I can’t even remember who it was that was speaking, but that person was introduced by the director of the Calgary Public Library who said that every single one of us in the audience should be able to find at least one book in his library that would offend us. And if we couldn’t find such a book, than he failed as a librarian. I never forgot that.


Good libraries are much more than repositories for books and periodicals. They are not about buildings, or comfortable chairs. The good ones are true places. That means that they bring together people who would otherwise have no need to meet or interact with each other. They are truly subversive in a sense that, while making us perfectly comfortable, they also make us expand our worlds, confront our ignorance and make us better people whether we want it or not. Every good library is at the heart of its community. That is certainly the case of the Memorial University Library System and places like the Resource Library at the Faculty of Education.

131014-LTAIG.026You as library technicians, archivists, and librarians have enormous responsibility. Avi Friedman, at the end of his book “A Place in Mind” writes that today “The number of meeting places and their quality has diminished. Neighbourhoods, built for seclusion, have fewer people, fewer or no sidewalks, walking or bike paths, benches or civic squares. We have fewer public markets or corner stores.” But we still have libraries and you are the custodians of those places. Neil Gaiman said that the “Rule number one is: Don’t fuck with librarians.” And he couldn’t be more right. We need libraries that are at the heart of their community, the way our library is here at the university. We need libraries that are easy to access and libraries that challenge us to be better when we leave them than we were when we came in; libraries that are true places where communal life is lived to its fullest. I did not photograph library technicians at work, because I am not sure I know how to photograph people whose work is not to catalogue books, answer questions and mend broken spines, but to create places that make the heart of who we are. So instead of giving you photographs, I just want to say thank you.

Corner store

Off to Clarenville today… Leonard’s on Cabot Street.

Croatian word of the day: kiša rain [kisha]


Corner store…

Now that was a productive day…

Corner store nearby.

Croatian word of the day: dan day


A corner store saved…

This corner store on Prescott and Bond has seen better days. Today, it’s boarded up and for sale so if anybody knows any stories about it, feel free to share in the comments.

I do want to share with you an NPR story about an English village that refused to let go of their corner store. Enjoy.

Croatian word of the day: selo village


A corner store and links…

A bunch of links today and a corner store.

A strange collection of murderous cooks, waiters and bartenders.

Two websites that allow you to create “to do” lists. Teux Deux is actually quite useful for my purposes (h/t swissmiss) and NowDoThis is not so useful, but certainly more fun (h/t Minimalissimo).

Dalton Ghetti creates the most amazing sculptures from pencil stubs you’ll ever see.

And one of my favourite website, Quipsologies, went through a massive redesign.

Croatian word of the day: kuhar cook


Photo links and a corner store

I have this long post I have been trying to write, but am too exhausted to finish. Little Miss F is killing us by means of sleep deprivation. The only thing I don’t understand is why the hell is she so full of energy.

Photo links:

Alex Webb has photographed a fascinating story for National Geographic on a railway connecting Caspian and Black seas. The story is just as fascinating as the photographs. NPR has a preview of the story and National Geographic has an extended on-line gallery.

Alain Keler from the French agency Myop has a sad and haunting set of photographs of Roma people currently persecuted quite mercilessly in France. Even some of the members of the right wing UMP are appalled by the deportations. BBC story is here.

Check out NYT’s Lens blog and the work of George Georgiou on modern Turkey.

The photograph is of Long’s Hill Convenience in my new neighbourhood.

Croatian word of the day: san sleep


A corner store and a warning from a three-year-old

As I was heading out the doors this morning, Little Miss F yelled after me: “Bye tata! Be careful of the biting chipmunks!”

I thought I’ll pass it along just in case…

Another (and much better) shot of Halliday’s Meat Market – one of my favourite corner stores in town. You can see the whole holga corner store set on flickr.

Croatian word of the day: tata dad [zhena]


Second coming… of spring

Local convenience store and ice cream shop Moo-Moo’s this afternoon. We had a preview of spring about a couple of weeks ago. I am hoping that this is the real thing.

Some photo links:

The Jazz Loft Project is an amazing collections of audio recordings and photographs made by W. Eugene Smith during eight years that he lived in ‘the loft’ which also happened to serve as a playground for some of the best jazz musicians ever. There is also a 10 piece radio series which I haven’t listened to yet, but will this weekend. And here you can hear and see a preview at the New York Times.

At the Guardian, you can read a fascinating story about a photograph that came to define class divide in Britain (h/t Dave).

For Johnny Cash aficionados, here is a collection of Folsom Prison photographs.

And take a look at Ashley Gilbertson’s work called Bedrooms of the Fallen. It is an unusual and in many ways effective body of work. There is something that bothers me about it, but I can’t quite put it in words at the moment.

Croatian word of the day: proljeće spring [pro ly e che]


St. Patrick’s Day and lowercase letters

This is the store on the corner of Military and Bannerman in St. John’s. Today, it is a chain store, obviously, but, in the past, it seemed to be an important place for those who grew up in St. John’s. The store, which is located on a pretty interesting corner with the Colonial Building and the Government House (official residence of the Lieutenant-Governor) across the street, is better known as a Fountainspray Fountain Spray. I am not quite sure where the name comes from or whether is supposed to be spelled as one word or two words, but several people, when they learned about my corner stores project, asked if I photographed this particular store. So, yes, I did. And if you could share any details about it in the comments, that would be fabulous.

It is (still) St. Patrick’s Day and although I don’t have a single Irish (or religious) bone in my body I’d like to share two St. Patrick related links. The first one comes courtesy of Dave and it traces fascinating history of how we got lowercase letters (apparently, you can thank St. Patrick for that one). The second link will take you to Slate magazine and a collection of beautiful photos from Ireland by Magnum photographers.

