Early Art Photography
Posted: May 25, 2025 | Author: alangager | Filed under: History of Photography | Leave a comment »This summer, I’ve been working on a little book project for my History of Photography students. Here is a preview…
Early Art Photography
As photography and methods of printing evolved throughout the 19th century, so did debates about its artistic potential. Could a mechanical process—one that relied on light, optics, and chemistry—also be considered fine art? And if so, how should photographic art distinguish itself from mere documentation? These questions gave rise to passionate movements, rivalries, and competing aesthetic philosophies.
When photography first emerged, many painters and critics saw it as either a threat to the future of painting or a soulless tool of reproduction. Upon seeing a daguerreotype, the French painter Paul Delaroche is famously quoted as saying, “From this day, painting is dead.”

Charles Baudelaire
By Nadar
Others worried that photography’s accuracy would steer artists away from imaginative or idealized expression. Charles Baudelaire lamented that painters were increasingly surrendering to realism, warning, “Each day the painter becomes more and more given to painting not what he dreams but what he sees.”
Critics like John Ruskin were suspicious of the growing reliance on technology, writing, “Almost the whole system and hope of modern life are founded on the notion that you may substitute mechanism for skill, photography for picture, cast-iron for sculpture.”
To some, the camera’s mechanical eye could never replace that of a trained artist. As the sculptor Auguste Rodin declared, “If the artist only reproduces superficial features as photography does… he deserves no admiration.”
Painter Rembrandt Peale similarly warned, “We do not see with the eyes only, but with the soul.” Later, photographers like Alfred Stieglitz and Minor White would later turn this idea on its head, arguing that a camera in the hands of an artist could indeed reflect something deeper.

“The ingratitude of painting, refusing the smallest place in its exhibition to photography, to whom it owes so much”
The pioneering photographer Nadar emphasized that mastery came not from the machine, but from a refined understanding of light: “What can’t be learned, it’s the sense of light, it’s the artistic appreciation of the effects produced by different and combined qualities of light.” In a satirical 1857 sketch, he illustrated the tension between photography and painting by showing an anthropomorphic painter’s palette literally kicking a camera out of a fine art exhibition.
In the decades that followed, photographers would seek to prove that photography could be more than mechanical—it could be poetic, interpretive, and emotional. Out of this ambition came the first generation of photographic artists.

“Happy Days” — Oscar Rejlander with his wife.
Oscar Rejlander: Father of Art Photography
One of the first to argue for photography’s place among the fine arts was Oscar Gustave Rejlander (1813–1875), a Swedish-born painter turned photographer who spent most of his career in England. Rejlander’s enthusiasm for photography is evident, as his work spanned a remarkable range—from formal portraits and allegorical tableaux to expressive studies of faces and hands, landscapes, comical scenes, and even social commentary.
His most famous work, The Two Ways of Life (1857), is a monumental combination print made from over 30 separate negatives, painstakingly aligned and blended in the darkroom over six weeks. The image depicts an allegorical scene: a wise patriarch shows two young men the diverging paths of virtue and vice. On one side are images of industry, study, and charity; on the other, gambling, drunkenness, and lust. The work was modeled after Raphael’s fresco The School of Athens, completed in 1511.
Rejlander’s work shocked some Victorian viewers for its inclusion of partially nude figures—an audacious move for photography at the time. Despite the controversy, The Two Ways of Life was, for the time, a landmark in technical skill and creative ambition. Queen Victoria herself purchased three copies, but all are lost.
Rejlander wasn’t the first to use combination printing—blending multiple negatives into a single print by masking off unwanted areas—but he demonstrated how photo manipulation could be used to create scenes beyond the bounds of reality, nearly 150 years before Photoshop.

“Hard Times”
One example of combining negatives was Hard Times (c. 1860), named after Charles Dickens’s novel. The photograph depicts a weary carpenter seated in a small room, slumped forward, staring ahead in apparent despair. He holds a saw in his right hand, suggesting unemployment. Behind him, his wife and child lie asleep, unaware of his burden. Through a double exposure, Rejlander introduces an overlay in which the same man appears again, gently touching his wife’s head while his child kneels beside them in prayer. By blending the two images, Rejlander reveals the man’s anxiety on a spiritual level. In fact, Rejlander labeled it “A Spiritualistic Photo.” The narrative of economic hardship, family responsibility, and emotional strain has a timeless quality.

