tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25965711617029096562024-03-19T04:03:10.811-07:00the thing itselfwriting about photographs in less than a thousand wordseman59http://www.blogger.com/profile/12086215573993124725noreply@blogger.comBlogger130125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596571161702909656.post-79609179165414753892010-10-31T19:01:00.000-07:002010-11-01T23:41:05.696-07:00Sorting through pictures of a life well lived<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDBM7YC77mgZVte_cdcutIqLCtncW7fJrrD8LRzrdRtejAqGrknvESPSgvh-RsiLyhBkcOUeHHmI5_COaDOLwfGb68M3tGrS-LbNiR8tQwNHxdlP1_7u6ZODxS0x4LORMuaLJDwszUvFe7/s1600/Picture+027+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDBM7YC77mgZVte_cdcutIqLCtncW7fJrrD8LRzrdRtejAqGrknvESPSgvh-RsiLyhBkcOUeHHmI5_COaDOLwfGb68M3tGrS-LbNiR8tQwNHxdlP1_7u6ZODxS0x4LORMuaLJDwszUvFe7/s400/Picture+027+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534395763372324482" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >"Sorting Mommy's Pictures," </span><span style="font-size:85%;">October 2010, Oakland.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3r9hSKVVq-cC2IizoornA7o_9TlNyz-7zKC6ZBGcOomyiDoLHvRbA2nGrhpKNvje-c7PNFKB2LsWjyKamZAja1_UVyoW-Je9DTGogyf5wYH4NH1vihGKKsfJAjjuI8FsF3BcoKfr2lOp1/s1600/Picture+026+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3r9hSKVVq-cC2IizoornA7o_9TlNyz-7zKC6ZBGcOomyiDoLHvRbA2nGrhpKNvje-c7PNFKB2LsWjyKamZAja1_UVyoW-Je9DTGogyf5wYH4NH1vihGKKsfJAjjuI8FsF3BcoKfr2lOp1/s200/Picture+026+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534396687468282418" border="0" /></a>My mother-in-law passed away last Sunday; she was 90 years old. Hers was a life well-lived: as a school teacher, as a military colonel's wife, as a mother to a military general and seven other children, as grandmother and nurturer to 22 grandchildren and six great grandchildren, as a widow who came into her own fierce independence during the last 25 years.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuJa8Ib62kWP3SwBSJS3ZZ4ESrM4xvXyaKuSqviC0dcUk8XAHZaO_zBxguhc4WJcsPphK16bSqB0FOB14X_22x6jAItQnCR1aOzF_Hl_6gww10PZtpDHjn5z-ThyqbVA6IexQTGdZYdNlk/s1600/305309332_1a6e550549_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuJa8Ib62kWP3SwBSJS3ZZ4ESrM4xvXyaKuSqviC0dcUk8XAHZaO_zBxguhc4WJcsPphK16bSqB0FOB14X_22x6jAItQnCR1aOzF_Hl_6gww10PZtpDHjn5z-ThyqbVA6IexQTGdZYdNlk/s200/305309332_1a6e550549_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534400836148800658" border="0" /></a>She was a giver through the very last. In her senile stage she would awake in the middle of the night to cook for absent loved ones who peopled her new reality. She will be interred next week, but her true resting place will be in the hearts of those among us who were edified by her goodness. Her goodness will endure, and as my wife and her siblings went through the process of collecting her things, so will her pictures, a cache of them. Images that spanned decades of people she cared for, places she saw. Her husband dancing the tango, her son in his military finery looking fierce during his academy years, countless images of loved ones dining and drinking (Filipinos love to eat), pictures of babies who have grown up to become men and women, and pictures of their own babies.<br /><br />Memories stored in boxes, old Kodak envelopes, and yellowing photo albums dog-eared and crinkled by repeated viewings. We will cling to these time-worn images to remind ourselves of who we were, and how we used to be when we were graced by the presence of this lovely, generous woman. Godspeed, mommy, we miss you already.eman59http://www.blogger.com/profile/12086215573993124725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596571161702909656.post-76122394441654579822010-05-15T14:34:00.000-07:002010-05-31T23:58:01.708-07:00Lawn game near Gaudi's Cathedral<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8pCBFV3n8sBCH_v3CxOoSvmg4Zx4By8e8p3CgpUbbJGW7L1Stx1KERidqknlHSYNyboPWtLAhYyJRgsjPn-B0Bxwm04ohgaETkmwWwjhnwZxuNC9kTovYvaSq1fw8EdpfgoDo5yPHv2cZ/s1600/Picture+449.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8pCBFV3n8sBCH_v3CxOoSvmg4Zx4By8e8p3CgpUbbJGW7L1Stx1KERidqknlHSYNyboPWtLAhYyJRgsjPn-B0Bxwm04ohgaETkmwWwjhnwZxuNC9kTovYvaSq1fw8EdpfgoDo5yPHv2cZ/s400/Picture+449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471613557058284706" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Untitled, </span>Barcelona, April 2010.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5y8n-YXJJjsRYosU_v09Gbdf5_T1KxW9y-6k3y1qDJzZ2gkqZCgEtfw6lT833ytf9GUthv-fMjJW5nLS4rw5O_dde_GRUmlFkR2BPE7iuTbce6wtF9ixafzCRYV6EeK2yuf0XlI71SqMA/s1600/Picture+439.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQya7p_TYZviEdcFU5uVRh87LrHv5XxM0XcmIcXbe81VO8SeEG_U9EeEEI6LNDEc1XC9QlvkKpfw_EtgQsehAj5ykIXYop0try57noilmUByMH4C0iS1_CRC_fv34fCrESPHcPbd1BUDT1/s200/Picture+469.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471615269621693906" border="0" /></a>If you break away from the tourist trail that surrounds <a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.sagradafamilia.cat/sf-eng/docs_instit/images.php">La Sagrada Familia</a>, Antoní Gaudi's unfinished cathedral in Barcelona, you will find a little park where locals come to play. As modest as the cathedral is grand, I found the park remarkable for one thing: the virtual absence of women. Here elderly men gather under the shade to play chess or on plots of sand to watch or compete in lawn games -- with nary a female in sight.<br /><br />This set of pictures shows a tournament in progress, complete with gold cups for prizes. I don't know the name of this lawn game. It seems like a variation of <span style="font-style: italic;">boule</span> or <span style="font-style: italic;">bocce, </span>but the players use discs instead of balls. Any ideas?eman59http://www.blogger.com/profile/12086215573993124725noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596571161702909656.post-42213068322183521732010-05-11T19:42:00.001-07:002010-05-12T01:37:47.343-07:00To market, to market!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoX_Wch0xKPnad-5SSpYrmtnp7889unQRlLhZUOc2G7KKYxTwqXMI_DpmAz5gVVi-BqD6PmALvKduFJk412XUy-41IPxYqkItCbEU0yhgpW7aS-EDy7lJ9fdt-Xr-Qcct6-0-pN4EX0yYX/s1600/Picture+539b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoX_Wch0xKPnad-5SSpYrmtnp7889unQRlLhZUOc2G7KKYxTwqXMI_DpmAz5gVVi-BqD6PmALvKduFJk412XUy-41IPxYqkItCbEU0yhgpW7aS-EDy7lJ9fdt-Xr-Qcct6-0-pN4EX0yYX/s400/Picture+539b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470209204635605554" border="0" /></a><br />Mercat de San Josep de la Boqueria, Barcelona, April 2010.