[UPDATE] A bit more info on the Fountain Spray store has surfaced thanks to two facebook friends. Dave says it’s definitely “two words — Fountain Spray, so named for the fountain that used to sit in the square in front of Colonial Building. The base of the pool is still there, I think, but it’s covered in plants now. We call the story Rubber Neck’s, for the former owner who would gawk over the counter at young skeets who were likely planning to shoplift.” And Lynn claims that it was THE place to go to for treats, including candied apples.

Croatian word of the day: Irska Ireland [ee r ska]


Change Islands store

One of three Change Islands stores.

Croatian word of the day: cesta road [tz e sta]


Gambo corner store and gas station

Once you leave larger urban centres, it’s common for the local store to serve as a gas station and, in the case of this one in Gambo, Newfoundland, as a liquor store as well. The complete corner store set so far is on flickr.

Croatian word of the day: bljuzga slush [bl you z ga]


[Old Blog] Burlington corner store, New Zealand animation

The corner store series is expanding its geographic coverage – this is a store on the corner of Elizabeth and Lakeshore in Burlington, Ontario. I was there recently doing some press proofs and had my holga with me 🙂

Check out this fabulous animation from New Zealand.

Croatian word of the day: ugao corner


[Old Blog] Change Islands store, Arab logos, Eastern European book covers, Vonnegut on style, Wonderwall

From the outside, you’d be hard pressed to identify the set of white structures as a general store, but that’s what this is. This is the largest store on Change Islands and here you can buy everything from Purity Jam Jams (sorry about the auto-play music) to fiberglas boats.

A set of miscellaneous links today:

Here is 20 examples of modern Arab logos.

A flickr set of weird Eastern European book covers, although I don’t see anything weird in it 😉

A website for an interior design firm called Wonderwall. The experience can cause slight seasickness, but it’s an interesting concept.

And here is what Kurt Vonnegut has to say about writing style. While I agree with most of what he says, I got to admit that I am having trouble getting through his Slaughterhouse-Five. It just doesn’t quite work for me.

Croatian word of the day: stil style [still]


[Old Blog] Corner store – again

David asked for more holga corner stores so who am I not to oblige 😉 This one is in St. John’s and it’s a bit different from the others because it is a pharmacy as well as a corner store.

Croatian word of the day: ljekarna pharmacy [ly e ka rn a]


[Old Blog] Corner store

A corner store in Fredericton, New Brunswick. I somehow never scanned this one.

Croatian word of the day: zaboraviti to forget


[Old Blog] More tearsheets…

More tearsheets… Again, in collaboration with my significant other, we found a good home for a set of corner store pictures. The current issue of Saltscapes magazine is running a SIX (6) page spread. This makes my Holga the most profitable piece of gear I have 😉

Croatian word of the day: sreća happiness (but also luck) [sre cha]


[Old Blog] Halliday’s

Halliday’s is our friendly local butcher and a convenience store.

I am off to Change Islands for a few days. Should be back on Friday with lots of photos (digital and film). I don’t think I will blog because last time I had no internet access there and I don’t think that changed.

Croatian word of the day: otok island


[Old Blog] Moo-Moo’s, film is not dead, The Black Snapper, 2andFro, Xiaomei Chen, long-form multimedia, One in 8 Million, Capa’s Falling Soldier, Mary Ellen Mark, photo exhibits in TO

Moo-Moo’s is a corner store and an ice cream shop on Rawlins Cross in St. John’s.

A bunch of photo links today.

I am getting sick and tired of digital photographers pronouncing the film dead. Leave us, film shooters, alone, will ya? I mean why does it matter to you? Why this need to kill analog photography? Let it be…

The Black Snapper is a new on-line photojournalism magazine. The more the merrier, I say.

2andFro is an interesting blog using Through-the-Viewfinder technique to a pretty neat effect. Essentially, using a digital camera you shoot through a TLR viewfinder. Now, I have been drooling after a TLR for some time, but what I really want to use it for is to take pictures on that dead thing called film.

Recently, I stumbled upon interesting work by Xiaomei Chen.

Some thoughts on long form multimedia that I sort of agree with. And, speaking of multimedia done right, you should check out the latest story(ies) in NYT’s fabulous One in 8 Million series.

Stay at NYT (this is why we need serious newspapers – nobody else is going to do this kind of stuff) and read the essay on documentary photography which was written sort of in response to the latest allegations that Capa’s famous Falling Soldier may had indeed been a posed photograph.

Vanity Fair has a collection of Mary Ellen Mark’s photos from movie sets that are worth checking out [h/t Mark Hamilton].

And two fabulous exhibits are coming to Toronto: The Art Gallery of Ontario is featuring Edward Steichen and The Royal Ontario Museum is bringing Vanity Fair Portraits: Photographs 1913-2008. And I am very likely going to be in Toronto in November 🙂

Croatian word of the day: film film


[Old Blog] Story on storytelling, Greenspond store

A corner store on Greenspond Island, Newfoundland.

Here is a Toronto Star story on storytelling tradition in Newfoundland that I photographed and my significant other wrote. Enjoy, because the writing is superb, if I may say so.

Croatian word of the day: trgovina store


[Old Blog] A front page apology to PM

Ah… a whole new set of corner stores… This one is on Queen’s Road and Bates Hill in St. John’s. I see Telegraph-Journal is makingnational headlines… Getting your editor-in-chief and your publisher sacked after a front page apology to the Prime Minister AND your own reporters tends to do that. Can’t say I am in mourning for whatever befalls that particular bird cage liner. But, I will say that I don’t believe a word of those two stories I linked to. There is more to this than it meets the eye. A lot more.

Croatian word of the day: dim smoke