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Lost Fox Cities

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Stay tuned for short outtakes from my first book, "Lost Fox Cities" leading up to its release on April 1st.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Lost Fox Cities Short #1: The Valley Inn

The Valley Inn circa 1920 and the modern hotel that replaced it.

 

The Valley Inn in Neenah was built in 1916, designed by a native son, George Edwin Bergstrom. 

 

Edwin Bergstrom was the son of George O. Bergstrom, co-founder of Bergstrom Stove Company and nephew of D.W. Bergstrom, founder of Bergstrom Paper Company.

 

The majority of Edwin Bergstom's career was spent in Los Angeles, where he helped build that city's skyline in its early days. Edwin Bergrstrom's work is still prominently displayed in Los Angeles today in his buildings such as the Pasadena Civic Auditorium (where Michael Jackson immortalized the Moonwalk,) and in the Los Angeles County General Hospital, setting of the fictional but iconic daily soap opera.

The Pasadena Civic Auditorium Los Angeles County General Hospital

In 1916, Bergstrom returned to his hometown to build his only local structure, the Valley Inn.  The hotel was billed as the "finest building of its kind in the state" upon its Grand Opening on September 11th, 1916. For over half a century it was the hub of social and civic gatherings in Neenah and one of the area's most prominent first class hotels.

 

Decades later, Bergstrom was chosen to be the architect with the daunting task of consolidating all of the contractors for the U.S. Department of Defense into one structure, as they were scattered all over the greater D.C metro area at the time. As challenging as such an undertaking must've been, Bergstrom came up with the design for the Pentagon in just five days.

 

Construction of the Pentagon began on September 11th, 1941, 25 years to the day after the Grand Opening of th The Pentagon. 9/11, 2001 e Valley Inn in his hometown, and, in a striking coincidence, 60 years to the day prior to being attacked by hijacked airplanes on September 11th, 2001.

 

By the mid-1960's, the Valley Inn had been surpassed by more modern hotels in the Fox Valley area and it was time for redevelopment. Wrecking balls came in 1967, and a new, more sufficiently modern hotel was built in its place.

 

 


This Is The Shot!

This Is The Shot!

 

Random reflections of my favorite photographs throughout my career. Why I shot them, why I love them, why I think they work, and the stories behind them. Here are the images that, when I looked through my viewfinder, gave me that “This Is The Shot!” moment…

 

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Utilizing the psychology of color is a common thread in my work.  Scientisits discovered a long time ago that color has a definite effect on our emotions, moods, and perceptions.  Advertisers spend millions of dollars every year simply testing color because they are well aware of it's attributes. 

 

In the shot above, the color and shade of green utilized was carefully calculated.  Green is the most calming color to the viewer.  The goal of this shot was to portray confidence in beauty, but on a more soothing and refined level.  If red was chosen for the backround and wardrobe, the feel of the photograph would be much different.  The skin tones and gold accessories accentuate the gentle, natural, holistic healing power symbolized by the color green, as does her hand and finger positions around her face.

 

The rest was up to the model to complete the goal with the right facial expression and attitude, which she pulled off flawlessly.

 

 

What do you think? Do you think this is "The Shot?" Why, or why not? Feel free to comment.

 

If you would like to explore the opportunity for me to capture these moments for you, feel free to contact me through www.scottwittmanvisual.com, or at 920-205-4181. You can also like my new Facebook page and follow me on Twitter for the latest in updates and special offers.

 

 

 


This Is The Shot!

This Is The Shot!

 

Random reflections of my favorite photographs throughout my career. Why I shot them, why I love them, why I think they work, and the stories behind them. Here are the images that, when I looked through my viewfinder, gave me that “This Is The Shot!” moment…

 

 

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While a student in art school a phrase I repeatedly heard my photo instructors emphasize was that before one could become a photographer, one has to learn to see.  Seeing, photographically speaking, is recongizing scenes compositionally, interactions between light and shadow, subcontexts of colors patterns, textures, etc. 