“First I Lost My Pen and Now I’ve Lost My Spectacles”
But Rejlander also had a sense of humor. In First I Lost My Pen and Now I’ve Lost My Spectacles (c. 1860), an elderly man rummages through a cluttered table, searching for his glasses—which are perched atop his head—while his missing pen sits in his mouth. A woman watches from the background, seemingly debating whether or not to point out the obvious.

“Poor Jo”
Rejlander made Poor Jo around 1860–1864, another image inspired by the work of Charles Dickens—this time referencing the homeless crossing-sweeper Jo from Bleak House. In Dickens’s novel, Jo is a symbol of society’s neglect of the poor and forgotten. Rejlander’s staged photograph mirrors this sentiment: a young boy sits slumped on a set of stone steps, his head buried in his folded arms. His clothing is tattered, his posture despondent, and the setting spare.
Rejlander’s hybrid practice—part theater, part darkroom craft, part moral philosophy—earned him the informal title “Father of Art Photography.” He laid the groundwork for others, like Henry Peach Robinson.

Henry Peach Robinson
Henry Peach Robinson
Picking up the torch of combination printing was Henry Peach Robinson (1830-1901), an English photographer often associated with Pictorialism—even though his work predated the movement’s formal emergence.
Trained as a painter, Robinson applied the principles of academic art—composition, symbolism, and narrative—to his photographs. Similar to Rejlander, he is best known for his combination prints: carefully staged images made by combining multiple negatives into a single, (mostly) seamless final image.
In 1869, Robinson published Pictorial Effect in Photography, in which he laid out his philosophy of photographic composition. Chapters include “Balance,” “Unity,” and “The Composition of the Figure,” reflecting his belief that photography should be guided by the same aesthetic principles as painting.
In one example, he uses a drawing of a figure reading a book to demonstrate how visual elements can guide the viewer’s eye: leading lines beneath the subject draw attention upward, while the subject’s arm—resting on her jaw—forms a triangle and creates a sense of harmony. Robinson encouraged deliberate, purposeful design, although, as we’ll see, some found it contrived.
However, Robinson also cautioned against rigidly following artistic rules. “I must warn you,” he wrote, “against a too close study of art to the exclusion of nature and the suppression of original thought…. Art rules should be a guide only to the study of nature, and not a set of fetters to confine the ideas or to depress the faculty of original interpretation in the artist, whether he be painter or photographer.”
For Robinson, the purpose of rules was not to limit creativity but to train the artist’s judgment—so that they “may select with ease, and, when he does select, know why one aspect of a subject is better than another.”
Robinson’s 1858 photograph Fading Away is his best-known work. This image portrays a young woman on her deathbed, surrounded by grieving family members—a composition achieved through the combination of five separate negatives. Robinson employed this technique to overcome the technical limitations of the time, allowing for greater control over lighting and composition.
However, the resulting image presented a lighting scenario that defied natural logic: the interior scene is brightly illuminated from the front, despite the only visible light source being a window at the back, suggesting overcast conditions. When the image was revealed to be a composite at a photographic society meeting, the audience reportedly howled with disapproval, feeling deceived by what they believed to be a truthful record.
Critics at the time didn’t hold back either, with one remarking, “Look steadily at it a minute… and all reality will ‘fade away’ as the make-up forces itself more and more on the attention.”
Fading Away was both condemned and celebrated. Victorian audiences were unsettled by the fabricated depiction of death, a subject considered too intimate and morbid for staged photography. Yet, the image’s emotional depth and painterly quality garnered admiration, even catching the attention of Queen Victoria, who purchased a copy. Robinson defended his approach by asserting that photographs, like paintings, could be crafted, composed, and tell a story.

