{"id":4024,"date":"2011-03-22T11:37:10","date_gmt":"2011-03-22T11:37:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/karlgrobl.com\/blog\/?p=4024"},"modified":"2011-09-19T09:14:30","modified_gmt":"2011-09-19T09:14:30","slug":"brush-with-greatness-photographer-lynn-johnson","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/karlgrobl.com\/blog\/2011\/03\/brush-with-greatness-photographer-lynn-johnson\/","title":{"rendered":"Brush With Greatness: Photographer, Lynn Johnson"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Occasionally in the field I run into working photographers and I always enjoy the opportunity to &#8220;talk shop&#8221; and share stories.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">It was a hot and humid day in Siem Reap, shooting at Angkor Wat temple so I stopped and sat down in one of the inner chambers, where it was a bit cooler.\u00a0 Sitting on a window sill across from me, I noticed National Geographic photographer <a href=\"http:\/\/www.lynnjohnsonphoto.com\" target=\"_blank\">Lynn Johnson<\/a>, with her Leica M9 sporting with its battered old lens hanging from her neck. Before long we struck up a conversation and for the next few minutes we\u00a0 had the chance to chat about her travels and recent projects.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I think you&#8217;ll enjoy stopping by Lynn&#8217;s website almost as much as I enjoyed meeting her. Here&#8217;s the<a href=\"http:\/\/www.lynnjohnsonphoto.com\"> link to her website<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/karlgrobl.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/KarlLynnJohnsonNG.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-4025\" title=\"KarlLynnJohnsonNG\" src=\"http:\/\/karlgrobl.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/KarlLynnJohnsonNG.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"800\" height=\"551\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Below is\u00a0 a bit of background on Lynn taken from National Geographic.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Lynn Johnson was a shy girl who spent a lot of high school poring over books in the library. One day, she happened upon a book of photographs by Dorothea Lange and other documentary photographers who had worked for the Farm Security Administration. It changed her life.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I immediately fell in love with the power of those pictures,&#8221; Johnson recalls. &#8220;In my short and rather sheltered life, I had never seen migrant workers or sharecroppers, and certainly had not experienced loss or pain like that, but I could feel it in those photographs. I had an emotional reaction to them I&#8217;d never felt. It made me want to pick up a camera.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">She began by making photographs for her high school yearbook, an experience that allowed her to discover her innate talent and something more:<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;When you&#8217;re shy, a camera becomes an entry into life,&#8221; she says. &#8220;It was a kind of shield I could hide my shyness behind, and it allowed me to become an active observer rather than a passive one.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Since then, this shy girl has climbed the radio antenna atop Chicago&#8217;s John Hancock Tower, clambered around scaffoldings with steel workers, and lived among fishermen on Long Island and guerrillas in Vietnam. She has done in-depth portraits of celebrities including Stevie Wonder, Michael Douglas, Mr. Rogers, and the entire U.S. Supreme Court. But Lynn Johnson&#8217;s passion remains\u2014just as it was kindled that day in her high school library\u2014documenting the lives of regular people.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Occasionally in the field I run into working photographers and I always enjoy the opportunity to &#8220;talk shop&#8221; and share stories. It was a hot and humid day in Siem Reap, shooting at Angkor Wat temple so I stopped and sat down in one of the inner chambers, where it was a bit cooler.\u00a0 Sitting [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":7020,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[150],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/karlgrobl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4024"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/karlgrobl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/karlgrobl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/karlgrobl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/karlgrobl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4024"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/karlgrobl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4024\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4028,"href":"https:\/\/karlgrobl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4024\/revisions\/4028"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/karlgrobl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/7020"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/karlgrobl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4024"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/karlgrobl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4024"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/karlgrobl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4024"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}