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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.

MUN Botanical Garden


We really wanted to go for a walk this weekend and we asked Little Miss F. to pick a destination. She picked, to our surprise and delight, MUN Botanical Garden. The colours were spectacular. I suspect we missed the full glory of the autumn in the garden, but it was still pretty special.


Feeding the ducks was, of course, the highlight of the walk, although the pumpkin patch was close with its appropriately freaky Halloween display.


If you haven’t been there in a while it’s really worth a visit. Seriously folks. I think we may have run into maybe six other people. This is one of those St. John’s hidden gems. We try to go at least once in every season and every time we have such great time walking the trails that we always promise ourselves to do it again soon and then it’s spring, or winter or whatever and we are back to once-a-season schedule.



There is still time left to enjoy the autumn colours in the garden even if all the time you have is a half hour lunchtime walk.


Feed me

University humour.

Croatian word of the day: humor humour [hoomor]


Battery and photo links

Battery a couple of months ago. You can see the damage winter storms caused this past February.

Photo links today:

Check out the website of Indian photographer Prabuddha Dasgupta. All of it is not necessarily my cup of tea, but a lot of it is very interesting. Always good to see the world through non-western eyes for a change. I particularly like the photographs in Personal section under Edge of Faith heading.

You should also check out Claire Martin’s website. She is an Australian photographer and this year’s winner of the Inge Morath Award. Her photographs of Vancouver’s Downtown East Side are very powerful and unflinching – take that as a bit of a warning. I have to admit that I am getting a bit uneasy with the whole Downtown East Side thing. It has been photographed million times and it starting to feel a bit voyeuristic – probably because I have been paying attention and have seen a lot of different work about it. To Canada’s shame, not much is done about it. This country is rich enough that a place like the Downtown East Side in Vancouver should not exist.

As I am working with my colleagues on a first ever reunion of the original Memorial University campus, this story on recently found photographs of British, Canadian and Australian soldiers of the Somme campaign in the First World War has a special significance. Over the past few months, I have lived with the history of Memorial University of Newfoundland and its origins. The university was envisioned as a memorial to Newfoundlanders who died in the First World War. I also had a fantastic opportunity to interview some of the graduates of the university’s original campus. The oldest one was 103 and is the last living graduate of the very first graduating class of 1927. It is a fascinating journey and probably the most rewarding (and in many ways most complex) project I worked on here.

And since this is a Tuesday, here is your Loonie Tuesday movie: this is part one of the documentary about Henri Cartier-Bresson called The Impassioned Eye (parts 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10).

Croatian word of the day: prilika opportunity [pre lee ka]


Another photo from yesterday’s shoot. Dr. Duncan McIlroy is showing a rock sample to Senator Fabian Manning with Dr. Ray Gosine, VP Research (Pro tempore), in the back.

Here is a weekend collection of photo links:

Time Magazine has a nice slideshow of Bruce Davidson’s photos. His new book Outside Inside sounds fascinating – a three volume collection of some 800 photographs. The book is available for pre-order from Magnum for $250 US.

David Rochkind is the winner of this year’s WHO’s Images to Stop TB. You can read more about it and see his work at dispatches website.

There is a really nice collection of Dorothea Lange’s photographs at The Selvedge Yard.

The Walrus magazine has a feature by Canadian photographer Donald Weber called Dark Element (text and photos). Weber has won everythign from World Press to Guggenheim for his work in Ukraine and Russia.

Here is an amusing look at the world’s bureaucrats – a selection of photos by Jan Banning. Unfortunately, Banning’s site uses Flash so I can’t send you directly to it. Click on ‘photo series’ in the menu and then choose ‘Bureaucratics.’ (h/t Quipsologies)

Croatian word of the day: birokracija bureaucracy [biro kra tz i ya]



I don’t often post work stuff because, well, it’s mostly talking heads at a podium. Today is an exception just because it was cool news (the university I work at got $3.8 million in funding through Canada Research Chair Program) and I like this photo. Seated from left are Dr. Ray Gosine, Senator Fabian Manning, and Dr. Duncan McIlroy. Back row, from left, are Dr. William Driedzic, Dr. Dale Corbett, and Dr. Qiying Chen.