“Little Red Riding Hood” (3 of 4)
As with Fading Away, not all of Robinson’s photographs were convincing. In the third of a four-part series depicting Little Red Riding Hood (1858), a young girl stands at her grandmother’s bedside—now occupied by a (taxidermied) wolf dressed in bedclothes. The effect is more comical than convincing, with the theatrical staging and campy wolf staring directly at the camera, undermining any sense of realism. The image reveals the limits of Robinson’s approach when narrative ambition exceeded both the technical capabilities of the time and the audience’s willingness to suspend disbelief.

“Carolling”
A more nuanced scene is Carolling” from 1887. Two women enjoy a conversation while walking through a misty sheep pasture. The title suggests singing, but there is no overt action—no mouths open in song, no instruments, no dramatic gesture. Instead, Robinson draws on the older, poetic sense of “carolling” as joyful movement through nature, possibly with song but not necessarily depicted. The result is quietly evocative rather than contrived.

“Carolling”
We also have a compositional sketch from Robinson that outlines the entire scene—a glimpse into his planning process. Though his pictorialist aims differ from the “straight” photographers of the 20th century, Robinson’s method reveals what Ansel Adams would later call “pre-visualization”: the ability to conceive an image fully before exposing the plate.
Not everyone was impressed by Robinson’s painterly ambition. By the 1880s, a new generation of photographers began to push back against heavy-handed artifice in favor of naturalism. Chief among them was Peter Henry Emerson, a vocal critic of combination printing and anything he saw as contrived or sentimental.
Upon seeing one of Robinson’s later tableaux, Emerson declared, “This is an inane, flat, vapid piece of work, bigger and more worthless than ever. Its composition is childish and its sentiment puerile.” For Emerson, such images betrayed the medium’s true potential. Rather than imitating painting, he believed photography should embrace its own visual language, rooted in observation, light, and the subtleties of everyday life.
Despite being forced to give up his studio in 1864 due to ill health caused by exposure to photographic chemicals, Robinson remained a central figure in the movement to establish photography as a legitimate art form. Unable to continue darkroom-based combination printing, he turned to a simpler technique: assembling his compositions using scissors and paste, a method that allowed him to plan images without the physical demands of chemical processing.

The Linked Ring Selecting Committee
In 1892, he helped found The Linked Ring, a breakaway photographic society formed in response to the Royal Photographic Society’s increasing emphasis on technical precision over artistic vision. The Linked Ring, which lasted until 1910, welcomed both British and international members and provided a prestigious platform for pictorialists—those who saw photography as a form of visual poetry, often influenced by painting and literature.

Peter Henry Emerson
Peter Henry Emerson and the Push for Naturalism
Robinson’s greatest critic was Peter Henry Emerson (1856-1936), a British photographer and author who advocated for a different approach: Naturalism. Emerson rejected Robinson’s constructed tableaux as artificial and misleading. Instead, he believed that photography should capture the world as it appears to the eye—without manipulation, darkroom trickery, or theatrical staging (although many of his photos were clearly posed).

“Gathering Water Lilies”
Perhaps one of Emerson’s most effective photographs is Gathering Water Lilies (1886), a clear example of his Naturalist approach. It shows a man and woman in a flat-bottomed boat drifting on a still, reflective waterway. The man sits at the back, holding the oars, while the woman leans forward, reaching toward the water with a lily in her hand. The boat is framed by reeds and overhanging branches, giving the scene a quiet, enclosed feeling. Although the image was staged, it avoids the stiff theatricality of earlier combination prints. The unadorned rural setting reflects his admiration for everyday life, echoing the values of Realist painters, who favored ordinary subjects over grandiose themes.

At Plough, The End Of The Furrow
Another photograph influenced by the Realism movement is At Plough, The End of the Furrow (1887). In the foreground, two horses strain against a plough guided by a solitary farmer, their forms sharply defined against the open field. The scene captures the dignity of rural labor without sentimentality, much like the work of Jean-François Millet.
The photograph also illustrates one of Emerson’s key visual theories: that a photograph should mimic human vision, with a central area of sharp focus that gradually softens at the edges. This selective focus helped Emerson distinguish his work from the flat, evenly detailed look of earlier photographic styles, reinforcing his belief that photography could offer its own kind of artistic interpretation, rooted in observation rather than manipulation.
To further distinguish his photographic vision, Emerson turned to photogravure, a high-quality intaglio printing process known for its rich tonal range and exceptional detail. The process had its roots in early experiments by William Henry Fox Talbot, who patented a method of photomechanical reproduction in 1852. By the late 1870s, photogravure had been refined—particularly through the work of Czech printer Karel Klíč, who developed the modern version of the technique in 1878, combining photography with traditional etching methods.

