Dorothea Lange: 'Daring To Look' "No country has ever closely scrutinized itself visually," the legendary photographer once said. A new book documents hundreds of the Depression-era images she took and the descriptions she wrote of them.

Dorothea Lange: 'Daring To Look'

Dorothea Lange: 'Daring To Look'

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Dorothea Lange's "Migrant Mother," taken in 1936 in Nipomo, Calif., is one of the most reproduced photographs in history. Dorothea Lange hide caption

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Dorothea Lange

Dorothea Lange's "Migrant Mother," taken in 1936 in Nipomo, Calif., is one of the most reproduced photographs in history.

Dorothea Lange

Lange's "Migratory Children Living in 'Rambler's Park'" was taken in 1939, in Yakima Valley, Wash. Dorothea Lange hide caption

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Dorothea Lange

Lange's "Migratory Children Living in 'Rambler's Park'" was taken in 1939, in Yakima Valley, Wash.

Dorothea Lange

There's a black-and-white photograph that is one of the most enduring images of the Great Depression. Titled "Migrant Mother," it shows a poor farmworker. Her hand touches her face in worry, and two ragged children cling to her shoulders. A baby is wrapped in cloth in the mother's lap.

The image of Florence Owens Thompson and her children taken in 1936 in Nipomo, Calif., is one of the most reproduced photographs in history. The photographer behind this iconic work was Dorothea Lange.

"Migrant Mother" anchors a new book about Lange's Depression-era chronicles. Daring to Look: Dorothea Lange's Photographs and Reports from the Field, written by MIT professor Anne Whiston Spirn, documents hundreds of Lange's photos and the descriptions she wrote of them.

Lange was part of the legendary stable of photographers at the Farm Security Administration during the New Deal. They were sent out to document conditions nationwide and help build public support for government improvement programs. As the 1930s wore on, Lange documented those programs that succeeded — and those that didn't.

And, as Spirn tells NPR's Andrea Seabrook, "She set the standard."

The book zooms in on a single year, 1939, when Lange was at her most productive — and her most feisty. She took thousands of photos that year and wrote simple but eloquent text blocks she called "field reports." But she was fired after a series of conflicts with the FSA's photo chief, Roy Stryker.

Lange died of cancer in 1965. The book's title was inspired by a comment she made late in her career: "No country has ever closely scrutinized itself visually. ... I know what we could make of it if people only thought we could dare look at ourselves."

Excerpt: 'Daring to Look: Dorothea Lange's Photographs and Reports from the Field'

'Daring to Look: Dorothea Lange’s Photographs and Reports from the Field'

Figure 5. White Angel Breadline. San Francisco, California. 1933. hide caption

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Figure 6a. "Migration of Drought Refugees to California." April 1935. hide caption

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Figure 7a. "First Rural Rehabilitation Colonists, Northern Minnesota to Matanuska, Alaska." First page. May 1935. hide caption

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Figure 8. Dorothea Lange photographing at a migrant camp. 1937. Rondale Partridge. hide caption

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Figure 10. Dorothea Lange, Resettlement Administration photographer. February 1936. hide caption

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Pages 15-26

"I went home that day a discoverer, a real social observer"

Who was, who is, Dorothea Lange? Lange was forty years old when she made the photograph "Migrant Mother." She had recently reinvented herself professionally. She had been a portrait photographer in San Francisco, her clients from wealthy families, the direct opposite of the "people in trouble" whose photographs were to make her famous. Not until she was thirty-seven, in 1933, did she take her camera down from her upstairs studio on Montgomery Street into the gritty city, where the Depression was "beginning to cut very deep." And on that first day, she made a photograph that was to become one of her most celebrated, "White Angel Breadline." (Her print of that photograph sold in 2005 for $822,400 at Sotheby's in New York, at the time a match for the highest price ever paid at auction for a twentieth-century photograph.)