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS_ZwOWzh1vVwP2fSYlw4_SWmwBHbfprYGwZ_ixodcdX_iFB5lKhE2ZhA9nf9ryb6eXk6RjU4Jz6E-57fBtOTen5ORIRkENtIQiV8Tmsoi1ZfDfm8Muigm2RrLnKK-zDdC8WwkFV3sXJ5t/s1600/Picture+204.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS_ZwOWzh1vVwP2fSYlw4_SWmwBHbfprYGwZ_ixodcdX_iFB5lKhE2ZhA9nf9ryb6eXk6RjU4Jz6E-57fBtOTen5ORIRkENtIQiV8Tmsoi1ZfDfm8Muigm2RrLnKK-zDdC8WwkFV3sXJ5t/s400/Picture+204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470226984895024322" border="0" /></a><br />Jamones y Chorizos, Barcelona, April 2010.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQiID5X9YJREisFkAJdFnUC9DVRxreYjh1n3bddds_JctFdNa5It-Ly8PSJohy28QsL7zcQ-qU-ckRCyBtjobW8QwfNfrXNUkLfQRBFDQBbyKJWH6eApCFJqNZ0gMSDXotWlssOqZ2FTPM/s1600/Picture+230.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQiID5X9YJREisFkAJdFnUC9DVRxreYjh1n3bddds_JctFdNa5It-Ly8PSJohy28QsL7zcQ-qU-ckRCyBtjobW8QwfNfrXNUkLfQRBFDQBbyKJWH6eApCFJqNZ0gMSDXotWlssOqZ2FTPM/s400/Picture+230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470210003242166674" border="0" /></a><br />Señorita de las Frutas, Barcelona, April 2010.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7tPT7Ahfv1vWXFdx9Yf6GOZa15Yefjk1zCNd2FxU1CuNXRRpK0IMy149_Uooql-WJjOlxo70VOaRtK3rkvemuAJoJHySiFwv_3XCFybR295UU4jZAv6MFqtT-KawNoANcDyiFm2DX6ZEE/s1600/Picture+599.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7tPT7Ahfv1vWXFdx9Yf6GOZa15Yefjk1zCNd2FxU1CuNXRRpK0IMy149_Uooql-WJjOlxo70VOaRtK3rkvemuAJoJHySiFwv_3XCFybR295UU4jZAv6MFqtT-KawNoANcDyiFm2DX6ZEE/s400/Picture+599.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470227338069473810" border="0" /></a><br />Fish Stand, Montparnasse, Paris, April 2010.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF6DgrB-t45dlHLXhKU8YcnxqsuhGJIXpYSJSqa274fz3r3OcwEGKIalpvMdf_wzbR9A_zKbRIg15o5aEPOG6eoAnrDn2zILViQJSFtSZhyk0wWOwIIoLgTvdGnyfEhtJ10WWOs5uLjqis/s1600/Picture+176.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF6DgrB-t45dlHLXhKU8YcnxqsuhGJIXpYSJSqa274fz3r3OcwEGKIalpvMdf_wzbR9A_zKbRIg15o5aEPOG6eoAnrDn2zILViQJSFtSZhyk0wWOwIIoLgTvdGnyfEhtJ10WWOs5uLjqis/s400/Picture+176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470244662219065298" border="0" /></a><br />Artisanal Marzipan, Florence, April 2010.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdgHOi6rK7V5Ag0sYjIvt_dhm_3Tt8zhCdAEhqX2mu_XQq7EWjs7pWEEhpSsrsMXq0c1AdRSWyebyQU6He_Mi6vjvbFlrtXDYnSkmvX23oH0NNaoGZIND5-6K3TCeXGW-Kq24KgC59Syho/s1600/Picture+602.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdgHOi6rK7V5Ag0sYjIvt_dhm_3Tt8zhCdAEhqX2mu_XQq7EWjs7pWEEhpSsrsMXq0c1AdRSWyebyQU6He_Mi6vjvbFlrtXDYnSkmvX23oH0NNaoGZIND5-6K3TCeXGW-Kq24KgC59Syho/s400/Picture+602.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470246911399111138" border="0" /></a><br />Seagull and Oysters, Paris, April 2010.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnc9GkQScAojAhXGdECyS52_Y2NuxC7MXVJZKmHOeUFZ6k4UW2XiRQUOmZSpJmWmDgLmcUN1lBD3RwtXpkWFyYDo90JphGOfSG51AWRmInieyoXxP-llN6-OG25pX0KW1xDkEWjk_9MQgw/s1600/Picture+585.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnc9GkQScAojAhXGdECyS52_Y2NuxC7MXVJZKmHOeUFZ6k4UW2XiRQUOmZSpJmWmDgLmcUN1lBD3RwtXpkWFyYDo90JphGOfSG51AWRmInieyoXxP-llN6-OG25pX0KW1xDkEWjk_9MQgw/s400/Picture+585.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470259190821128690" border="0" /></a><br />Farmer's Market, Montparnasse, Paris, April 2010.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBj0ncWlMJB1djGXR-O-8hG4dfUzEWeQrj7efH_5aw_07M_Q86IhzLMaHcEwYHxFOSMU9nBY2cFhiaWWfHGcvRGHy48JNiuDK7VS_U2UMpE4ZfrfYayz8RYDWGes1q1I53GLkER6T-UNbu/s1600/Picture+210.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBj0ncWlMJB1djGXR-O-8hG4dfUzEWeQrj7efH_5aw_07M_Q86IhzLMaHcEwYHxFOSMU9nBY2cFhiaWWfHGcvRGHy48JNiuDK7VS_U2UMpE4ZfrfYayz8RYDWGes1q1I53GLkER6T-UNbu/s400/Picture+210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470260810525924930" border="0" /></a><br />Marisc, Barcelona, April 2010.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoykXxD37yWy_3ZFF6NkgrnHGbwoU7BjhJFuTdfLv7W9BtpkmqH5ti04ejqbsjF8lZvxy4nKsVyEh4zVT29rQvLg0xvlnJimtYoSrljOWGxH5veiMhZZd2nzE00rJyHKBEYdNs785IbWKF/s1600/Picture+213.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoykXxD37yWy_3ZFF6NkgrnHGbwoU7BjhJFuTdfLv7W9BtpkmqH5ti04ejqbsjF8lZvxy4nKsVyEh4zVT29rQvLg0xvlnJimtYoSrljOWGxH5veiMhZZd2nzE00rJyHKBEYdNs785IbWKF/s400/Picture+213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470265370954508546" border="0" /></a><br />Turrónes, Barcelona, April 2010.eman59http://www.blogger.com/profile/12086215573993124725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596571161702909656.post-15286619078133714222010-05-09T22:18:00.001-07:002010-05-10T13:03:10.630-07:00Street mimes of Barcelona<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9IZZsCRYsXKUdM84IcVItIjS0CUGPjFEe4xrxSnoiyGB0Juiu_mvFmd9zfvrKEd5wg06YWibQfe4b6S1nSW2Bsw98S9ceSJd7OXq2EKjplaxgsIWQRau6EN-9ZA7vJ8h1jyFg_YxkfWJP/s1600/Picture+188.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9IZZsCRYsXKUdM84IcVItIjS0CUGPjFEe4xrxSnoiyGB0Juiu_mvFmd9zfvrKEd5wg06YWibQfe4b6S1nSW2Bsw98S9ceSJd7OXq2EKjplaxgsIWQRau6EN-9ZA7vJ8h1jyFg_YxkfWJP/s400/Picture+188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469507375758648162" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Mimes</span>, Ramblas, Barcelona, April 2010.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiErvB31e9AHPYVcHtVIbAFistKlQZon6wuvZdmjqR4k0N2nn5axVgMqeccWrrNolBOlmaUuGjdp2OGsQygLo-NlipylkxYPa4iyMXu2rUirFbVb5Sas-mPLdbLEqIQqVNj4XFKFfwYwq5y/s1600/Picture+191+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiErvB31e9AHPYVcHtVIbAFistKlQZon6wuvZdmjqR4k0N2nn5axVgMqeccWrrNolBOlmaUuGjdp2OGsQygLo-NlipylkxYPa4iyMXu2rUirFbVb5Sas-mPLdbLEqIQqVNj4XFKFfwYwq5y/s400/Picture+191+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469516495749830466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm45mZZlIPtIiGVYVVEaKGT5NtQudez5_nCCv8wQKPl6nAGzKGNNWQ9u5qx3gkDDjN4Ujd5Yhh6UQAKiBEQOgF2f6n19jUtVAh4PDsEu4XOdJoyE0bppC0c0aVJdi-Of-FzvdGjWd90Imf/s1600/Picture+167.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPgr1TbiyzFU34ESVGWz-kq-7I6rhFt0EWVHV4rarN11fOVkj3v34mN6f9Ezcwf9Zmq0VBKrfLZnN27La6t0BNTesp3-fxbGroTdAWuyJS7eKj2vXxoFvxrcNEctiSoDSE7uIBR-8r6X_t/s200/Picture+175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469539593554840594" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgftcLckkHTEzPHSUKp0r5XRHHvbuZSHBDEK4Lekpc-Rp-JxxMUTqFCWJnlRZ0Fbpx3NEip58LO93aSfM_UyEqBC3Q_V3QwlqjLL9V5777vawxjgyVv7s5Arg2Z2UPCKzwBMR9-4Z_i14bS/s1600/Picture+538.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgftcLckkHTEzPHSUKp0r5XRHHvbuZSHBDEK4Lekpc-Rp-JxxMUTqFCWJnlRZ0Fbpx3NEip58LO93aSfM_UyEqBC3Q_V3QwlqjLL9V5777vawxjgyVv7s5Arg2Z2UPCKzwBMR9-4Z_i14bS/s200/Picture+538.