“Coming Home From the Marshes”
Unlike albumen or gelatin prints, which could appear glossy or overly smooth, photogravure produced a matte, grainy surface more akin to etchings or charcoal drawings. This suited Emerson’s Naturalist ideals, emphasizing mood and atmosphere without the artificial sheen of commercial prints. He used photogravure extensively in his books, including Life and Landscape on the Norfolk Broads (1886).

The Death of Naturalistic Photography
As photography struggled to gain acceptance as art, sometimes even leading figures wavered in their convictions. In his black-bordered 1891 publication The Death of Naturalistic Photography, Emerson famously recanted earlier assertions that photography could be art:
“I have… I regret it deeply, compared photographs to great works of art, and photographers to great artists. It was rash and thoughtless, and my punishment is having to acknowledge it now… In short, I throw my lot in with those who say that Photography is a very limited art. I deeply regret that I have come to this conclusion…“
Despite this dramatic disavowal, Emerson’s influence endured, particularly in his belief that photographs should reflect the world as seen by the human eye, not manipulated to mimic painting.
The Legacy of the Debate
The debate between Pictorialism and Naturalism shaped the development of photography for decades. In the late 19th century, Pictorialists dominated art salons and exhibitions, promoting photography as a medium capable of personal expression and emotional depth. But for all its ambition, Pictorialism was still a backwards-looking style, often imitating painting in its techniques and subject matter; it was trying to be something it wasn’t. By the early 20th century, Pictorialism gave way to a sharper, more modernist aesthetic, one that embodied some of Peter Henry Emerson’s earlier arguments about clarity, observation, and photography’s unique visual language—instead of trying to copy painting.

Alfred Stieglitz
If Rejlander, Robinson, and Emerson each represented a generation of art photographers, Alfred Stieglitz was the next giant to emerge. The tension between Naturalism and Pictorialism played out in his own work and influence.
While Stieglitz championed Pictorialism through publications like Camera Notes and Camera Work, his personal photographic style often leaned more toward Naturalism. In fact, early in his career, one of his photographs won first prize in an 1887 competition, judged by none other than Peter Henry Emerson.
Stieglitz battled for photography to be accepted as a fine art. When museums refused to show photographs alongside paintings, Stieglitz opened his own gallery—the Little Galleries of the Photo-Secession (also known as “291”)—and exhibited photography beside avant-garde works by Picasso, Rodin, and others. In doing so, he helped secure photography’s place within the world of fine art.
H. T. Webster
Posted: May 23, 2025 | Author: alangager | Filed under: Uncategorized | Leave a comment »One of the best cartoonists you probably haven’t heard of unless you’re 100 years old… H.T. Webster ⬅️ click for more. (Origin of the term milquetoast!)
Remembering James Howard Langager
Posted: February 19, 2025 | Author: alangager | Filed under: Family | Tags: duluth, ely, james langager, jim langager, minnesota, willmar | Leave a comment »(Click the images to enlarge)

