Monday’s Photography Inspiration – Eudora Welty

“I learned quickly enough when to click the shutter, but what I was becoming aware of more slowly was a story – writer’s truth: The thing to wait on, to reach for, is the moment in which people reveal themselves…” – Eudora Welty

Eudora Welty was an American photographer born in 1909 in Jackson, Mississippi. From her father she inherited a “love for all instruments that instruct and fascinate,” from her mother a passion for reading and for language. With her brothers, Edward Jefferson Welty and Walter Andrews Welty, she shared bonds of devotion, camaraderie, and humour.

Nourished by such a background, Welty became perhaps the most distinguished graduate of the Jackson Public School system. Her collegiate years were spent first at the Mississippi State College for Women in Columbus and then at the University of Wisconsin, where she received her bachelor’s degree. From Wisconsin, Welty went on to graduate study at the Columbia University School of Business.

The pictures, made in Mississippi in the early to mid-1930s, show the rural poor and convey the want and worry of the Great Depression. But more than that, they show the photographer’s wide-ranging curiosity and unstinting empathy—which would mark her work as a writer, too. Appropriately, another exhibition of Welty’s photographs, which opened last fall at the Museum of the City of New York and travels to Jackson, Mississippi, this month, inaugurated a yearlong celebration of the writer’s birth, April 13, 1909.

“While I was very well positioned for taking these pictures, I was rather oddly equipped for doing it,” she would later write. “I came from a stable, sheltered, relatively happy home that by the time of the Depression and the early death of my father (which happened to us in the same year) had become comfortably enough off by small-town Southern standards.”

Her father died of leukemia in 1931, at age 52. And while the comfort of the Welty home did not entirely unravel—as an insurance executive in Jackson, Christian Welty had known about anticipating calamities—Eudora was already moving beyond the confines of her family environment.

She had graduated from the University of Wisconsin and studied business for a year at Columbia University. Her parents, who entertained her stated ambition of becoming a writer, insisted that she pursue the proverbial something to fall back on. She returned to Jackson after her father’s diagnosis, and after he died, she remained there with her mother, writing short stories and casting about for work.

For the next five years, Welty took a series of part-time jobs, producing a newsletter at a local radio station; writing for the Jackson State Tribune; sending society notes to the Memphis Commercial Appeal; and taking pictures for the Jackson Junior Auxiliary. She had used a camera since adolescence—her father, an avid snapshot man, helped establish Jackson’s first camera store—but now she began taking photography more seriously, especially as she traveled outside Jackson. In 1934, she applied to study at the New School for Social Research in New York City with photographer Berenice Abbott, who was documenting landmarks disappearing in the city’s rush toward modernity. Welty’s application was turned down.

It hardly mattered. Through the early ’30s, Welty gathered a body of work remarkable for the photographer’s choice of subjects and her ability to put them—or keep them—at ease. That is especially noteworthy given that many of her subjects were African-Americans. In a way, those two decades before the civil rights movement began, these photographs of black people gave an insight into a personality who saw the humanity of people before they were officially being recognised.

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Welty, for her part, would acknowledge that she moved through the scene openly and yet invisibly because she was part of it, born into it, taken it for granted but laid claim only to a personal agenda. In a 1989 interview, she said “I was taking photographs of human beings because they were real life and they were there in front of me and that was the reality.” I was the recorder of it. I wasn’t trying to exhort the public”

In early 1936, Welty took one of her occasional trips to New York City. This time she brought some photographs in the hope of selling them. In a decision biographer Suzanne Marrs describes as spontaneous, Welty dropped in at the Photographic Galleries run by Lugene Opticians Inc. and was given a two-week show. That show has been recreated for the centennial exhibit and supplemented with pictures she made in New York.

That March, however, Welty received word that a small magazine called Manuscript would publish two short stories she had submitted. “I didn’t care a hoot that they couldn’t, they didn’t pay me anything,” she would recall. “If they had paid me a million dollars it wouldn’t have made any difference. I wanted acceptance and publication.”

Tomato-packers’ recess, Copiah County, Miss. 1936.
Farmers in town, Crystal Springs, Miss. 1930s.

That acceptance foretold the end of her photographic career. Welty used her camera for several years more but invested her creative energies in her writing. Most importantly, she felt that she had already said what she had to say.

In her memoir, One Writer’s Beginnings, published in 1984, Welty paid respects to photography by noting: “I learned in the doing how ready I had to be. Life doesn’t hold still. A good snapshot stopped a moment from running away. Photography taught me that to be able to capture transience, by being ready to click the shutter at the crucial moment, was the greatest need I had. Making pictures of people in all sorts of situations, I learned that every feeling waits upon its gesture; and I had to be prepared to recognise this moment when I saw it.

She added: “These were things a story writer needed to know. And I felt the need to hold transient life in words—there’s so much more of life that only words can convey— strongly enough to last me as long as I lived.”

Welty died on July 23, 2001, at the age of 92. Her literary legacy, not only her stories but her novels, essays and reviews traces the full arc of a writer’s imagination. But the pictures bring us back to the time and the place it all began.

More of her work can be found b clicking on the website here.


One Comment Add yours

  1. I have no idea she was also a photographer. I love your Monday posts. To give you some idea of the inadequacy of my literacy, the first time I became aware of her was in the 90s when I researched the name of the email application I was using at the time.

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