The person who most taught me to "see" was George Hurrell, in my mind, the greatest glamour photographer we've ever had.  I studied his work extensively as a student; his masterful manipulations of light and shadow, his tedious attention to detail, and his exceptional ability and understanding of how to portray mood and emotion to the viewer - unmatched to this day.

I do not, save for rare occurrances, emulate Hurrell's photographic style in my work, but traces of Hurrell's inspiration are alive in every shoot I do.  Loretta Young once commented, “We thought we were gorgeous because by the time HURRELL finished with you, you were gorgeous.”   I think of this quote everytime I view my subject, whether I'm shooting a family portrait, a model, or a wedding.  They all deserve the same.

The above shot is but one result.

 

What do you think? Do you think this is "The Shot?" Why, or why not? Feel free to comment.

 

If you would like to explore the opportunity for me to capture these moments for you, feel free to contact me through www.scottwittmanvisual.com, or at 920-205-4181. You can also like my new Facebook page and follow me on Twitter for the latest in updates and special offers.

 


This Is The Shot!

This Is The Shot!

 

Random reflections of my favorite photographs throughout my career. Why I shot them, why I love them, why I think they work, and the stories behind them. Here are the images that, when I looked through my viewfinder, gave me that “This Is The Shot!” moment…

 

 

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There's an old adage in photography the eludes to the fact that often times the best shot comes when you least expect it.  This shot actually came AFTER the photo shoot was completed, or at least, I thought it had. 

This was photographed at a wedding in Shawano, WI.  

The bride and groom had previously chosen Heritage Park in Shawano as the location they'd like me to shoot outdoor portraits of themselves and the wedding party.  It is a beautiful park with a number of restored historic buildings dotting it's landscape, making for very charming and alluring wedding portraits.  Time was scarce, as it usually is when photographing after the ceremony and before the dinner.  Everybody in the party was so wonderful and cooperative it made my job that much easier.

After only approximately 25 minutes of shooting formals of the bride and groom, as well as the entire party, I announced that I thought we had everything we needed and we could all begin the transit to the reception hall.  Moments later, just as the wedding party was about to engulf them in a circle of hugs, the groom pulled his bride towards him one final time before the euphoria of the night to come was about to begin.  I quickly drew my camera back up to my eye and captured one final frame...this one. 

Literally 2 seconds later, the newlyweds were consumed by the arms of their friends in the party.

"The best shot comes when you least expect it." 

Often times, capturing the most touching moments means the photographer must realize the shoot is really never over.

 

What do you think? Do you think this is "The Shot?" Why, or why not? Feel free to comment.

 

If you would like to explore the opportunity for me to capture these moments for you, feel free to contact me through www.scottwittmanvisual.com, or at 920-205-4181. You can also like my new Facebook page and follow me on Twitter for the latest in updates and special offers.

 

 

 

 


This Is The Shot! 03/24/14

This Is The Shot!

 

Random reflections of my favorite photographs throughout my career. Why I shot them, why I love them, why I think they work, and the stories behind them.  Here are the images that, when I looked through my viewfinder, gave me that “This Is The Shot!” moment…

 

 

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This was taken at a wedding at High Cliff State Park in Appleton, WI. 

The children are the bride's from a previous relationship.  After the ceremony, the bride, groom, and two boys took a walk to take in the occassion in private.  I wanted to respect their moment so I did not follow them.  After taking just a few steps in their direction, the younger child turned and put his arm around the groom, their new step-father.  A poignant moment providing for a moving photograph symbolizing the acceptance of another into one's own family. 

The smile on the child's face further illustrates his feelings on this day, as does the proud, confident expresson his older brother gives as he peers directly into my camera.

Wedding days can be hectic, especially for those being united.  There are hours of entertaining, seemingly endless hugs and handshakes from well-wishers, limos, buses, food, dances, photos, loud music etc.  This newly unified family knew that was all coming and made it a point to escape, if only for a minute, to take a little time to acknowledge what had just taken place.

This is a moment in time that will never be again.  Because of this photo, they can have it forever.