Jim Langager
February 18, 2025.
The last conversation I had with my dad took place yesterday on the phone. He told me he was deteriorating. He was in at-home hospice in Duluth, Minnesota, and I was in Ankeny, Iowa, at work.
I had a feeling I might not be able to make it up in time to say goodbye in person.
I felt like I had already said goodbye, though. Three weeks earlier, all the immediate family, 16 of us including dad, had been there when he first was admitted to hospice at Solvay House.
With family coming from both sides of the country, California and Washington D.C., we had an amazing few final days together that I will never forget: telling stories, having dinner together, and listening to my brother play piano.
During our phone call, I told him that I knew he didn’t always have the happiest family life growing up, but I was thankful that he and mom were able to provide that to us.
As I start writing this, James Howard Langager passed away about half an hour ago, at 5:50 p.m., on February 18, 2025. He was born to Doug and Rachel Langager of Willmar, Minnesota, on March 28, 1951.
He was a loving husband to Dorothy Langager and father to Andrew (Aimee), Benjamin (Erin Hart), Jonathan (Ali Scher), and Martha Klopp (Dan). His grandchildren, who he adored, are Josephine, Madeline, Sofia, William, Penelope, and Eleanor.
He died peacefully, surrounded by family. He succumbed to complications from infection and pancreatic cancer, the latter of which was originally diagnosed in the fall of 2019. After surgery and radiation treatment, it looked like he might have beat it. Around this past Christmastime, 2024, he was knocked down by an infection, a liver abscess. During his hospital stay, it was discovered that the cancer had returned.
He was the smartest and wisest person I ever knew. He was kind, generous, empathic, patient, pragmatic, observant, grounded, and loved life. He disliked commercialism, ego, and hype. He adored being in nature and could find beauty anywhere. A piece of advice he shared with us: “Be present.”
His values? “Being steady. Being honest. What you see is what you get. [I had a] pretty straightforward life.”
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Dad was a remarkable guy. Let me tell you about him.
His top passions in life were his family, the family cabin just outside of Ely, Minnesota, working in the garden, reading, travel, and especially his daily walks with my mom, which easily reached 15,000 steps before noon.
He had an amazing memory. His institutional knowledge of all things relating to our family history will never be replaced. He knew every type of bird, plant, tree, and flower. He had a green thumb. He knew how to grow anything and maintain it year after year. This was exemplified by the vegetable garden at the cabin, which was no easy task up north. I can still picture him going up to pick spinach for our sandwiches at lunch, rinsing it off, and leaving it on the counter for anyone to enjoy.
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Dad was a cardiologist at St. Mary’s Hospital in Duluth from 1983 until he retired around 2010.
For a guy growing up in the small town of Willmar, MN, going off to college (Macalester), and medical school (University of Minnesota) to become a doctor was a big deal. He did a residency and fellowship at Dartmouth Hitchcock Medical Center in New Hampshire, where I spent most of my pre-kindergarten years before we moved to Duluth.
In New Hampshire, we lived in Etna, just outside of Hanover, where the Medical Center was. Dad said he made good friends there and enjoyed gardening and cross-country skiing.
He didn’t get into medical school on the first try. He said he feared there was a chance he might not ever get in and his backup plan was to apply to graduate school to study biology. But when he did get into the U of M, he described it as a “huge landmark,” more fun than college, and he felt honored to be there, like it was a “holy realm.”
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He said he always wanted to be a doctor. He might have had a desire to help people because growing up, his own family needed help. His older brother Steve struggled with alcohol which caused home life to be often unhappy and chaotic. He told a story about his mother crying while preparing a Christmas meal, not knowing where Steve was or if he would show up at all.
Our mom had said she always wanted four kids, and dad was more than fine with that because he said he felt like an only child growing up. “Not much of a family feeling.”
Steve eventually turned his life around and was very caring for Rachel, especially when the end of her life was near.
But the rocky family life must have been difficult for dad. I think he wanted to make sure we had a happy family life growing up. And we did. I couldn’t have asked for anything better.
Serendipity brought us to Duluth. His cousin Karen was working as a nurse there and happened to mention to a cardiologist that dad was finishing up his training. The hospital happened to be hiring, so they recruited him.