Croatian word of the day: istraživači researchers [istra zhi va chi]


[Old Blog] Jonathan Green

This is another portrait I made for work. (There is actually quite a bit of photography I do for work and I have no idea why I don’t post more of it here.) Jonathan Green is a young print maker and a graduate of Memorial’s fine arts program at Corner Brook campus. I interviewed him for the university’s paper and one of his etchings is on the cover of the next issue of alumni magazine which I am just about to send to printers.

Tomorrow, I am leaving for a short weekend trip to Fogo and Change Islands. I expect a lot of photos…

Croatian word of the day: gravura etching


[Old Blog] Ambassador, Where did all the money come from

David Hutchings (interview) is Canada’s ambassador to Bosnia and Herzegovina and a Memorial alum. He was speaking to the students sometime in February, encouraging them to consider a career in foreign service.

Entry 26 – March 22, 2009
Where did all the money come from?

I just finished listening to a brilliant radio piece on Chicago Public Radio called The Giant Pool of Money. It was an entertaining and very well put together show attempting to figure out how did the US ever got itself in the current financial mess. It’s quite damning actually as is the fabulous (and long) piece in December issue of the Portfolio magazine here. Try as I may, I still do not understand how could half of this be legal even under the relaxed laws that ruled in the states, although places like Germany did not do much better if fabulously well written story on Porche and Volkswagen is any indication. In all this mess, it seems that the only people who are going to receive little or no help are the folks who foolishly believed that buying houses they could not afford is a smart thing to do. The inescapable market forces have struck mercilessly punishing their intemperance. They lost their homes, jobs, retirement savings and their kids’ college funds. The guys running the racket? Well, nothing to it – the government will sort out the mess.

Croatian word of the day:nepravda injustice


[Old Blog] Climate change, Project Watermarks, Kellie Walsh

For some reason, I have not been posting the stuff I have done over the last six months for my work. Here is one of the photos that originally appeared in Memorial University’s alumni magazine Luminus. This is Kellie Walsh, internationally recognized choir conductor during a rehearsal at the Holly Heart Theatre. One of her photos appeared on the blog previously here.

Entry 25 – March 20, 2009
Visualizing climate change

As a reporter and now working at the university, I always felt that large part of the problem that we face as a society today is that challenges currently in front of us are of such magnitude that they are difficult to bring down on a more human centric scale. Richard Dawkins calls that scale the Middle World – the one where time and space are defined in human terms not those of quantum theory or geology. The example of Danish consensus councils on technology is one way of engaging citizens in a public debate that matters in what Ulrich Beck unflinchingly calls risk society.

However, what I am also interested in is how do we communicate these issues outside of specialized institutions, either existing ones or the new ones that we are going to set up. The most intriguing attempt to show what climate change actually means is a series of photographs and public displays under Watermarks project. It’s a simple idea and it focuses on one small aspect of climate change – the rising water levels. And that’s probably where a lot of trouble comes from when we discuss complex issues such as climate change in public sphere. Inevitably, the issues are reduced to a much simpler explanation which then becomes the standard argument. Suddenly we find ourselves discussing weather the sea levels will rise 25 or 5 meters instead of the actual global impact of human activities on the planets ability to sustain life as we know it.

Croatian word of the day:promjene changes [pro mee ye ne]


[Old Blog] Machine space

Entry 17 – March 1, 2009
Machine Space

As I scale the snowbanks on my way to the bus stop down the hill from my office, I feel I am perilously close to intruding into what Ronald Horvath describes as machine space. And, judging by the speed of the vehicles that pass inches from my body as I wobble along the icy snowbank where sidewalk – human space – is supposed to be, if I do intrude, I’ll be dead in a blink of an eye. “Machine space, or territory devoted primarily to the use of machines, shall be so designated when machines have priority over people in the use of territory,” says Horvath and on Torbay Road I feel a little bit like a human refugee lost in machine space.