When Lange made "White Angel Breadline," she was the mother of two small sons and the principal breadwinner for her family, living apart from her husband, Maynard Dixon, painter of the American West and a well-known figure in San Francisco's art colony. Her friends were artists and photographers, among them, Imogen Cunningham, Edward Weston, and Ansel Adams. She had come to California in 1918, after one year at a teacher's college and a series of apprenticeships in New York with portrait photographers. As World War I reached its climax, she embarked on a trip around the world but ran out of funds and got no farther than San Francisco, where she opened a portrait studio and, in 1920, married Dixon. When, soon after, Dixon quit his job as a billboard artist to devote himself to painting, he took long trips to the Southwest, usually leaving his wife behind in San Francisco. Lange had been left behind before: her father, a lawyer, had abandoned his wife and children during the Depression of 1907; her mother, a librarian left alone to raise their two children, moved back into her own mother's house in Hoboken, New Jersey.

When exactly, and why, did Lange decide to photograph "people in trouble"? Her own accounts vary, though all entail a struggle to redefine her professional identity. In an interview during the 1960s, she tells of watching from the upstairs window of her studio as the unemployed drifted past in 1933, and of deciding to take her camera to the street. But, in an account from the 1950s, she reports that the decisive moment occurred earlier, in a clap of "thunder bursting and...wind whistling" in the summer of 1929, as if foreshadowing the stock market crash a few months later. She decided then to "concentrate upon people, only people. All kinds of people, people who paid me and people who didn't." Whether or not the conversion was really so melodramatic, Lange's transformation from portrait photographer of the urbane wealthy to "field investigator, photographer" (the title of her first job with the federal government in 1935), was life-changing.

As Lange went down to the streets of San Francisco in 1933, Franklin Delano Roosevelt was launching the New Deal to address the national economic emergency. Urgency, fear, and hope were in the air. In his first Hundred Days, FDR issued executive orders establishing a host of programs and agencies to provide relief and create jobs for the poor and the unemployed. Lange, on San Francisco's skid row, was photographing men sleeping on sidewalks, leaning against storefronts; one man sat slumped, head bowed, next to an overturned wheelbarrow. In 1934, Lange and Dixon, though living apart, were portraying similar scenes, Dixon's paintings of a man sitting on a curb and men leaning against buildings echoing Lange's photographs. Or perhaps her work echoes his, framing views from the same low perspective. Probably the influence was mutual.

Before the San Francisco general strike broke out, on July 16, 1934, Lange had already photographed demonstrations: men with fists raised, mouths open, shouting. When the strike erupted among longshoremen, she entered the crowds to make portraits of participants and spectators: men gripping placards; a policeman in the street, with gleaming badge and buttons; a crowd of men in fedoras and overcoats, shirts and ties. When she put up on the walls of her studio prints of the demonstrations, the general strike, and the unemployed men on San Francisco's streets, her privileged clients asked, "But what are you going to do with it?" She did not yet know and could not answer.

That summer, Willard Van Dyke exhibited Lange's street photographs at his gallery in Oakland. Paul Taylor, who was teaching economics at Berkeley and saw the exhibit, phoned to ask whether he might use a photograph for Survey Graphic, a leading social science journal of the day. Lange said yes, and her photograph of a man shouting into a microphone appeared with an article by Taylor and Norman Gold. Taylor, who had known the Survey Graphic editor, Paul Kellogg, for many years, had written for the journal previously, including an article on migrant workers from Mexico with photographs by himself and by Ansel Adams. "My method in the field is to observe, then select," he said later. "By the time you statisticians know the numbers, what I'm trying to tell you about in advance will be history, and you'll be too late." When the California Emergency Relief Administration (SERA) appointed Taylor as field director for rural rehabilitation and charged him to assess the situation of agricultural laborers, Taylor decided that "words alone could not convey the conditions"; he must show "what the real conditions were like," and to accomplish this he hired a photographer—Dorothea Lange. Ten months later, they were married.

In January 1935, Lange, on her first trip for the new job, accompanied Taylor to California's Imperial Valley to observe and report on farm laborers living in hovels made of cartons, branches, and scraps of wood and cloth, with primitive privies, no waste disposal, no potable water. Lange began to write as well, impressed by the "life histories" a young Mexican woman on Taylor's team of researchers was bringing back, and from then on she asked questions or listened and wrote down what people said about the hardships they faced ("Pretty hard on us now / Water standing on the quilts when we got up this mornin'"), what they earned ("15 a hamper"), where they came from ("Born...raised in the state of Texas—farmed all my natural life"). Thirty years later, the excitement of that early fieldwork was still fresh for Lange, particularly the memory of the rainy afternoon when she met the first Dust Bowl migrants. "We've been blown out," they told her. "That was the beginning of the first day of the landslide that cut this continent," she recalled. "I went home that day a discoverer, a real social observer."

