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Harvard Medical School Community Ethics Program : Group Photo of one of the Community Ethics Program Groups organized by Harvard Medical School, chaired by Christine Mitchell of HMS and Children's Hospital. Photo taken at Harvard Medical School, Boston, MA, 17 April 2008.

Harvard Medical School Community Ethics Program

Group Photo of one of the Community Ethics Program Groups organized by ...

Updated: Apr 22, 2008 10:26am PST

Dietrich Bonfhoeffer Book Cover : These photos are proofs for the cover of Volume 10 of the Collected Works of Bonhoeffer (US critical edition) to be published by Fortress Press. They are derived from a Union Theological Seminary Class Photograph in 1931. Unfortunately, there is no original photo or negative to be found so the class photo has been scanned from a book. The photos below are revisions of an earlier proof of the book cover. In these some of the background has been retained but diminished to make Bonhoeffer's image stand out. Earlier proofs had removed the background entirely. Those earlier proofs and the actual full-size TIFF originals of these photos can be found at http://studiolightplay.com/db_fortress

Dietrich Bonfhoeffer Book Cover

These photos are proofs for the cover of Volume 10 of the Collected W ...

Updated: Oct 24, 2007 4:12pm PST

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Harvard University International Students (Individuals)

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Harvard University International Students (Groups, Hosts, Families)

Fences :

Fences

Updated: Sep 27, 2007 12:20pm PST

Wedding of Congressman Dennis Kucinich and Elizabeth Harper : The wedding of the Hon. Dennis Kucinich, Congressman and Elizabeth Harper in Cleveland, OH 21 August 2005.

Wedding of Congressman Dennis Kucinich and Elizabeth Harper

The wedding of the Hon. Dennis Kucinich, Congressman and Elizabeth Har ...

Updated: Jan 10, 2007 7:01pm PST

Portrait Kristina :

Portrait Kristina

Updated: Oct 02, 2007 2:21pm PST

Portrait Karl : An "Active Portrait" of Karl D. Schultz caught in deep and animated conversation.

Portrait Karl

Ali at Leisure : In this "active portrait" session, Ali shows her different moods, but always stays "real." We made these pictures using only available light in one of her favorite restaurants.

Ali at Leisure

In this "active portrait" session, Ali shows her different moods, but ...

Updated: Jan 10, 2007 4:17pm PST

Laundromat City : (Picture Gallery below) They are in every city and most towns. With bright lights, hand lettered signs, and newspaper headlines screaming "Three-headed Boy Barred From Chess Match : Unfair Advantage, Say Opponents" and "Bible Predicts End of World Tomorrow." Some laundromats create community among regulars. Others are filled with isolated individuals who hardly look at one another. You'll find students, new couples, elderly individuals, travelers, apartment dwellers, and sometimes well- to-do people who need the extra capacity washer or dryer for that king size comforter. For the most part the laundromat provides an illustration of Robert Putnam's analysis of American social life ("Bowling Alone") and our increasing isolation from one another as traditional forms of communal life vanish. Come to the laundromat. What do you see? Long tables are placed in front of rows of machines. At one table a man has just removed his laundry from the dryer. Across from him there is a woman. Further down at the next table there is a student with a portable music device and headphones. They don't look at one another. They often don't speak to one another beyond a nod and simple greeting. They are fixed on the task at hand. They are sorting laundry to be washed or folding clothes just out of the dryer. There is a strange intimacy in this public place. The woman is folding her lingerie, bras and panties. The man is rolling his tee shirts and boxer shorts. Such intimate private articles of clothing that point to places on our bodies we hide from strangers. So no one looks, at least not directly. It is very like men in public restrooms. They stand almost touching, shoulder to shoulder, facing gleaming chrome and porcelain receptacles. They do not look at one another, and if strangers, do not talk to each other. A private act in a public place. The laundromat is often like that. She glances quickly at the man's laundry. Does he separate the lights and darks before washing? Are there women's clothes in his pile? Does he fold neatly? Are the towels folded in thirds? What is their condition? Is he careless? neat? fussy? She will tuck this information away. If she sees this man in other circumstances, she will know something about him, about whether he notices and cares about small things. She does not gather and store this information instrumentally, with an agenda. It is how she navigates the world and understands it. It is how she cares for the world, the small part of it in which she dwells. The man has been doing his laundry like this for many years, yet he is slightly uncomfortable in the woman's presence. Alternately, he wants her to see that he does his own laundry and does it properly. Yet he is afraid that he's doing something wrong and will be judged by her. This is a woman's place, or so it feels to him. He has to always think about what he's doing. Did he remember to bring the soap or the bleach? He often forgets something. He sometimes feels foolish in this place and doesn't know why. They do not talk. Their eyes barely meet. They fold their underwear. They finish, nod to the other and each leaves in turn. For those of us who've lived where the wash is done outside on rocks at a river or a pump or spigot, the most obvious thing is that no one is ever there alone. I have never seen just one person at a wash site, no matter how early I go. The women arrive in bunches and with bunches of children. Here the local news is aired out along with the laundry. They tell and listen to stories. The kids play. They laugh and shout and splash in the water. The older girls help their mothers and covertly thrust newly developing parts of their bodies to the sun as older boys pass by on foot or bicycle. And they giggle and blush and laugh at each other. The generations work and mix easily. They hold the world together, connect it with the past, and give it spice in the public washing places. In the laundromat, too, you can sometimes see kids. They are toddlers, or slightly older. They love to run around the laundromat. They shout and chase each other. The mothers read about the three-headed boy and let their children play. It's a respite for the mothers. Sometimes they talk to each other about the three-headed boy and say "Sometimes, one head's too many." They laugh and think simultaneously in gladness or complaint about the unmentioned "other head." They do not share much local news. Instead they may talk about celebrities or their daughter's weddings. College town laundromats sometimes spark romance. The boy knows he's got a future when the girl he meets there and likes to talk with looks at his pile of laundry and says, "That's so little. Why don't you throw them in with mine?" And his underwear joins her bras and panties in the suds. Later, they will stand at the table next to each other. They will fold their clothes together and talk easily. Sometimes their hands will touch. She holds up one of his grey tee shirts and laughs, "Don't you separate your wash? Of do you just throw everything in together?" Other times she would think, "Clueless jerk." Now she thinks it's cute in that helpless-male sort of way. He blushes, embarrassed, and either shrugs his shoulder with that "cute-helpless-male" smile, or goes on the offense with bluster: "What difference does it make? Clean is clean, ain't it?" Elderly single men and single women plan their time at the laundromat carefully. They don't want to be there when the kids are running around. It makes them anxious and uncomfortable. They wish the mothers would control their kids better. They work with methodical precision, do one load only, counting every quarter. They say hardly a word. At night all the adjacent stores are closed, locked, and dark. The street or strip mall is empty as darkness settles and covers everything with blue then black softness. But, suddenly you see the laundromat: it looks like a space ship just landed--all lights blazing in the darkness, rows upon rows of glass windowed cubicles and metal boxes. What is inside those round-windowed machines? The advance scouts of an alien civilization? Human space travelers in cryogenic sleep waiting a thousand light years to awake and re-populate? Even when vacant, the laundromat pours light out its windows; it hums and vibrates, as if the people who use it are episodic and impermanent, while the machines remain forever. Edward Hopper's Night Hawks. Without the people.

