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Anonymous: Enigmatic Images from Unknown Photographers

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The answer to the question posed by William Boyd, who with Robert Flynn Johnson has gathered and commented on this portfolio of fascinating photographs, lies between the covers of this enthralling book. None of the photographers represented herein are known for their artistry: actually they are not known at all and hence the title. But the images in this book touch nearly every human emotion and do so all the more powerfully because their are 'incidental' glimpses at the human condition and the planet earth.

Photographs of the footprints of love, birth, war, death, joy, celebration, fantasy, surrealism, faith - all are here among the 200 odd images that fill these pages. Reading this volume is akin to revisiting childhood (both the good and the evil vantages) or rummaging around trunks of forgotten moments someone captured for posterity on film, moments that can bring chuckles as easily as gasps, memories that are both extremely personal and universally participatory.

But as with all fine photographic volumes, viewing the images is far stronger in impact than lumpy words, especially comments from an isolated observer. Read this book for the personal reasons that initiated these pictures and open your mind to the myriad experiences that constitute life. Grady Harp, January 2004

This is a handsomely produced tome with some wonderful pictures. But sorting out images by theme robs the viewer of an element of surprise - the start one gets when discovering an oddly arresting image at a flea market, or tucked away in an old paperback. A more successful collection of such elusive images is Other Pictures, put out by Twin Palms. It is one of my favorite photography books, period; serendipitous, like the best street photography; mysterious; totally unexpected.

I purchased this book after reading a glowing newspaper article about it and I couldn't be more pleased. Besides being beautiful it is a very thought provoking book with splendid comments by the author.

"Anonymous", by Robert Flynn Johnson, is a collection of photographs taken by anonymous photographers. Most of these captured moments occurred sometime in the early twentieth century. Immediately I wanted to call the book a breath of fresh air, but that's too tepid. I'd say it's more of a kind of hurricane that rejuvenates rather than destroys, leaving in its wake a clean, freed-of-human-junk landscape and upgraded homes.

The photographs were all taken for fun and/or someone's family photo album, rather than for commerce. There was not a trace of self-consciousness, taking me back eons to a time when I just drew, painted, and took photographs merely for fun. What's fun for me? I looked for the photographs I wish I'd taken.

An African American boy of about seven or eight, a pacifier in his mouth, holds a rifle.

Holding a scythe like the grim reaper, a white-bearded elderly man on an antique three-wheeler bike, looks over his shoulder at a little girl standing next to her relatively "contemporary" model bicycle.

A middle-aged man, dressed like a lord of a manor, rides an ostrich.

An elderly man in a cart drives the team of pigs that pull it.

The most intense photograph for me was the scene of an automobile accident that decapitated the driver, his head lying on the road a few feet from the wrecked car. It looked as if a photojournalist or a police photographer took the image. I am glad not to have been that photographer. I probably would have fainted or vomited.

Out of all the images in the book, I wish I'd taken only four. Why those? I think that they are strictly first-class photojournalism, all telling a story literally or metaphorically. All other aesthetic considerations are limited by the amount of time the photographer has to take the photograph.

I recommend "Anonymous" to photojournalists.

Not for the fainted-heart though : images can be shocking, but always reflect some kind of humanity. Buy it, share it.