Lange's photographs and her field notes provided the raw material for a new sort of government report: essays comprising photographs with handwritten captions, many with quotations from the people she photographed. For that first assignment, she combined, in a spiral-bound document, Taylor's longer texts (including statistics) with her own hybrid essays, and maps drawn by Maynard Dixon. That first report by Lange and Taylor, "Establishment of Rural Rehabilitation Camps for Migrants in California," requesting federal funds to build twenty to thirty camps with "decent housing," could not have been more effective. At the meeting of the SERA commissioners, Taylor's boss (who had been skeptical about hiring a photographer) pulled out Lange's sheets of captioned photographs and passed them around the table, whereupon the members voted to fund the camps. Later, though, someone challenged the state commission's authority to allocate federal money, for the camps were controversial. After the general strike of 1934, conflicts between growers and workers became increasingly violent, growers fearing that workers in government camps would organize and labor organizers fearing that the camps would stifle such collective action. Not until a federal official went out into the field with Taylor and Lange to observe living conditions firsthand were funds allocated to construct two camps, the first federally funded housing in the United States, Taylor said. Taylor has been called the father of the migratory camp program in California. If he was the father, then Lange was the mother.

Taylor and Lange's first report described the situation faced both by Mexican and Filipino farm workers and their children and by "white Americans." "On these workers the crops of California depend," reads the first caption. "All races serve the crops in California," says another. Lange produced at least three other reports that spring of 1935, one more with Taylor and two on her own. By April, she was photographing "drought refugees" from Texas, Oklahoma, and Arkansas. The photographic essay she composed later that month was more than a collection of photographs (figure 6). It was a story, beginning at the bridge from Yuma, Arizona, the gateway to California, introducing the migrant families and their "worldly goods," relating their histories and hopes, describing their sense of disorientation. "I'm havin' trouble with my bearins," a man from Arkansas told Lange. "Where is Tranquility, California?" asked a pregnant mother from Oklahoma. "First Rural Rehabilitation Colonists, Northern Minnesota to Matanuska Valley, Alaska," Lange's story of resettled farmers en route to Alaska in eleven pages of deftly-sequenced photographs and no captions is an artist's book. From the first pairs (a young father, mother, and baby on a train; empty train tracks stretching into the distance) to the last pair (a woman leaning on the ship's rail, looking out; the steamship sailing off), Lange captures hope, apprehension, regret—the mixed emotions of resettlement (figure 7). With these "books," Lange had moved from studio portraitist and street photographer to investigator and storyteller.

Two years into FDR's first term, the nation's capital was on fire with new executive orders and new legislation. The Works Progress Administration was creating jobs for unemployed workers, from laborers to artists. Roosevelt had signed the Social Security Act to provide pensions and unemployment insurance, a sea change in American society. Agencies created two years before were now being revised, moved, and reformed under new names within new structures, their staffs reshuffled and expanded. One of these was the Resettlement Administration, consolidating several existing programs, including a low-interest loan program to help poor farmers buy land. Among those recruited to go to Washington, D.C., to staff the new Resettlement Administration was Lewis Hewes, who had authorized Lange's original appointment to work with Taylor. Hewes took along to Washington copies of Lange's and Taylor's reports to show to his new boss, Rexford Tugwell, and also to Secretary of Agriculture Henry A. Wallace, Secretary of the Interior Harold Ickes, and Eleanor Roosevelt. Lange's photographs had a "powerful effect" in Washington, Hewes told one of Lange's biographers: "She was about the most important thing in the whole show." He arranged for her to be hired as "field investigator, photographer" in the agency's Information Division, based in California and with responsibility for five states. Two years from the time Dorothea Lange stepped down from her studio in San Francisco to take her camera into the streets, she was ready to photograph the New Deal. She knew what she wanted to do, and what she would do for the rest of her life.