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469573687640099250" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9QIzUfqiE4Sk0NGw_osMOYyNLCtVjMzNakPIa98ITpsFk61PZCZ6kcnYe5vNeEeLa_zQgRACGoOA3xFdtJdiv4UwuRtJEuFPxztMAKw6plRwQxorG4AtU2egHiKxQ1xNyM_iZxsohtj30/s1600/Picture+247.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9QIzUfqiE4Sk0NGw_osMOYyNLCtVjMzNakPIa98ITpsFk61PZCZ6kcnYe5vNeEeLa_zQgRACGoOA3xFdtJdiv4UwuRtJEuFPxztMAKw6plRwQxorG4AtU2egHiKxQ1xNyM_iZxsohtj30/s200/Picture+247.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469543659299238194" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.barcelona-on-line.es/eng/turisme/bcn_rambla.htm">Las Ramblas</a> is a tree-lined promenade that is the beating heart of Barcelona. Stretching 1.2 kilometers long across several districts of the city, Las Ramblas at any given time is an ocean of people, both tourists and locals, that amble merrily in a space that is part market, part sidewalk cafe, and part carnival.<br /><br />The carnival spirit of the Ramblas comes courtesy of its street mimes, human statues of fantasy and whimsy that transform the promenade into a demented person's idea of a sculpture garden. The mimes hold their stillness with unblinking precision but come to life at the drop of a coin in carefully choreographed routines. A pair of demons that could have ascended from the world of <a href="http://www.hrgiger.com/frame.htm">H.R. Giger</a> unfold their metallic wings and snarl at the crowd. A golden Chinese emperor coils a snake around his glittering torso. An angel hands out heavenly favors. San Francisco has its share of street mimes in its tourist hubs, but few are as witty or as elaborately garbed as these Barcelona mimes. My favorite is the bronze cowboy, whose charisma and camera-ready poses would have easily made him a star in a John Ford movie.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzkpwUd-pm7idtMDft_nFRail2dbWG4O1HOK0uBT7ZCuiUWyUliu2eU45M_YJ2D9staoXE0mjlBsmO2o6o0YXnRr1RtJtcsRLD8Mcdx9I2I4jTJNp4ggOaIV0a7OZA90XtDsVNycyE743j/s1600/Picture+510.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzkpwUd-pm7idtMDft_nFRail2dbWG4O1HOK0uBT7ZCuiUWyUliu2eU45M_YJ2D9staoXE0mjlBsmO2o6o0YXnRr1RtJtcsRLD8Mcdx9I2I4jTJNp4ggOaIV0a7OZA90XtDsVNycyE743j/s200/Picture+510.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469556615305779154" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUqpAhBC9gxvUzJqWXGce-5mrukuDQ4dXIy8ny2LlddXepW8kp2EkrOoR2CzSjCwhFT5bj19zKqgQsvYSmXMxygVpQzzeaQYrXxHJmyXkPK0nnP08DwfNK2diMm_whqtiovZLBz4gYI2Iu/s1600/Picture+493.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUqpAhBC9gxvUzJqWXGce-5mrukuDQ4dXIy8ny2LlddXepW8kp2EkrOoR2CzSjCwhFT5bj19zKqgQsvYSmXMxygVpQzzeaQYrXxHJmyXkPK0nnP08DwfNK2diMm_whqtiovZLBz4gYI2Iu/s200/Picture+493.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469556519660335922" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQN87UL6gc9lHltFLjGrK-UX3IJlztHJkACNSC9G1bXHCMhPYKVz1ykN_xkNmmOcuOVJ12zlOkAFZNAu8wqtRAlYxbECdK5zvovvmG73z-qdbUYWyc86QWeWxu_yIuOinsZXlomoLbr9Z5/s1600/Picture+255.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQN87UL6gc9lHltFLjGrK-UX3IJlztHJkACNSC9G1bXHCMhPYKVz1ykN_xkNmmOcuOVJ12zlOkAFZNAu8wqtRAlYxbECdK5zvovvmG73z-qdbUYWyc86QWeWxu_yIuOinsZXlomoLbr9Z5/s200/Picture+255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469574576919203010" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdBDdz1SHV_SirBAF7eIaC1Ikyj3JKG2Ml0DpcIk1qg-SmK1MtTkQCZuF9u4rwBsJDw_MBomqnHdayPXep3BOECUDz4QFvLIDXVMV1y7acDjK_ulqfdsESecxAsw7okMYCsHwYIvhbMnyQ/s1600/Picture+519.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdBDdz1SHV_SirBAF7eIaC1Ikyj3JKG2Ml0DpcIk1qg-SmK1MtTkQCZuF9u4rwBsJDw_MBomqnHdayPXep3BOECUDz4QFvLIDXVMV1y7acDjK_ulqfdsESecxAsw7okMYCsHwYIvhbMnyQ/s200/Picture+519.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469557910205155842" border="0" /></a>At <a href="http://www.barcelona-tourist-guide.com/en/gaudi/park-guell.html">Park Güel</a>l, a mime dressed as one of Gaudi's mosaic tile dragons echoes the serpent that guards Gaudi's playful water fountain at the entrance to the park. Inside the park's sandy square, an invisible man charms the crowd with the antics of a decapitated Chaplin while a two-headed man in a white burka double-duties as a ventriloquist.<br /><br />The southermost end of Las Ramblas will lead you to the monument of Christopher Columbus at <a href="http://www.aviewoncities.com/barcelona/columbusmonument.htm">Placa de la Porta de Pau</a>. Atop the 197 foot monument, Columbus stands frozen with one arm outstretched pointing to the sea. After spending an afternoon with the street mimes of Barcelona, one is tempted to drop a coin at the foot of the monument, and wait for Columbus to do The Hustle.eman59http://www.blogger.com/profile/12086215573993124725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596571161702909656.post-74733438855806991482010-04-29T22:40:00.001-07:002010-05-07T16:52:06.281-07:00Theaters of rue de la Gaîté<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJCcq9QDidLHCJlZhTEzaeqzGwyfwvrN2QqHGdmTV967wt3YHAn-jVWeyJaB8q-cMBIBEagaDqrf3sSmwOyCTFzBvFDGCExuSyhNiX3jsep-py4JIH7h7tJZ8HGQJw5yifiSlNGl1v2dm_/s1600/Picture+625.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJCcq9QDidLHCJlZhTEzaeqzGwyfwvrN2QqHGdmTV967wt3YHAn-jVWeyJaB8q-cMBIBEagaDqrf3sSmwOyCTFzBvFDGCExuSyhNiX3jsep-py4JIH7h7tJZ8HGQJw5yifiSlNGl1v2dm_/s400/Picture+625.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465801998002729442" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Marquee</span>, rue de la Gaîté, Paris, April 2010.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWm2pkBV4FApyVwLE39dcAQLGv1P-U3HOyi5-HIv1lYfZnNfWbbb4yGKG13SvoNnIp0wMepgdNe4U06xN8mThXMsbkN300fy7CJj2Y8UIoTZPEuWjlBnzRO3DHu1coynL9n6UMUuJFJ88B/s1600/Picture+634.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWm2pkBV4FApyVwLE39dcAQLGv1P-U3HOyi5-HIv1lYfZnNfWbbb4yGKG13SvoNnIp0wMepgdNe4U06xN8mThXMsbkN300fy7CJj2Y8UIoTZPEuWjlBnzRO3DHu1coynL9n6UMUuJFJ88B/s400/Picture+634.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465813951115167618" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Theatre Rive Gauche</span>, rue de la Gaîté, Paris, April 2010.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihLxfmr2bjdfhqOxEQvMoZc-TUYkicypGuQI0ML6AFFHqa_x7Uhx7TYevsPuxMLD5c8Kz4uITjMsc3i85LThII1uZR5l7dj2yRP8-h0NQD5q720lSMMXbSfvMuSES3ioDe_JbsBvXoOfal/s1600/Picture+614.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihLxfmr2bjdfhqOxEQvMoZc-TUYkicypGuQI0ML6AFFHqa_x7Uhx7TYevsPuxMLD5c8Kz4uITjMsc3i85LThII1uZR5l7dj2yRP8-h0NQD5q720lSMMXbSfvMuSES3ioDe_JbsBvXoOfal/s400/Picture+614.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466210820344045522" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8SoHXwlcq8NM8wFD3__U9C73igW37_oX3t9kPNzTlHg5Yon8PyuP86JSDOe29j1PhuhxFj-qIIbEz51B7askFyAFfUAFdOhhHEawhAEU3xRyzcYGqNhfbdnLYL8VEnCfbGlJgi7NFNK0A/s1600/Picture+624.