As a doctor, he enjoyed his work and made good friends with his colleagues. He said the staff liked him because he worked fast and didn’t complain. However, he did not enjoy being “on call” and having to go to work in the middle of the night. But, he did it. And his patients must have appreciated him — he would often receive gifts from those who were grateful for his care. How many lives did he save? I don’t know.
He said his favorite part of the job was when he was able to help someone suffering from a heart attack. “They would come in, in total misery, writhing on a gurney.” He said he worked quickly to open up their colluded coronary artery and “in a matter of minutes they would be laughing and joking with you.”
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Dad said one of his fondest memories growing up was playing in a band in high school. They were called “The Rubber Band,” which I think is pretty great. He said they knew about 20-30 songs, mostly early hits from The Byrds, The Beatles, and The Rolling Stones. They practiced in the basement of Mike Olson’s house, bandmate and best friend. I don’t know how many shows they played, but photos from those days show them giving it their all in a poorly lit old building in Willmar. I’ve been told dad’s singing was filled with emotion and passion.
I think if I could go back in time, this is one of the moments I would have liked to have experienced. I don’t think I or anyone else in my family actually got to hear him play the drums, but when I was little I remember him sometimes tapping his hands to a beat when a great song came on.
He played Beatles music for us often, but one of my best memories of my dad and music was when he put on some classical music right before supper. As we gathered around the table (we always ate together as a family), he would quiz us who the composer was. Mozart was always a good guess, as was Handel. In Hospice he noted that Telemann’s Double and Triple Concertos was one of his favorites. If I ever want to travel back to that time, all I have to do is put that album on during supper.
Dad also talked about one of his favorite moments when it came to music: at the beginning of the Christmas Eve service at Pilgrim Congregational Church, the churchgoers would stand up and sing O Come, All Ye Faithful. Dad’s favorite part was when the huge pipe organ would start in, seemingly extra loud and enthusiastic for this particular hymn. You could practically feel the music resonate in your bones. When the hymn was over, there was a brief silence throughout the congregation, and you could tell it was one of his deepest, most transcendent experiences.
Growing up, he said another fond memory was playing golf with his dad. I never played a round with him, but for a few years, we would go to the driving range at Lester Park Golf Course. He had a natural talent for the game. I had no idea what I was doing, but he always gave me tips to improve my swing. He also had a natural talent for tennis and would play against my mom regularly, although I think she usually won. (This is no slight to my dad, my mom could beat all of us at tennis and ping pong.)
My dad met my mom at Macalester College during their first semester in 1969. Their first “date” was to the movie “Alice’s Restaurant” with a group of friends.
“She struck me right away. I was in love pretty quickly. Head over heels,” he said. He liked that she was strong, athletic, smart, and from a stable family.
They were married 52 years, tying the knot their junior year of college in my mom’s backyard in Worcester, Massachusetts.
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One of the things my dad was most proud of was his adventurous trip to Europe at 17 years old with his friends Mike and Craig. He sold his drum kit and worked at a turkey processing center to raise money for the trip — $600 in all.
They went over in a boat, which took two weeks. The first sign they were getting close to shore? Seagulls. In Brussels, he had eggs for the first time and realized he liked them.
The trip must have sparked a love of travel because he never stopped. He took an extended Europe tour with my mom before I was born, repeated trips to the U.K., France, and Italy, and traveled all over the U.S. Hawaii, Arizona, Kiawah Island in South Carolina, New England, New Mexico, New York, Florida, He still reminisced about the family on a road trip to Yellowstone National Park where we stayed at Old Faithful Inn.
One of his all-time favorite spots was walking down Klewenalp mountain in Switzerland, enjoying the breathtaking views of the Alps and Lake Lucerne. He even shared this experience with my sister and me when we did a trip there in the early 2000s. I didn’t quite know how much the spot meant to him until he mentioned it again during a discussion about our favorite travel locations while he was in hospice.
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Dad loved to read. He read every history book; you should see the bookshelves. From Alexander the Great to Winston Churchill and Martin Luther King, Jr., he read about every notable person and historical event. I’m pretty sure he could have been a history professor just based on all the books he read. He also loved mystery novels, and books about plants, birds, and nature.