 

What do you think? Do you think this is "The Shot?" Why, or why not?  Feel free to comment.

 

If you would like to explore the opportunity for me to capture these moments for you on your special day, feel free to contact me through www.scottwittmanvisual.com, or at 920-205-4181.  You can also like my new Facebook page and follow me on Twitter for the latest in updates and special offers.

 

 

 


Sarah and Tim

I'm often asked if I shoot weddings, as I do not emphasize that genre in my content.

Short answer to that question:  Of course! 

Give me a call or send me an email and I'll give you the longer answer.  Let's talk about what we can create together....


The Rape of Wounded Knee

  As a historical landscape photographer, I often find myself experiencing many different emotions and feelings while standing at the sites and on the same ground that various fascinating events in our history took place. Whether standing on the crest of Little Round Top at Gettysburg, exploring the Gold Rush towns of the Black Hills, or gazing upon the small Wisconsin lake that inspired John Muir to become the “Father of our National Parks,” these sites help me feel more a part of the American Experience so many of us have lived for. While these emotions flow freely, the one that more often than not takes hold is pride.

Pride in being an American.  Pride in knowing that so many past Americans gave their lives, and life’s work, so I could prosper and live in ways of my own choosing so many generations later.  Pride in knowing that they have given me the same opportunity to help make this a better nation and world for those who will follow me.

But something happened this past June that I wasn’t prepared for. While standing at a site, a site I knew was not one of happy occurrences, that sense of pride was nonexistent. Rather, there were sharp feelings of shock, anger, shame, and embarrassment.

While traveling through the Black Hills of South Dakota, I took an unplanned trip to the site of the Battle of Wounded Knee. As we know today, this was not a “Battle” at all, but rather more widely and appropriately referred to as the “Massacre at Wounded Knee.” While the specifics of that horrendous December, 1890 day have been debated for over 120 years, the bare facts remain the same: hundreds of mostly unarmed Miniconjou Sioux indians were rounded into a circle and mowed down by the US 7th Calvary, heavily armed with countless rifles and Hotchkiss rapid fire machine guns. Of the 350 indians murdered that day, (some reports say closer to 450) all but 120 were women and children. The Calvary even chased down those that had escaped, up to 2 miles away, and finished them on the spot.  

After the “Battle,” and as some of the bodies lay where they fell for up to two weeks, the US military hired civilians to bury the dead. A trench was dug in the frozen ground at the base of the hills that the Hotchkiss guns fired from, and 150 indians were thrown into a mass grave, leaving at least 200 unaccounted for. Those bodies were most likely scattered throughout the frozen, blizzard covered land, so remote still today, the bones of which may still be lying there.

This incident, forever immortalized in Dee Brown’s “Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee” is now referred to as the end of the almost 300 year-long struggle between the expanding US and the Natives who were already here. What happened at Wounded Knee was so brutal, so appalling, that both sides simply stopped fighting.

This was only the beginning of a stream of circumstances that have continued to inflict injury and suffering upon this, what should be, sacred land.

In 1973, the community of Wounded Knee was seized by an urban indian militant group known as the American Indian Movement. For 71 days, Wounded Knee was held captive as AIM said they were protesting the re-election of corrupt Tribal Chairman Richard Wilson. The standoff led to several shootouts with the FBI, leading to numerous deaths, some of them still unsolved to this very day. In the years following the standoff, violence and murder continued on the Pine Ridge Reservation, where Wounded Knee is located. Most of these murders, many of them still unsolved, were the actions of corrupt tribal politicians fighting amongst themselves.

The Pine Ridge Indian Reservation, located in SW South Dakota, is among the poorest regions of our nation. It has been compared with Third World countries, and the comparisons are valid.