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiynxiCHu8g1pTMgfpSKbYPkj4QER-yfNm0zyERQJq4SAi0cbtBa69JOPMyM8MmY1yWyc6Rbt0ptCJx-bK-fP9TTHmcxuVhqP6nrTW0CKGOgBKl1oioLuPMH8eE4qr06mE1cXJ4Xm0_aw_V/s200/Picture+645.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466133573558939074" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBAhpEklWCSeAyg6arym5ojpmTAEnKjPViDSvTkMoAmHxApOzaeEPlUQzYlZw2usCQ06AjHUOlgmhCuzTnOn7_-THMR_YwmjbxpSBEosuWIwsRMPwlzTWgVPnkJiAcnmQZ1d6U_h5qdaPK/s1600/Picture+611.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBAhpEklWCSeAyg6arym5ojpmTAEnKjPViDSvTkMoAmHxApOzaeEPlUQzYlZw2usCQ06AjHUOlgmhCuzTnOn7_-THMR_YwmjbxpSBEosuWIwsRMPwlzTWgVPnkJiAcnmQZ1d6U_h5qdaPK/s200/Picture+611.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467998517970880354" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGK3MbqQo2-mm9-t_Lr2ZYqLi26E76Y1kJprGSE3TmMMnDvIPNMQkJjOPp-CihKMTo_b-wdDJ1gsGpgs5Yrk-wzLIkYVMylS6PBjbHLC-_mbyccBQO_sdedYEUDKL7xaibmtJ7KHbluv2i/s1600/Picture+642.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGK3MbqQo2-mm9-t_Lr2ZYqLi26E76Y1kJprGSE3TmMMnDvIPNMQkJjOPp-CihKMTo_b-wdDJ1gsGpgs5Yrk-wzLIkYVMylS6PBjbHLC-_mbyccBQO_sdedYEUDKL7xaibmtJ7KHbluv2i/s200/Picture+642.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467998985758538754" border="0" /></a>In Montparnasse, off rue de Maine, you will find a narrow alley lined with theaters that date back to the cabarets and music halls of 19th century Paris. The place is called rue de la Gaîté, the street of gaiety.<br /><br />I found this street by chance during an early morning stroll after having breakfast at the public market. I knew nothing of its history, but was captivated by the marquees and the fire engine red facade of <span style="font-style: italic;">Comédie-Italienne</span>, the last remaining theater in France that stages plays written exclusively by Italians.<br /><br />While I took pictures of the marquee painting by Clayette above the <span style="font-style: italic;">Theatre Rive Gauche</span>, an old lady watched me with amusement and explained its history to me <span style="font-style: italic;">-- in French</span> -- saying it was a copy, but a good one (if I understood her correctly).<br /><br />I realized later on, with the aid of Google, that I’d been walking along the street that was the heart of bohemian Paris, the Paris of Henry Miller and Ernest Hemingway, Doisneau and Brassai, the Paris I've romanticized in my mind for so long. On rue de la Gaîté, in its cafes and music hall stages, the likes of Josephine Baker, Kiki (Man Ray's muse), Edith Piaf, Juliette Greco and Jacques Brel entertained writers, artists and intellectuals who came to Paris from around the world to live <span style="font-style: italic;">la vie bohème</span>.<br /><br />That evening, I returned to rue de la Gaîté to toast my sister's birthday. We sat outdoors at a cafe with multicolored seats, talked about our loved ones, and soaked ourselves in a most perfect April evening.eman59http://www.blogger.com/profile/12086215573993124725noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596571161702909656.post-72053026504301315532010-04-28T13:32:00.000-07:002010-04-28T17:39:58.227-07:00Europeans<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYZ_-XKcgVzjhgLL5IjiVJRbGpZnOK1NyDri37sekNhk3FzqLU0C3JNXl-Yi7Z3kr5k8YiiUDXC-q-0ke8lZOdoOclb5CBR3Ymozd5vvTr_Ax9mi7D2ERIpawSKKswo4ZAHZLo872kDZ9y/s1600/Picture+250.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYZ_-XKcgVzjhgLL5IjiVJRbGpZnOK1NyDri37sekNhk3FzqLU0C3JNXl-Yi7Z3kr5k8YiiUDXC-q-0ke8lZOdoOclb5CBR3Ymozd5vvTr_Ax9mi7D2ERIpawSKKswo4ZAHZLo872kDZ9y/s400/Picture+250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465292463724461906" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Pause near Ponte Vecchio</span>, Florence, April 2010.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrGYLWFpjdSqogOOePqjxNdEIgOaCPBY2gGpVIifu_jmq6AJUwM5b-C3YqXfQE3vrXXpPzlMhB5WCruX8KjkMedovy_fG6uQgmmJN1xklXTYRq2oza5TbzqjGz1FGGN2m85MgVGuT1ILAc/s1600/Picture+580.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrGYLWFpjdSqogOOePqjxNdEIgOaCPBY2gGpVIifu_jmq6AJUwM5b-C3YqXfQE3vrXXpPzlMhB5WCruX8KjkMedovy_fG6uQgmmJN1xklXTYRq2oza5TbzqjGz1FGGN2m85MgVGuT1ILAc/s400/Picture+580.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465319349966515378" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Montparnasse, Paris, April 2010.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVLTAuYqY-1GBZAhVUImAhiPYmL7AcU94L65sYArxVn473q89BfixTP3XC7cPZ8BFZUTYsWasRnATGDYGxz2YUVj3WI5_cCDFify0FVto-0RAHZvzTnNLeJMVCfisnwNPKF-PXxLx63cUn/s1600/Picture+162.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVLTAuYqY-1GBZAhVUImAhiPYmL7AcU94L65sYArxVn473q89BfixTP3XC7cPZ8BFZUTYsWasRnATGDYGxz2YUVj3WI5_cCDFify0FVto-0RAHZvzTnNLeJMVCfisnwNPKF-PXxLx63cUn/s400/Picture+162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465352582145894962" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Florence, Italy, April 2010.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSuluVTyo4vvf3uQ8gLBrx6_bSpx_5DCHIQLNmz2OqLmn-zzN9AaX1sVLedCLdKeXOlPLxY6_M5TOwVsy9RW0T3cX_Kls5etYB2TaZsKMCWbI_fW00IvHHeQiaAOT2U74ohFyE5SqRwhEC/s1600/Picture+232.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRb6GkhJrdk0iQqrBQ2m1D0Hn8j7o9-jCuc6PUSxIe971kTTlnPUdcMyWpQ2995CgDySr0hRGyaitYSI-z6GiWUBpTiIIQ8bsivEV1oQqfNdrXnzB-MJZIHnbmzZXiAwmPUoQayJiruSd7/s400/Picture+172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464219941451874370" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">(A bit of) David</span>, Galleria dell'Accademia, Florence, Italy, April 2010.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Pdir8ge2sDRsvWzJQIySMKZYbBPiCjI-Ktmgc1vXTAGBbbdGkDu5dK-YoAROFA5m7glYUQwmxPnNiyW2V-YTp1j4heu2i8YbILGhItPpD7rwz3m8UhYJFqo67HeFdR7yClhobnz1mzxN/s1600/Picture+171.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Pdir8ge2sDRsvWzJQIySMKZYbBPiCjI-Ktmgc1vXTAGBbbdGkDu5dK-YoAROFA5m7glYUQwmxPnNiyW2V-YTp1j4heu2i8YbILGhItPpD7rwz3m8UhYJFqo67HeFdR7yClhobnz1mzxN/s200/Picture+171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464222249596377890" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1uyX3Ige1nd4pXb1dAxDJpPRILYy06NPzbrngLiOZc-8D1Eo3RX1Li6WzLp-6k3ARTWBcY17qR9gGQlZBSCFxpmdcNxD9uiLUmYiXjm9fsIzbCu1mzSlvIcz8034YyD5yWDEkxj0pVvwK/s1600/Picture+170.