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| Frederick Sommer Max Ernst 1946 gelatin silver print Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
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| Louise Dahl-Wolfe Nude with Hat Shadows 1946 gelatin silver print Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
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| George Platt Lynes Katherine Anne Porter and George Platt Lynes ca. 1946 gelatin silver print Princeton University Art Museum |
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| Max Yavno Street Talk 1946 gelatin silver print Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
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| Max Yavno Two Women 1946 gelatin silver print Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
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| Max Yavno Aaron Siskind, Old Yuma Jail 1947 gelatin silver print Princeton University Art Museum |
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| Todd Webb Internal Revenue Building, Lower Manhattan 1946 gelatin silver print Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri |
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| Todd Webb 7th Avenue at 23rd Street, New York 1946 gelatin silver print Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri |
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| Minor White Pirkle Jones, San Francisco 1947 gelatin silver print Princeton University Art Museum |
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| Pirkle Jones Untitled 1947 gelatin silver print Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri |
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| W. Eugene Smith Untitled (series, Recording Artists) ca. 1947 gelatin silver print Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
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| Laura Gilpin The Rio Grande yields its Surplus to the Sea 1947 gelatin silver print Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
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| Brassaï Aristide Maillol 1948 gelatin silver print Minneapolis Institute of Art |
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| Allen Downs Buffalo Harbor 1948 gelatin silver print Minneapolis Institute of Art |
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| Frank J. Heller Light Triangle ca. 1948 gelatin silver print Minneapolis Institute of Art |
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| Weegee Woman signing Autographs in Car ca. 1948 gelatin silver print Victoria & Albert Museum, London |
Metamorphosis
Haunched like a faun, he hooed
from grove of moon-glint and fen-frost
until all owls in the twigged forest
flapped black to look and brood
on the call this man made.
No sound but a drunken coot
lurching home along river bank;
stars hung water-sunk, so a rank
of double star-eyes lit
boughs where those owls sat.
An arena of yellow eyes
watched the changing shape he cut,
saw hoof harden from foot, saw sprout
goat-horns; marked how god rose
and galloped woodward in that guise.
– Sylvia Plath (1957)