Laundromat City

Concord Morning. The Assabet : Early December morning on the bank of the Assabet River in Concord, MA

Concord Morning. The Assabet

Ocean Dreams : North Atlantic Forms and Visions, Ocean City, NJ, December 2006

Ocean Dreams

Memories: Dreams or Reflections? : I was a little boy when I came back to America from living abroad. To get to our new home in Chicago we had to take a long train trip across the breadth of this land. I was gripped and enchanted by the Midwest prairies and farms: So spread out. So lonely and small against the vast open land and limitless sky. A half century later what are the images I've retained from that unending train trip-- reflections on memory or dreams I've made up?

Memories: Dreams or Reflections?

GongMin 500 Mile Walk: Freedom for China : Rally for Beginning of walk from Boston to Washington, DC by Chinese Human Rights Advocate, Dr. Yang Jianli, 4 May 2008, Photos by Christoper Potter

GongMin 500 Mile Walk: Freedom for China

Rally for Beginning of walk from Boston to Washington, DC by Chinese ...

Updated: May 04, 2008 10:45pm PST

Delmonte 50th Anniversary : Celebrating the Delmonte's 50th Wedding Anniversary

Delmonte 50th Anniversary

Horvath-Greene Family :

Horvath-Greene Family

Lenard-Gerberding Wed :

Lenard-Gerberding Wed

Updated: Nov 05, 2008 8:13pm PST

Veterans Day Lexington, Massachusetts : November 11, 2008, Veterans Day in Lexington, Massachusetts. From 1776 until today knowing the price of liberty and human rights and honoring those who served under arms to secure them. This gallery is dedicated to all who have lived and died in the cause of freedom, especially one Marine and Air Force Veteran, Richard D. Schultz of Seattle, Washington, my father.

Veterans Day Lexington, Massachusetts

November 11, 2008, Veterans Day in Lexington, Massachusetts. From 1776 ...

Updated: Nov 19, 2008 12:41pm PST

Your Bio

Gordon Schultz (Jack) has recently returned to the arts that he reluctantly abandoned in the late 60's to engage more prosaicly in the issues of war and peace and civil and human rights.

Now as a poet and writer of fiction he has completed his return to the arts by exploring the enigmatic power of vision and memory through photography.

He believes that life-changing truth comes into the world primarily through faith and imagination, reason's other work--it's left hand, so-to-speak, and is approached only secondarily through reason's main work of syllogism and proofs.

The albums on this site contain some of his recent work and include portraits and event for clients.

Please return as he gradually moves more of his work to this site.
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