He had a great laugh. He didn’t joke around too much but had a great sense of humor. After the operation on his pancreas, depending on the size of the meal he had to take a pill or two before to help with digestion. When he was in the hospital, a nurse brought in a tray full of food. He looked at it and joked it was a two-pill meal.
One of the shows that got him laughing the most was Fawlty Towers. In college, I bought the series on DVD just so we could watch it together and I could hear that great laugh.
Even though he was pretty introverted, he was surprisingly social. Somehow he was always up to date with the latest news with random people, whether it was a neighbor in Duluth or up at the cabin, a former colleague, or a relative. He knew what was going on.
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Although he was a creature of habit and enjoyed his daily walk, reading, working in the garden, and relaxing after dinner, he also actively sought life experiences. Whether it was going to a play, concert, museum, or random sporting event, he wasn’t content to just do nothing. I’m grateful for all the experiences he gave us growing up, from downhill skiing to venturing off to random historical museums — even if we rolled our eyes and didn’t want to do it at the time.
One of his main “duties” (or maybe hobbies?) at home was keeping the floors clean. The floors were always spotless. We would joke about it and he admitted he was “obsessed.” When he was in hospice, I took up the task for a day — and it was not an easy one! He always stayed on top of chores, whether it was cleaning the floors and windows, or mowing the lawn. If something was broken or malfunctioning, he had a drive to fix the problem right away.
He had a knack for directions. Wherever we were, whether it was Minneapolis or New York City, he could seemingly get us where we needed to go with barely a glance at a map.
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He was amazing with grandkids. He always was available to read, play games, take them to the playground, or just tell stories about his adventures.
His advice for parenthood? “Let the kid be their own kid. Don’t be overly protective, [or] directive. Give them the means to succeed but don’t point which direction it should be.”
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The cabin.
The family cabin, purchased in 1988, was his pride. I could write pages about his devotion to improving and maintaining it. It’s a special place. Memories of dad will always be associated with the cabin. Long walks, picking raspberries, canoeing, swimming, games of Euchre after dinner, talking in the screen house during “wine hour” when the bugs were too bad to be on the picnic table. He poured a tremendous amount of work into the cabin and loved to share it with kids and grandkids.
Speaking to my brother while in hospice, he said, “It’s funny, I feel like all these places, [that] you’re not going to see again. I feel like they’re a part of me, so I’m not really leaving them. I can conjure up every little nook and cranny at the cabin, at home, the garden. So I can be there. I think that’s an advantage of sticking with something for a long time. It grows into you and you’re a part of it.”
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Long walks. This was one of his great joys. While bedridden in hospice he said, “If I could do anything right now… it would be to go for a walk.” He and my mom took great big long walks every day. I don’t know what he thought about on these walks. I’m sure he had many amazing insights and ideas.
But one of my lasting memories will be when I showed him a “new” walk in Duluth. We ventured from their home to a scenic peak in Hartley Park. He had been to Hartley many, many times and knew the trails like the back of his hand. But I don’t think he had ever walked there or ventured up for this particular view of the city and lake.
It was over Thanksgiving break and it was the last long walk he ever had.
Sometimes, when he had trouble falling asleep, he said he would take walks in his mind to help settle down.
I think I might take that walk in my mind right now.
Rest in peace, dad.
Link to my brother Jon’s remembrance on Facebook.
Favorite “Wordle” spin-offs and other games
Posted: December 12, 2023 | Author: alangager | Filed under: Games | Leave a comment »Since Wordle helped popularize the “daily game” trend, here are some I have enjoyed:
NY Times Mini – my mom and siblings share our scores
NY Times Connections – create similar groups of four
Raddle – “Word Transformation Game”
Strands – find the words and theme
Quordle – Wordle but four words
Bandle – guess the song one track at a time
Cuedle – guess the song quickly
Decipher – Cryptogram puzzle game… decipher the quote
NY Times Letter Boxed – I play less than I used to… I can usually get it in two if I spend enough time
Chronophoto – guess the year the photo was taken