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1uyX3Ige1nd4pXb1dAxDJpPRILYy06NPzbrngLiOZc-8D1Eo3RX1Li6WzLp-6k3ARTWBcY17qR9gGQlZBSCFxpmdcNxD9uiLUmYiXjm9fsIzbCu1mzSlvIcz8034YyD5yWDEkxj0pVvwK/s200/Picture+170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464222341700898466" border="0" /></a>For someone who is compelled to photograph <span style="font-style: italic;">everything</span>, nothing frustrates more than the words, "no photos please!" Faced with magnificence like Michelangelo's David, the words become maddening. So there I am at the <a href="http://www.polomuseale.firenze.it/english/accademia/Default.asp?">Galleria dell'Accademia</a> in Florence; as the statue of David looms larger as I approach it, the finger on my Leica shutter itches and twitches as I spot the location of every docent that roams the hall with fascistic vigilance.<br /><br />As I circle the statue, I resolve to shoot this naked fellow, Italian <span style="font-style: italic;">polizia</span> be damned. I settle in a corner, rest the Leica on my lap, aim high, and take three blind shots with no flash. "<span style="font-style: italic;">No fotos, per favore!</span>" shouts a bat-eared docent as she gives me the evil eye. So much for Leica's quiet shutter. Here are the unfortunate results of my stealth photography. Like my daughter loves to say: "Fail."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjfQKhjB2nhvEXbwPDpaZiVOApIjR5ADV8089IoXUEchpNDuiLY95McIZS1189ZeLJ0_nTIWIspvn2FI3GVJWkQvDkP0XrloXkVJzCzEx8ncKz8r5CMFei7zH6jcMkivAwHp18IFA_938X/s1600/Picture+214.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjfQKhjB2nhvEXbwPDpaZiVOApIjR5ADV8089IoXUEchpNDuiLY95McIZS1189ZeLJ0_nTIWIspvn2FI3GVJWkQvDkP0XrloXkVJzCzEx8ncKz8r5CMFei7zH6jcMkivAwHp18IFA_938X/s200/Picture+214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464253493224597986" border="0" /></a>As luck would have it, a copy of the statue stands in the <span style="font-style: italic;">public</span>, docent-less square of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piazza_della_Signoria">Piazza della Signoria</a> in front of the Palazzo Vecchio. Ironically there was absolutely no thrill in shooting the statue here so I took one obligatory shot. Anyway, here's David, in his entire naked glory, in what to me is a far less interesting picture.eman59http://www.blogger.com/profile/12086215573993124725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596571161702909656.post-4699783623768897252010-04-24T18:44:00.000-07:002010-04-25T18:30:05.208-07:00An unexpected visit to Fondation HCB<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBbduCJN2_iy5HASdM6YwbN2gq4GhWW-59ajd5FLe82-obhseSZIdD9AlTuVJ8256nMhZVlj_6Z2ml34BOfuZf6NqmKG8jxRxMTS8KRuB1o71VEJqLvHjhdTgB7C1Dgg5_sfIA-wzBX_v-/s1600/Picture+688.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBbduCJN2_iy5HASdM6YwbN2gq4GhWW-59ajd5FLe82-obhseSZIdD9AlTuVJ8256nMhZVlj_6Z2ml34BOfuZf6NqmKG8jxRxMTS8KRuB1o71VEJqLvHjhdTgB7C1Dgg5_sfIA-wzBX_v-/s400/Picture+688.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463885168415835010" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >HCB's Leica, </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Paris, April 2010.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifdkRCrVhdWsr1zakYZ2gAX9CE4EUoEBJI8WxmdFJLYUkF39QgvwRI3j7DMUn_UI4ApW1zAv0qgTnYS0lMolnA-Z0mhH6_ROsQLNtGJc8fM4smZxfDRlO0q-bnFWQvtWNSKkd7mdc-pyMz/s1600/Picture+567.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifdkRCrVhdWsr1zakYZ2gAX9CE4EUoEBJI8WxmdFJLYUkF39QgvwRI3j7DMUn_UI4ApW1zAv0qgTnYS0lMolnA-Z0mhH6_ROsQLNtGJc8fM4smZxfDRlO0q-bnFWQvtWNSKkd7mdc-pyMz/s200/Picture+567.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463887658219902834" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGd0HyD5UaynHXBDf98pEQYN2q8cvRCo_FPhZiF7POpC9nxR4V_Je3KHl5WtmefpODR9JvALxazihiD2LlB1gvOz-jeTZ0bO6_sWMlp-6-ZiVFWTfgp5yK5uS_TKLPCYiS33w01BQmgvoz/s1600/Picture+572.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGd0HyD5UaynHXBDf98pEQYN2q8cvRCo_FPhZiF7POpC9nxR4V_Je3KHl5WtmefpODR9JvALxazihiD2LlB1gvOz-jeTZ0bO6_sWMlp-6-ZiVFWTfgp5yK5uS_TKLPCYiS33w01BQmgvoz/s200/Picture+572.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464183681387600114" border="0" /></a>Getting stranded in Paris during last week's volcanic ash air space crisis had one grace note for me: I was able to visit <a href="http://www.henricartierbresson.org/index_en.htm">Fondation Henri Cartier-Bresson</a>, the modest gallery established in 2003 by Cartier-Bresson's wife, Martine Franck, and their daughter, Mélanie, to preserve the legacy of the master photographer's work. The foundation is tucked away in an alley off rue Lebouis in Montaparnasse, housed in a four-story artist's atelier that was built in 1912.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdWUaGfj9cJzUCRX_GjbTxw03KDEdur06IguanOn03sSUgDQLUlY9VQ3O1R7TA8ULHRkE2QgU2j2b2_BgV-1yEsGg4njhEQLpuPjnkj7IHMuOImbUGJjfF7FyT1BSFKplLJ6FRQpeyKP6D/s1600/Dpisneau+program.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdWUaGfj9cJzUCRX_GjbTxw03KDEdur06IguanOn03sSUgDQLUlY9VQ3O1R7TA8ULHRkE2QgU2j2b2_BgV-1yEsGg4njhEQLpuPjnkj7IHMuOImbUGJjfF7FyT1BSFKplLJ6FRQpeyKP6D/s200/Dpisneau+program.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464211899516837618" border="0" /></a>Two floors of the building house exhibition galleries that sponsor three shows a year. I was able to catch the last day of an exhibition of Robert Doisneau's Paris photographs, Du métier à l'oeurve. <span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"><span style="visibility: visible;" id="search">Doisneau's charm and sense of humor are on full display in this collection of 100 pictures of everyday suburban life in post-war Paris. The catalog of the show has been published in a new book by Steidl Press, entitled <a href="http://www.steidlville.com/books/1075-Robert-Doisneau-From-Craft-to-Art.html">From Craft to Art</a>.<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEZ5pNqG9X6wjVlbVuPM6HXN_u8mUMRIxwOKN8ykt3CXqSs_Ffvz0uhbN-CYm32ZR2G-Jns7jjH-9a3H8AnknGioDh0xYtoeK0lSnJVk93nOQLVLURSMXYa1Qw75wM7zFrN6wNzdFbKm1F/s1600/Picture+710.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEZ5pNqG9X6wjVlbVuPM6HXN_u8mUMRIxwOKN8ykt3CXqSs_Ffvz0uhbN-CYm32ZR2G-Jns7jjH-9a3H8AnknGioDh0xYtoeK0lSnJVk93nOQLVLURSMXYa1Qw75wM7zFrN6wNzdFbKm1F/s200/Picture+710.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464216124829446866" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqUWwMRPE80bW5Z-ON_ois0EWqkeAj8d23CnqfW2hk0HUeCbgnHt7CrA6ln0EvqHkyym9zmxcGtoBOS80zKG-BAOE_sNvJN_U8B8glJP35uuW5cCyemPgDHWl7dVYAef_pmLbI_9jjC-5Z/s1600/Picture+696.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqUWwMRPE80bW5Z-ON_ois0EWqkeAj8d23CnqfW2hk0HUeCbgnHt7CrA6ln0EvqHkyym9zmxcGtoBOS80zKG-BAOE_sNvJN_U8B8glJP35uuW5cCyemPgDHWl7dVYAef_pmLbI_9jjC-5Z/s200/Picture+696.