The remainder of Horvath’s text focuses on what he calls automobile territory. (Check out Christopher Morris gallery on Auto America – photographically not exactly stellar, but there are a couple of interesting images.)

Horvath’s argument and quite stunning maps delineating human and machine space in downtown Detroit and East Lessing make for compelling evidence of what Jane Jacobs called the erosion of cities. What I find intriguing is his point that the current mess most of North American cities are in is the direct result of urban planning and zoning decisions- two things that are under complete control of municipal governments. If I take myself as a measure of involvement in city politics, than we have only ourselves to blame for the mess we are in. I can’t even tell you who the mayor of St. John’s is and I’ve been now living in this city for over six months.

Horvath suggests that the current trend “is toward increasing exclusiveness of use of machine space by machines,” and that “is supported by major political and economic institutions of American society.”

The intrusion of machine space on our landscape is part that truly fascinates me. The physical changes inflicted on geographic landscapes in order to accommodate machines often take on monumental proportions. Bridges, tunnels, highways, railways, airports, parking lots are all in large part direct result of the need to provide and create machine space. Looked from that perspective, human labour appears to serve the needs of machines in a Matrix-like battle for control of space and resources. I am going to send you to a set of photographs by one of my favourite photographers of all time, Jean Gaumy. If you are going to click on only one link in this text, please click on the next one. He has documented construction of the Normandy Bridge in France – the largest cable stayed bridge in the world at the time. (And if you ever wondered what to get me for Christmas, here is your answer.) Look at those photographs and ask yourself whose benefit are these people working for. Machines’ or ours? I think an argument could easily be made both ways.

I was sitting at the student centre at Memorial today (that’s where the photo in this post comes from) and thinking that even the table I was eating at has been partially taken over by a machine – I had my laptop opened and was catching up on some work. Our homes are apparently soon to be under another wave of machine invasion as well. Here is a collection of videos on what are some of the best robots of 2008. [UPDATE: Add our bodies to that list, too. Since I wrote this, BBC run a story about a blind man who could now see thanks to a bionic eye. Cyborgs, indeed.)

Of course, it’s important not to loose sight of what technology and machines bring to us as we work, communicate, travel and engage with the world at large. And it’s even more important to remember that we are not powerless when it comes to defining the place machines play in our society. The current state of things is only one version of what the world could be like.

Croatian word of the day:prostor space


Patch of grass, Greg Walsh, excuses and beaver tails

I was at the top of CN Tower in Toronto with a colleague when I spotted this little patch of grass between the concrete, steel and glass.

I know I have been lax when it comes to this here blog. Sorry about that. This is still very much time of transition for us and it’s bound to be for a while longer.

I do have a couple of things that I would love to post. The Maritime Noon piece on Wood Island has been sitting here for a while and waiting for me to actually develop film I shot on that day. I won’t be able to do that for another month or so until I set up my darkroom. For now, I am going to leave you with a podcast created for Memorial University website. It should air tomorrow with a proper intro, but here you get pre-release. Greg Walsh, whose voice and music you will hear, is the youngest provincial archivist in Canada and the 2008 winner of the Horizon Award. The award recognizes young alumni who have achieved extraordinary personal and professional success. This is not a hard hitting piece of world changing nature, but I think it’s interesting. Enjoy!

Also, Serena, I can’t believe that I haven’t mention you and your sister on my blog. How inconsiderate of me. You guys were absolutely fabulous and I will always be in your debt for introducing me to those amazing beaver tails (and Copeland’s house still makes me shake my head).

Croatian word of the day: rep tail