Timeguessr – similar to Chronophoto but guess the location, too — I don’t play every day but I like Geoguessr-type games
Immaculate Grid – complete the grid with baseball players
Framed – guess the movie by still images
Redactle – try to figure out the Wikipedia article
Moviedle – another guess the movie game
Worldle – guess the country
USA Today Jumble – classic word game, glitchy design
Random thoughts
Posted: August 4, 2023 | Author: alangager | Filed under: Uncategorized | Leave a comment »Buy less stuff you don’t need.
If you’re sitting in your parked car, shut it off.
Turn the thermostat up a few degrees in the summer, and down a few degrees in the winter.
Don’t grab that plastic straw.
Use cloth napkins at home.
Turn devices off when you’re not using them.
Turn the light off when you leave the room.
Dry your laundry outside on the line.
Delete social media from your phone.
Play board games. Play card games.
Randomly text your friends.
Don’t put chemicals on your lawn.
Listen to music. Watch classic movies.
Bike instead of drive when you can.
Take a walk every day.
Improved Coup 1v1 Rules
Posted: June 7, 2021 | Author: alangager | Filed under: Games | Tags: coup | Leave a comment »I recently tried Coup for the first time. It’s a simple but addicting card game that involves strategic bluffing. I’ve yet to play with 5-6 people (which I hear is fun) but I’ve played a number of 1v1 hands.
The default rules for 1v1 are not very good, so I did some research and found some better user-created rules. This is what seemed to work well:
Custom rules for 1v1 Coup
Disclaimer: These may be similar or identical to other rules found elsewhere!
The main differences from the default rules are that each player gets a total of 5 influence cards (2 at a time) and they must call which card they Coup in order for it to succeed.
1. Separate influence cards into 3 “decks” of five (one of each card in a deck). Two player decks, one court deck.
2. Each player takes 1 card for their hand, arranges 3 hands for their personal draw pile, and 1 to be discarded into the court deck.
3. Before putting each player’s discard into the court deck, the dealer issues 1 card to each player. Each player now has two cards in their hand.
4. The discards are shuffled in to the court deck.
5. Each player begins with two coins.
6. The non-dealer goes first. Play continues normally with two exceptions:
A) Players must “call” each Coup. If they call the wrong card, they lose 7 coin. (The player being attacked must be honest about the card being called). They must pay 7 coin if it is successful, as normal.
B) When a player loses an influence card, they must show it, and it is out of the game. The player then draws one card from their personal deck until they have lost all their cards.
Notes: This greatly improves the Ambassador, which is normally next to useless in a 1v1 game. Being able to refresh your hand makes Coups much more difficult for the opponent.
Assassins can be deadly during the endgame. But, so can a Captain versus a player without a card to block steals (Captain or Ambassador). One can slowly gain income with a Duke, but otherwise a lone Captain can beat a lot of other combinations in the endgame (like Contessa + Assassin).
Convert PCT / PICT file to JPG
Posted: January 4, 2021 | Author: alangager | Filed under: Uncategorized | Leave a comment »I had over a thousand outdated PCT (PICT) files I needed to convert to JPG. I wasn’t having much success with Preview, Photos, Lightroom, Photoshop, etc. I tried this Resize! app but it gave me blank images.
So, I wanted to share my method I finally came up with.
We’re going to use Automator to convert to PDF then to JPG. The main problem I ran into was that Automator would combine all the PCT files into ONE HUGE PDF. So we need the “Dispense Items Incrementally” action.
First, download the action installer “Dispense Items Incrementally” from this site. It should show up in Automator automatically (if you have Automator open, quit and re-open).
When Automator opens, select “Quick Action” (or “Service” if it’s an older version).
Search for each of this actions and drag them into your workflow in this order:
Get Specified Finder Items
Dispense Items Incrementally
New PDF from Images
Loop
Set “Loop” to Loop automatically and Stop after 30 minutes (or longer if needed — it can’t be 0). Select “Use the current results as input”
Set your Output folder in the New PDF from Images action. Keep the default settings.
Now just add the PCT files in the Get Specified Finder Items action using the “Add…” (or drag them in) and click Run at the top.
When that’s done, we need to convert the PDFs to JPGs.
First: Select New in the Automator File Menu.
Create another Quick Action/Service:
Get Specified Finder Items
Render PDF Pages as Images
Move Finder Items
Click the “Add” button or drag the PDFs into Get Specified Finder Items window (like before).
Specify where you want the images saved in the Move Finder Items box.
Click run. If Automator gives you a message, “This quick action will not receive input when run inside Automator,” just click Ok.
That’s it!
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