When I visited the actual Massacre site at Wounded Knee, I was at first confused. Confused at how a site of such importance could be left in such disregard. The grass is uncut, (or at least not cut nearly enough,) and weeds grow indiscriminately. While my wife and I walked the grounds, we continually kicked candy bar wrappers, empty water bottles, blowing shopping bags, etc that are strewn about. Children are climbing on the chain link fence which “protects” the mass grave still there. Panhandlers mercilessly solicit their homemade jewelry until you finally relent. Some of the Natives there were polite and helpful. Some were downright scary and a bit threatening. It is not an enjoyable place to visit - nor should it be - it is a site of great sorrow, but it was frankly unbearable due to the lack of respect shown to those who came to pay theirs.

My confusion turned to anger when driving through the Pine Ridge Reservation. Homes are more like huts. Garbage is blowing everywhere. Dogs run loose on the highway, suffocating in the heat. The lack of pride demonstrated by this way of life was simply outrageous, even insulting.

I have heard the “This is what we did to them” arguments; the referral of Pine Ridge as the "1st concentration camp in America;” that we have destroyed their economical way of life, and these conditions are a result of broken treaties and stolen land over a hundred years ago. It is these very arguments and this defeated state of mind which sustains this level of helplessness.

The Pine Ridge Tribal Council is the bulk of the problems today and has been for many, many years. It is infiltrated with corruption, lies, cronyism, and a disturbing lack of educated members.

Unemployment on the reservation is upwards of 89%.

That’s right…89%.

There are no banks, hardly any commercial businesses, and adequate housing for the close to 40,000 residents is at pathetic levels. The complete instability and incompetence of the Council prevents any possible employers from moving in. There are millions of dollars every year, granted to the Tribe through the US Dept of Interior for economic growth and housing which “vanish.” There are claims by some Sioux leaders that close to 1 billion dollars…1 billion!…has been given to the tribe over the last 10 years alone. That is American tax payer funded money. Where is that money going? No one on the Council can say.

Really?

That is why it angers me, and as an American tax payer, it insults me.

This is what Pine Ridge has done with that $1,000,000,000:

  • 97% of residents live under the poverty line
  • No industry, technology or commercial infrastructure
  • No public transportation
  • Only a handful of paved roads, making many homes on the reservation inaccessible in winter
  • No discount stores or movie theaters
  • 1/3 of all homes lack basic running water, sewage and electricity
  • Over half of the homes currently standing need to be burned down due to black mold. There is no insurance to cover this
  • Healthcare is virtually nonexistent
  • Teen suicide is 150% higher than national average
  • Infant mortality rate is 300% higher than national average
  • Diabetes and TB rate is 800% higher than national average
  • Alcoholism is pervasive and well beyond an epidemic
  • Life expectancy is 45-50 years, the lowest of anywhere in America.

All for $1 billion.

The Massacre at Wounded Knee occurred over 120 years ago. It is unfortunate. Many atrocities occurred throughout America’s expansion, both executed by, and against, Americans. But those wrongs cannot be remedied anymore. The past is over.

One drive through the Pine Ridge Reservation, and one visit to Wounded Knee will illustrate the sad depression of pride and rampant corruption that runs amuck abound a once proud people.

It will take a complete systematic change of attitude to fix these problems, though not enough tribal leaders and residents have offered up the effort to show they even care.

It is true the Massacre at Wounded Knee is still occurring. Except this time, amid the barrage of blame and finger-pointing, it’s self-inflicted.

Maybe a billion more will help…

 


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A Looming Decision for Two Rivers...

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Two Rivers,

James Edward Hamilton, an early pioneer and the man most responsible for putting your town on the map, now needs your help.

His manufacturing complex, built over a 40 year period from the 1880s to the1920s, and covering over 12 acres of waterfront property, may be staring down the wrecking ball.

J.E. Hamilton was born in Two Rivers in 1852. After his father, also prominent in Two Rivers' history and twice an elected member to the State Legislature, was killed in the line of duty in the Civil War, young James wandered a bit. He moved to New York with his family, and then returned to Two Rivers working various odd jobs. He then left for the Dakota Gold Rush in 1876, only to return again a year later - but this time he returned a determined man. He famously said to his mother after telling her he would be staying in Two Rivers for the long haul, "If there's anything in the old town, I'm going to get it out of her,"

 

Did he ever.