"We unearthed and discovered what had been... neglected, or not known"

"Open yourself as wide as you a piece of unexposed, sensitized material," like film itself. That was Lange's way of working. "It is often very interesting," Lange noted in the early 1960s, "to find out later how right your instincts were, if you followed all the influences that were brought to bear on you while you were working in a region....It did happen more than once that we unearthed and discovered what had been either neglected, or not known, in various parts of the country, things that no one else seemed to have observed in particular, yet things that were too important not to make a point of." Lange would prepare for a trip to a new area by consulting knowledgeable peers and "looking up data," believing that "it is not enough to photograph the obviously picturesque." She did not delve deeply into books before a trip, instead reading in the field or after returning, to make sense of what she had seen and to put the photographs in context. "To know ahead of time what you're looking for means you're then only photographing your own preconceptions, which is very limiting, and often false." Too much reading in advance prejudiced the eye.

"Ron, go slow, slow!" Lange would urge her driver and assistant, Rondal Partridge. "And her eye would go from one side to another," he remembered, "taking in everything, every little thing, and when we saw something—a broken car, a camp of migrants, a farm machine, a boss—she would stop and ask questions. 'I'm from the government. What's going on here?'" "This tells the whole story," Partridge told me, pointing to his photograph of Lange in a migrant camp during the late 1930s (figure 8). "With the Rolleiflex around her neck, she would set up another camera on a tripod. The camera on the tripod was a come-on. The kids would gather round and ask for their picture to be taken. Then they would run to tell their parents, and she would follow. That's how she met the adults."...In Partridge's photograph, Lange is surrounded by children; one tall boy, shoulders thrown back, smiles into the lens. Lange looks down through the viewfinder of her Graflex, the lens at the level of his chest. It was her practice to point her camera up toward the faces, not to look down on them; that perspective made her subjects seem monumental. It was also a consequence of her own short stature and of her choice of cameras, some of which required her to look down through a viewer rather than straight ahead. To get an overview of a camp or a field, Lange would climb up onto the roof of her car (figure 10).

On assignment for the FSA, Lange usually photographed every day, from early morning into the evening. At night, she wrote letters and prepared for the next day's work: "Have just finished loading and unloading the films. It's late, I'm tired. Had a good day today but I'm done up—and there are all those notes and explanations, essays on the social scene in California is what they should be—still to be done." To supplement her notes, Lange clipped stories from local newspapers and gathered research reports, pamphlets, and memos written by local FSA staff. Although she sometimes stayed in one place for several days, she often had to travel several hundred miles in a day. If an assistant was along, they might travel all night, taking turns driving and sleeping, or sleeping in a single room in an auto court, like those in California's Central Valley between U.S. 99 and the railroad tracks, where the roar of trucks and the clanking of trains resounded throughout the night. "[It] was hard, hard living," Lange recalled, "...not too far away from the people we were working with."

Open herself, Lange found it easy to get people to open up to her. She would ask for directions as a way into a real conversation. She might speak to someone standing at the opening of a tent, on a doorstep, in a field, beside a car: Where had they come from? Where were they going? Who was living or traveling with them? How were they managing? What were their plans? There was no emotional distance between Lange and her subjects. Ben Shahn, in contrast, sometimes used an angle-finder on his lens so that people did not know he was photographing them. It is hard to imagine Lange's employing such a technique. "I never steal a photograph," she told Partridge. "Never. All photographs are made in collaboration, as part of their thinking as well as mine." She wanted rapport with those she photographed, and she sensed when she had it; she considered her subjects complicit in the creation of their own portraits. Many of the individuals she photographed are shown speaking to her or pausing to reflect, their expressions revealing. She usually took more than one photograph of each person; in one an expression may be grave, in another a smile flashes.

Lange was patient:

Often it's just sticking around and being there, remaining there, not swooping in and swooping out in a cloud of dust; sitting down on the ground with people, letting the children look at your camera with their dirty, grimy, little hands, and putting their fingers on the lens, and you let them, because you know that if you will behave in a generous manner, you're very apt to receive it....I have asked for a drink of water and taken a long time to drink it, and I have told everything about myself long before I asked any question. "What are you doing here?" they'd say. "Why with your camera? What do you want to take pictures of us for? Why don't you go down and do this, that, and the other?" I've taken a long time, patiently, to explain, and as truthfully as I could.

