
LEGENDARY PHOTOGRAPHER Ruth Bernhard, who lived up a narrow stair in a Victorian flat on Clay Street from 1953 until she died in December 2006 at age 101, was released to βfly with the angelsβ β her term for death β at a memorial service March 31, 2007, at Calvary Presbyterian Church.
Bernhard was remembered by scores of friends, former students and admirers as far more than one of the greatest photographers of all time.
She was a magical person, βlike the Dalai Lama with a camera, spreading enlightenment,β said Los Angeles gallerist Peter Fetterman. He brought words of praise from director Steven Spielberg, who said he and his wife have Bernhardβs photographs in their bedroom, βso we sleep with her every night.β
Noted photographer Michael Kenna, one of Bernhardβs proteges, recalled working with her in the darkroom just off her kitchen, where they would sometimes stop to search for sustenance and drink plum wine and strong coffee. βThen, slightly intoxicated, jittery from caffeine, weβd go into the darkroom to make magic,β he said.
Joining her photographic family at the memorial was her brother, Alexander, who came from London. βRuth was very, very happy to live in San Francisco and loved this place,β he said.
A friend remembered having sushi with her on Fillmore β βshe favored Ten-Ichiβ β and discussing other great photographers, including Berneice Abbott, who also lived long. βSheβs too mean to die,β he recalled Bernhard saying.
No one felt that way about Ruth Bernhard. Many said she had opened their eyes and changed their lives.
βShe may have lived long,β said another friend, βbut she died young.β