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464216222211029890" border="0" /></a>Up a spiral staircase on the third floor, in an airy room framed by a large atrium window and outfitted with Corbusier chairs, a few pictures by Cartier-Bresson are on permanent display. Here, films and multimedia presentations about the photographer are screened daily. It is a room to relax in, and for this ardent admirer of HCB, a room to ponder the serendipitous way that he has found himself in it.<br /><span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"></span><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>eman59http://www.blogger.com/profile/12086215573993124725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596571161702909656.post-11529934988603277022010-04-09T14:32:00.000-07:002010-04-09T23:16:41.016-07:00Cartier-Bresson at the MOMA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8rxRLwpUW4gFbNFw4koOIU5j646c-BTnEjmAQ3QuruqaiC2E5fbDe-_fnOglca43peT4bwUnbcbnecFU_dfQQbztt8iW6SpeAEcwmHK7ObRh2IhwCA26HtkI3pk8RTMXTXjxCo7bFOue_/s1600/Brussels_1932_p57.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8rxRLwpUW4gFbNFw4koOIU5j646c-BTnEjmAQ3QuruqaiC2E5fbDe-_fnOglca43peT4bwUnbcbnecFU_dfQQbztt8iW6SpeAEcwmHK7ObRh2IhwCA26HtkI3pk8RTMXTXjxCo7bFOue_/s400/Brussels_1932_p57.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458254693208973922" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Henri Cartier-Bresson, Brussels, 1932.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqQ0HCQ0G17LPJ199BsYVZQA57_RGZEigALPA7u2mQFv6xVv9k1hJXnmT4iP5zl7Lc7rTfN3sN7NGg_j1gHnULb_EDIuYTfTCbOJHKsGKVMKPm6xSTm1ywGF5ZLtJwN43yFJDzvypVUsjg/s1600/henri_cartier_bresson006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqQ0HCQ0G17LPJ199BsYVZQA57_RGZEigALPA7u2mQFv6xVv9k1hJXnmT4iP5zl7Lc7rTfN3sN7NGg_j1gHnULb_EDIuYTfTCbOJHKsGKVMKPm6xSTm1ywGF5ZLtJwN43yFJDzvypVUsjg/s200/henri_cartier_bresson006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458254846525251634" border="0" /></a>Sixty unseen photographs of Henri Cartier-Bresson are included in <span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://lens.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/04/08/cartier-bressons-modern-century-at-moma/">The Modern Century: Henri Cartier-Bresson</a>, </span>a retrospective of his work that opens on Sunday at the Museum of Modern Art.eman59http://www.blogger.com/profile/12086215573993124725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596571161702909656.post-76664093049473777372010-02-13T17:19:00.000-08:002010-02-13T20:16:23.641-08:00Alfred Stieglitz: The Eloquent Eye<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUwpWLbK0k-ZTKatVQa2H6nkQY1_uGmGmLhJ-322E-2j8g_5p-CWJ6Me7LGOZWRnUhqzpMC7_Abt_LVocTnrdntS8EZ8eeKSJAjltYJlxc6pZMHunOR12Fxc6aRDeuO4GMqZf9fDtV0Jgc/s1600-h/SNAG-0000.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUwpWLbK0k-ZTKatVQa2H6nkQY1_uGmGmLhJ-322E-2j8g_5p-CWJ6Me7LGOZWRnUhqzpMC7_Abt_LVocTnrdntS8EZ8eeKSJAjltYJlxc6pZMHunOR12Fxc6aRDeuO4GMqZf9fDtV0Jgc/s400/SNAG-0000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437912499774395458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0s9tRaPm2itRtiFIQyRCHmda9h1tAQKtv4HLR2zMMDqWvXzg6JzZ_i0nguVxAd1vANnB4IJZM5DQi1yRefbl41mbaO9x3fqwB2hRzQkO7_4v7Dymo7Uat_BuuHoc7l28fZ5ZmkRzl4FjH/s1600-h/SNAG-0004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0s9tRaPm2itRtiFIQyRCHmda9h1tAQKtv4HLR2zMMDqWvXzg6JzZ_i0nguVxAd1vANnB4IJZM5DQi1yRefbl41mbaO9x3fqwB2hRzQkO7_4v7Dymo7Uat_BuuHoc7l28fZ5ZmkRzl4FjH/s200/SNAG-0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437916686860903570" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLffvBx2Rn5R_7FsvTdfUoBy13MPPzTiiQocqDC8-CmNgrP7b1IAtTTbbmw63tuYlu85WXse39Cz1ylE87R8SFqQn1jlxd5zUI7A6G0clfr3FXp2L0zZYldDLpnyRUwq2DcmRY8ZU1fYf_/s1600-h/SNAG-0001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLffvBx2Rn5R_7FsvTdfUoBy13MPPzTiiQocqDC8-CmNgrP7b1IAtTTbbmw63tuYlu85WXse39Cz1ylE87R8SFqQn1jlxd5zUI7A6G0clfr3FXp2L0zZYldDLpnyRUwq2DcmRY8ZU1fYf_/s200/SNAG-0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437925277012875378" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/American-Masters-Alfred-Stieglitz-Eloquent/dp/B00005KA7A/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&s=dvd&qid=1266120137&sr=8-4">Alfred Stieglitz: The Eloquent Eye</a> </span>is a 90-minute look into the life and legacy of the father of modern American photography, part of the <span style="font-style: italic;">American Masters </span>series for PBS. All the famous pictures are here as well as rare and early ones, the O'Keefe pictures, portraits of artist friends and fellow photographers, and the work of contemporaries like Edward Steichen, Clarence White, Frank Eugene, and John Marin. As a special treat, Georgia O'Keefe reminisces about her life with Stieglitz as his wife and muse in a rare interview.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmW_qOU0NSsiKpsIdj-t-i06APGJ8RMH5hz-3M6DQoFRGqO2zvFhG_O3hJSLZwj19-Jk6xq81sNmmvPJ8vOZPpIiHrbBL90zjUcE_RV1AtsiieBgZFH5F1CA3kRyGbu0gXEJneAy94e8fd/s1600-h/SNAG-0002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmW_qOU0NSsiKpsIdj-t-i06APGJ8RMH5hz-3M6DQoFRGqO2zvFhG_O3hJSLZwj19-Jk6xq81sNmmvPJ8vOZPpIiHrbBL90zjUcE_RV1AtsiieBgZFH5F1CA3kRyGbu0gXEJneAy94e8fd/s200/SNAG-0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437925681228714466" border="0" /></a>I have divided the film into four bite-size parts. Higher quality versions can be downloaded here:<br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/350319470/Alfred_Stieglitz-The_Eloquent_Eye_chunk_1.avi">Part One</a><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/350332047/Alfred_Stieglitz-The_Eloquent_Eye_chunk_2.avi">Part Two</a><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/350340580/Alfred_Stieglitz-The_Eloquent_Eye_chunk_3.avi">Part Three</a><br /><a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/350346038/Alfred_Stieglitz-The_Eloquent_Eye_chunk_4.avi">Part Four</a><br /><br /><br />Part One<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxfwFkZjva3S7SHt2ShduqXul-81VgZnhhcwKjvxiRsI98dKHYSokY4QuLvtwqJXbk1IlESCxc-CWsDRTgcVA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Part Two<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwJdice-_w9dr2DoXZ1iN0_wRe7DrKy_gw2NQCCTbTgaIoIV7LQmoix8H-YDQrVqFj_NzBAw2QcEP_oFhK7Jw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Part Three<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyXbULGnUFAAEibvAMcOPzD7nqT-b_ABzDQIBv15ij4MnAcf0-Oq8CgiYCvnOBxqZeAI_j66uGrzTm6E8Vq7A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Part Four<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzSTtIs_TnEBHVGrXPX7NaStipSon-1UuGm27okSajO7HQdFpSh3GIlecdG7iOheMMLBexW_S5WgSgIvjzkdA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>eman59http://www.blogger.com/profile/12086215573993124725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596571161702909656.post-85512790533271773782010-02-05T19:32:00.000-08:002010-02-05T22:07:17.640-08:00Nokton and the yellow raincoat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSLej9GOcEyVCQfjin33XdByk4wgRZeNBD3GgYPlBJaBTBKlch3nfgQLox6uMjhyphenhyphenLHGOdA2a67ss7eYZ1Q2Fmyn0sA9RVeiwP_qDL8cFjRVVYCH1E53v7VALricIzyu4gpNI7pcxGKmheE/s1600-h/Picture+310+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSLej9GOcEyVCQfjin33XdByk4wgRZeNBD3GgYPlBJaBTBKlch3nfgQLox6uMjhyphenhyphenLHGOdA2a67ss7eYZ1Q2Fmyn0sA9RVeiwP_qDL8cFjRVVYCH1E53v7VALricIzyu4gpNI7pcxGKmheE/s400/Picture+310+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434968571494589186" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Yellow raincoat</span>, Boca Raton, Florida, February 2010.