Lange listened to the people she photographed and tried hard to remember their exact words until she could write them down, "often with great excitement...just hoping that I could hold onto them until I got back to the car." "The words that come direct from the people are the greatest....If you substitute one out of your own vocabulary, it disappears before your eyes." "I'd turn around," Partridge recalled, "and there would be Dorothea, back in the car writing down what she had heard." In her looseleaf "daybook," small enough to fit in the palm of her hand, she recorded the location and date, remarks made by people she met, and statistics that described their lives (what they earned, how much they paid for food and rent, the number and ages of their children). Some of her notes are scrawled; others are written more carefully. Most are in her own handwriting, with its distinctive upright, rounded letters; some are in another hand (occasionally a stenographer from the local FSA office accompanied her). The comments Lange wrote are never critical or condescending, though some notes in others' handwriting are—"rather shiftless," wrote one note taker about a family. In all the many daybook pages I examined during my research, I found not a single denigrating comment by Lange about any person.

Lange turned others' hostility to advantage: "You go into a room and you know where you're welcome; you know where you're unwelcome....Sometimes in a hostile situation you stick around because hostility itself is important....The people who are garrulous and wear their heart on their sleeve and tell you everything, that's one kind of person, but the fellow who's hiding behind a tree and hoping you don't see him is the fellow that you'd better find out why."

When Paul Taylor accompanied Lange in the field, he too engaged people in conversation and took notes while she photographed; the two paused at intervals to confer and record what Lange had heard. "Her method of work," he recalled later, "was often to just saunter up to the people and look around, and then when she saw something that she wanted to photograph, to quietly take her camera, look at it and if she saw that they objected, why she would close it up and not take a photograph, or perhaps she would wait until...they were used to her....Then she would take the photograph, sometimes talking with them, sometimes not....My purpose was just to make it a natural relationship, and take as much of their attention as I conveniently could, leaving her the maximum freedom to do what she wanted....But you can see on how many great occasions she didn't need my help." Entries in her daybooks for August 1939 in both Taylor's handwriting and hers reflect their easy, cooperative working relationship; they passed the daybook back and forth. "A good deal of the discipline that I needed in order to get hold of such an assignment—some of them had a very broad base—he gave me on those trips," said Lange. "I learned a good deal from Paul about being a social observer."

"I am writing captions until my fingers ache to say nothing of my head," Lange told Roy Stryker, her boss at the FSA, in 1937. "This is no small job....Am not sending it on to you in sections, as I had originally planned because I am making cross-references....It's not the individual captions that [take] the time but it's the arrangement and grouping. If this is not done I believe that half the value of fieldwork is lost." And two weeks later: "I am not yet through with this g-d-captioning job by any means although I'm working on it just as hard as I can. Sometimes it goes fast but sometimes I get stuck and have to go walk around the block or dig in the garden. I write 'tenant farmer' and 'Mississippi' in my sleep."

Lange began to formulate what became her general captions in the spring of 1939. Initially, they provided context and consolidated individual stories, but they came to be more than organizational—they were catalytic. "U.S. 99," her first general caption, describes the "arterial highway which serves the San Joaquin and Sacramento Valleys of California. Over it moves a stream of vehicles of commerce—oil tank trucks, loads of pipe for oil wells, groceries in bulk, household goods, freight of all kinds." After she conceived "U.S. 99," Lange began to focus more on the landscape of road and roadside: "the fields and labor houses of large growers, orchards of small and large farmers, ragged camps of squatters, fruit and vegetable markets, hot dog and cold drink stands, auto camps, gas stations, billboards, and stringy towns." By the end of the summer, she was formulating her general captions in the field, and this guided her picture and note taking. Although Lange did not invent the idea of the general caption—Ben Shahn, the previous summer, had grouped his photographs of rural Ohio thematically, under "general captions"— by the end of 1939, she had set the standard.

Excerpted from 'Daring to Look: Dorothea Lange's Photographs and Reports from the Field' by Anne Whiston Spirn, published by the University of Chicago Press. ©2008 by The University of Chicago.