Scurrying Home Possibly 1894 - 1934

Alfred Stieglitz’s photograph "Scurrying Home" captures a moment, a feeling, a sense of place. It’s small, about the size of your hand. I imagine Stieglitz out there on the beach, the wind whipping, the sand cold and damp underfoot. He sees these women, their dark forms against the pale sky, and he has to capture it. It’s not just a picture of two people walking; it’s about the weight of life, the urgency of finding shelter. The marks in the sand, like gestural brushstrokes, lead our eyes forward, pulling us into the scene. I bet he was thinking about how to make photography feel like painting, how to imbue it with the same kind of emotional depth and human touch. He’s in conversation with painters, even though he's using a camera. Every artist is in conversation with someone else, riffing off their ideas, pushing them further. "Scurrying Home" isn’t just a photograph; it’s a poem, a feeling, a question.