</span><br /><br />Florida in February did not offer respite from San Francisco's relentless rain. But the gloomy weather in Boca Raton had a bright side: the beach was deserted and my wife was compelled to wear a sunshiny yellow raincoat. When God gives you clouds, you make pictures.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjENniwChweDZp9ZcN6Lnn8S8Ertgs4esWEkCiWIclhHFMp8zKURQI1C7v3Dvei_3q0NNzmCY-UGLqoU_o3rNGOcnGVkBZ5oL96eAsl0ur-9z-25sFJLNaWDe_zuS4yxQjzd_Dg-Wlk1LTt/s1600-h/6a00df351e888f883401156fa42952970c-800wi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 169px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjENniwChweDZp9ZcN6Lnn8S8Ertgs4esWEkCiWIclhHFMp8zKURQI1C7v3Dvei_3q0NNzmCY-UGLqoU_o3rNGOcnGVkBZ5oL96eAsl0ur-9z-25sFJLNaWDe_zuS4yxQjzd_Dg-Wlk1LTt/s200/6a00df351e888f883401156fa42952970c-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434981650882031474" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnJN0WGJA4sQ9NZ72RF4J2dxVcf2xBuvIcuvqLt6XWqwYoFMGLJ843Ggd2z_9F0NTpfi6TrasWGp8d0Ys-55TAq55omGZRs_bhU1CNEbJKvfs1_qGMNuOH4sK5BMrxWQ1g-a_XE2tzMH-1/s1600-h/Picture+368+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnJN0WGJA4sQ9NZ72RF4J2dxVcf2xBuvIcuvqLt6XWqwYoFMGLJ843Ggd2z_9F0NTpfi6TrasWGp8d0Ys-55TAq55omGZRs_bhU1CNEbJKvfs1_qGMNuOH4sK5BMrxWQ1g-a_XE2tzMH-1/s200/Picture+368+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434983990390356594" border="0" /></a>The blue-gray Florida weekend turned out to be the perfect occasion to test my new lens, <a href="http://www.stevehuffphoto.com/2009/11/16/the-voigtlander-nokton-50-1-1-lens-review/">Voigtlander's Nokton 50mm f/1.1</a>, the poor man's <a href="http://en.leica-camera.com/photography/m_system/lenses/5915.html">Noctilux</a>. I already know that this extremely fast lens can record things in the dark that the human eye cannot see. I've tested it in surroundings that are practically pitch-black, where it succeeded in capturing images in the faintest of light.<br /><br />What about daylight I wondered? Wide open at f/1.1? Here are the results: At 1/2000th of a second, it recorded my wife and her yellow raincoat against a diaphanous backdrop of utmost delicacy, rendering sky and sea like gauze, and objects like they were peering through mist. I love it; it's a perfect portrait lens.eman59http://www.blogger.com/profile/12086215573993124725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596571161702909656.post-34962769471383038542009-12-24T17:41:00.001-08:002010-02-05T20:52:02.238-08:00New York Times Lens Blog: Families, One and All<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuhSx2cYOgoFiU2jcYPSr5CkZy-J50S_RI2G7TNMq6l6QKjiIGamD7yabwQUfvWRrXRZZAq4TowRVRlMjpwp7_7GE9bq7xQs7n-aO6Ot4cATomK4B7VpPM0uFp4h4pZVt6geve64d0jsfc/s1600-h/SNAG-0094.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuhSx2cYOgoFiU2jcYPSr5CkZy-J50S_RI2G7TNMq6l6QKjiIGamD7yabwQUfvWRrXRZZAq4TowRVRlMjpwp7_7GE9bq7xQs7n-aO6Ot4cATomK4B7VpPM0uFp4h4pZVt6geve64d0jsfc/s400/SNAG-0094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418983074652741650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilAiCWK2jJ6OXEt3ar0no40CLs5EM_up7_ev7NEBDZkO9WWEb0qDtV0I0XInydypFzTBYXyUpfNhhYQZhH_Q0mNgJRJH6zB_saPSZycroKGo3ePFq28y_IrRrTGteW_uCAA7PFpyOrvMTj/s1600-h/3140001143_0a14f31e68_b(2).jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilAiCWK2jJ6OXEt3ar0no40CLs5EM_up7_ev7NEBDZkO9WWEb0qDtV0I0XInydypFzTBYXyUpfNhhYQZhH_Q0mNgJRJH6zB_saPSZycroKGo3ePFq28y_IrRrTGteW_uCAA7PFpyOrvMTj/s200/3140001143_0a14f31e68_b(2).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418983562404959250" border="0" /></a>The <span style="font-style: italic;">New York Times</span> <a href="http://lens.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/12/24/readers-5/">Lens Blog</a> called for reader submissions on the subject of family, the <span style="font-style: italic;">spirit</span> of family, not blood relations. Like the landmark exhibition <span style="font-style: italic;">The Family of Man</span>, 282 readers pictures portrayed the ties that bind each of us in ways that are, for lack of a better word, familial. I submitted a favorite picture of my wife and daughter (left), asleep and snuggled closely like they always do, on a chilly December day last year, two days before Christmas. The photo is on page 3, row 2, picture number 5 from the left. Two people I love in my favorite newspaper, on Christmas Eve: happy holidays, indeed!eman59http://www.blogger.com/profile/12086215573993124725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596571161702909656.post-45227453877292821832009-12-14T08:39:00.001-08:002009-12-23T21:50:47.387-08:00Christmas presents<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiYs5C4JPXYdht5WJvt5-NtDNsOxcxLholsnVkG0H7prKGqIN2mDX0oLcdoZqnQtpJFN7njQRAqXtS_QsFKV8Jsnms8ximVKSpydGZA9hiv5fdw-BlXupDS675U17RKWbPSjA9vNhmEEqO/s1600-h/Picture+126+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiYs5C4JPXYdht5WJvt5-NtDNsOxcxLholsnVkG0H7prKGqIN2mDX0oLcdoZqnQtpJFN7njQRAqXtS_QsFKV8Jsnms8ximVKSpydGZA9hiv5fdw-BlXupDS675U17RKWbPSjA9vNhmEEqO/s400/Picture+126+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418675034875865394" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmGU6xmXTGH8RgoZv8bfTRPO5WpdupSU-vxZY5LVrsICmbSONN76rA8mIIN5CPr0nZmN6-jhehtG3mDOQBS7T5l-9EW1wYOFXACA8BBaZGRGaNKuGQNPLyHJ3fwC9hU7CQjPcgIJdpnwCD/s1600-h/Picture+241.small.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmGU6xmXTGH8RgoZv8bfTRPO5WpdupSU-vxZY5LVrsICmbSONN76rA8mIIN5CPr0nZmN6-jhehtG3mDOQBS7T5l-9EW1wYOFXACA8BBaZGRGaNKuGQNPLyHJ3fwC9hU7CQjPcgIJdpnwCD/s400/Picture+241.small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415133586225262258" border="0" /></a><br />KC and Wesley, Oakland, December 2009.