 

By 1880, J.E began his own business developing wood type. By 1885 he expanded his business to include furniture and cabinets, and by 1889 the Hamilton Manufacturing Company was officially incorporated and housed in the largest factory complex of it's kind in the world.

The factory complex continued operations as Hamilton's Wood Type Manufacturing until 1992 when it was acquired by what is now Thermo Fisher Scientific. By the mid-2000's dark days were looming and trends were not heading in the right direction. This last fall, the last 200 manufacturing employees at the factory, built in 1881, were let go.

 

The question now is what happens to the old complex.

 

The easy answer is what seems to be the opinion of the majority of Two River's current business owners: Tear it down.

 

Really? Just tear it down? Wash your hands of it? The tradition, symbolism, and legacy of those buildings mean nothing to you?

 

The legacy of Hamilton Wood Type Manufacturing is that it was the lifeblood for 130 years of Two Rivers residents. Inside those walls were generations of blood, sweat, and tears shed by factory workers providing for their families, planning for their futures, as well as their children's futures. Many of them often times working overtime, or double shifts, so their children could go on to a brighter future and live the American Dream.

And you want to tear that down...

It is understandable that not all of our historic buildings can be saved. Some of them have deteriorated to the point where they just simply aren't safe anymore. Just 10 years ago however, almost 1,200 employees still worked inside these walls at Thermo Fisher. No doubt that extensive repairs are needed, but It is unlikely that a sprawling complex of this stature would go from being safe for hundreds of employees to beyond repair in just 10 years...and if it did, the city itself should be ashamed.

Some business owners, as in the news clip above, are clamoring for the buildings to be torn down and "something attractive to the community" put in it's place.

"Something attractive to the community?"

The Hamilton Buildings have their own "site file" at the Wisconsin State Historical Society, containing scores or writings, clippings, and historical documents pertaining to the buildings and their history. It housed the museum dedicated to the largest collection of wood type in the world and was a destination for artists, scholars, students, and craftsmen from the world over. It even has an award winning movie produced about it entitled, "Typeface" released in 2009.

Yes, maybe something more "attractive to the community" would work....

 

As a historical landscape photographer, I have seen the results of other community leaders and business owners from decades past who thought the same about certain structures in the 1960s, 70s, and 80s. They, too, thought razing older buildings and putting in "something attractive" was the best way to implement innovation and promote commercial and residential development in their communities. Our streets are littered with these "attractive" sights throughout our state, and sadly, throughout the country. More often than not, these properties are now abandoned warehouses, old parking lots with cracked, uneven, weed-riddled pavement, or condo and retail space which never hold tenants. The community leaders who made those decisions are no longer around to answer for their decisions, and current leaders refer to the actions of their predecessors as "unfortunate," or "mistakes."

Two Rivers, you now have a chance to not make that same mistake. A "build it and they will come" mentality is unrealistic. You will never be a destination city...and that is OK. It is in your simplicity, identity, and history which lies your beauty. Hamilton IS your identity, your history, and your legacy - not condos or boutique shops. It is what you are not which makes what your are so unique.

If you tear these buildings down it is a virtual guarantee future generations will wish you hadn't.

Work with Thermo Fisher to repair and revitalize the buildings, acquire them, and build a task force to recruit future companies to once again provide for future generations of Two Rivers families.

James Edward Hamilton not only provided a good living to many generations of Two Rivers residents, he also built the Hamilton Community House, was instrumental in the founding of the Bank of Two Rivers, Grace Congregational Church, The Two Rivers Coal Company, and the city's early light, water, and phone companies, much of this paid for with his own money.

 

The spirit of J.E. Hamilton is no doubt somewhere, watching what may become of the pillars of his life's work.

73 years after his death, it's time to pay him back.

Scott Wittman is a professional photographer specializing in Historical Landscapes and Elegant Portraiture based in Appleton WI. More of his work can be seen at www.scottwittmanvisual.com.

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