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifyNx62nRVvohgiqe1oiGU2RYmXwlY8_m5vVuk4gOThC6qNJ3vTfSRHKx-518ZXuE23Xdb7SGVn2RYQETnNp4r6ogLSIEcNXTBdwERxAl4VSfuz3H9YZ2yhpJj6ZX8b5OpROcxkTRyrxM6/s1600-h/Picture+198diptych+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifyNx62nRVvohgiqe1oiGU2RYmXwlY8_m5vVuk4gOThC6qNJ3vTfSRHKx-518ZXuE23Xdb7SGVn2RYQETnNp4r6ogLSIEcNXTBdwERxAl4VSfuz3H9YZ2yhpJj6ZX8b5OpROcxkTRyrxM6/s400/Picture+198diptych+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415338854431268866" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimcuoQvFyrFHzBEQeb4bK_fOwZ40fz0eX5WGpZu6X0R9lLj6GQaYkN-QKYznuvHVImkuYTC79iDmTbyHHHhsqpQkCyFJZZMiA0XUGeGriAYG5ZyBPNa4sdU1js9Wu-nzBGw9G1RwY3hoQP/s1600-h/Picture+228.small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimcuoQvFyrFHzBEQeb4bK_fOwZ40fz0eX5WGpZu6X0R9lLj6GQaYkN-QKYznuvHVImkuYTC79iDmTbyHHHhsqpQkCyFJZZMiA0XUGeGriAYG5ZyBPNa4sdU1js9Wu-nzBGw9G1RwY3hoQP/s200/Picture+228.small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415133753049659026" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqXX8F5Nu8Uy5-X0jOfNQRJPLjIbika-LnH6hoX69pFUkUv8ggV2Qbfo35tfO8o6epme_ANvzxUNLNZSB3DzGjdbwCwvVFBGv9fc5rbfYEZOD2wNxALwky03pvrlhO5SAXfegz-YAqs1A3/s1600-h/Picture+159+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqXX8F5Nu8Uy5-X0jOfNQRJPLjIbika-LnH6hoX69pFUkUv8ggV2Qbfo35tfO8o6epme_ANvzxUNLNZSB3DzGjdbwCwvVFBGv9fc5rbfYEZOD2wNxALwky03pvrlhO5SAXfegz-YAqs1A3/s200/Picture+159+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415138755253192818" border="0" /></a>Being a photographer comes in handy during the holiday gift-giving season. When one has 23 nephews and nieces on his wife's side alone, many of whom are having babies of their own, it's a lifesaver. No shopping, no Gap sweaters, no mad rush. Line them up against a canvas drop, take 200 shots apiece, print, frame, and <span style="font-style: italic;">voila</span>! Christmas presents!<br /><br />Scheduling the shoot is a challenge. The ideal way to do it is to take the pictures on Thanksgiving when the family is gathered together in one place. I missed that chance because of a trip to New York so my sessions have been spread over two weekends; I'm one-third done.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUmf8nTYHFk5fb4g6l3AdgXlZ3yuNTORzs_idOaibW8qDTzs_VsmSJWxHC47dos45AOb-tnAeiuYCS4rKLVNlB9AcoEs8r311nvs2TzhatKZlLZkqcTob9CGG_KKyjQKWNjqOWXxedAai4/s1600-h/Picture+633.small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUmf8nTYHFk5fb4g6l3AdgXlZ3yuNTORzs_idOaibW8qDTzs_VsmSJWxHC47dos45AOb-tnAeiuYCS4rKLVNlB9AcoEs8r311nvs2TzhatKZlLZkqcTob9CGG_KKyjQKWNjqOWXxedAai4/s200/Picture+633.small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415145064518636098" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDvnyhke2GhHJtv_IJgql8YuBWO4UK_0RttdEvkgZIGXMPumiVPm0IVoz34SKqQGBABX4sqPk8iVj3LhG-a6jWO7YAvaxqMi3JNphdKWPWd4qUqEm7v5XvQBQ_z_i9y2dfRhiqkSprHfhT/s1600-h/Picture+529+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 147px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDvnyhke2GhHJtv_IJgql8YuBWO4UK_0RttdEvkgZIGXMPumiVPm0IVoz34SKqQGBABX4sqPk8iVj3LhG-a6jWO7YAvaxqMi3JNphdKWPWd4qUqEm7v5XvQBQ_z_i9y2dfRhiqkSprHfhT/s200/Picture+529+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415145135129635826" border="0" /></a>For picture frames, nothing beats Ikea. The <a href="http://www.ikea.com/us/en/search/?query=ribba">Ribba line</a>, available in black, white and silver, comes in many sizes and styles. The Ribba frames are well crafted, modern looking, and, above all, inexpensive.<br /><br />For this holiday season, try giving the gift of pictures. It's a great way to have a good laugh with your loved ones while they channel their inner supermodel. Make a big pot of ragu while you're at it. Modeling makes them hungry.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhaKXLK1Vv942rY2EiEhjsuYQeSlHftaA38UGM7xAzdIKa_CCxGLnDhRJscH6C6qpr5BuMcbNglj6JdNjSjlbswXjrvUYd1MdAQwJDphd5aQ1CbyZ5-h_lOvbd_OfyRPnQ692AS6jN7v71/s1600-h/Picture+146+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhaKXLK1Vv942rY2EiEhjsuYQeSlHftaA38UGM7xAzdIKa_CCxGLnDhRJscH6C6qpr5BuMcbNglj6JdNjSjlbswXjrvUYd1MdAQwJDphd5aQ1CbyZ5-h_lOvbd_OfyRPnQ692AS6jN7v71/s400/Picture+146+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415143302320923266" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-CdACnlMXxJEq_c-K8O8YCFCVDQegnzFr7oEaBJDdDCL_HDaUvfk0XC5TmakZZTggoaTy9-ohyrxUk6b9oruQJBw-_wUqU0_SnvN9mex1X5emDDCC3Bj8KZT-NdhTNvYVn4j_lHwQZ4cY/s1600-h/Picture+358+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhypie1AIpyqn0RvI1gIKdW4_JE3jnYsRyzhabbiqpJq_YRwLM_6uTmg2lwtgkr1U3wj0l5L5TWehMNRJ-nxeZ17KugaD1cytrfYE7YeLB353SHvASt6VsQITw1a5BpiC1_wuN0mSCH-Pdd/s400/Picture+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409819415530177858" border="0" /></a><br />Solomon Guggenheim Museum, NYC, November 2009.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCjm-6X-Jjovvoy60l08hNT0NtsyrigHJm_p0k771AnIwP-quoy3pI2qved2FZ34S2TBQqTr0JsoXrdlptsbtygP9UhZA1gfPVpF0ppmY3GYZi0jDE3LewETvOGrqHRjo_PJWWDnDGkoiN/s1600/Picture+296.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCjm-6X-Jjovvoy60l08hNT0NtsyrigHJm_p0k771AnIwP-quoy3pI2qved2FZ34S2TBQqTr0JsoXrdlptsbtygP9UhZA1gfPVpF0ppmY3GYZi0jDE3LewETvOGrqHRjo_PJWWDnDGkoiN/s400/Picture+296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409761461000548866" border="0" /></a><br />Rockefeller Center, NYC, November 2009.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO9GkyBnoS1xxYQo1ovbYkrfE3g-zk8J-NkCpHNQL2gzNciOvOT280U9ygbl2JQNSLvEcpuUW8wDkCqBbZR0eiAVR2V1n1WrFsOFwcLCVh6J_b0QPk_-qiTP_gyraEiL-_MLClLB_ChyJc/s1600/Picture+015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO9GkyBnoS1xxYQo1ovbYkrfE3g-zk8J-NkCpHNQL2gzNciOvOT280U9ygbl2JQNSLvEcpuUW8wDkCqBbZR0eiAVR2V1n1WrFsOFwcLCVh6J_b0QPk_-qiTP_gyraEiL-_MLClLB_ChyJc/s200/Picture+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409761769211122594" border="0" /></a>On the taxi ride to JFK Airport for our flight home to San Francisco, our Chinese driver was listening to <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Romances-Luis-Miguel/dp/B000005TN1/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&s=music&qid=1259560452&sr=8-6">Luis Migue</a><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Romances-Luis-Miguel/dp/B000005TN1/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&s=music&qid=1259560452&sr=8-6">l</a> sing <span style="font-style: italic;">Bésame Mucho</span> as we drove through Harlem, and at that moment, I started to miss New York before I even left it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLgGrm0ejLu-duLZB9tC243yoyhj7RoUGYMwWYyU7XYUH8fsja7S6M3Z72Fb3LKPgybATK21XNtzE2eKKs5J4PEUQq9syOfR6c1Nu-xq68sXuK8ZjBvDBZovSX5IPRljyDHCwR-P7yosQ6/s1600/Picture+632.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidhwjUvTei9904duc19s_ZZPNkSQUXNLIUoXVKSWuWNY8q3YDDqS_Zru7lx5W6trEBvCcW8imyAApvTY5Ym4gfvTkhIKtCkW7qY31TzBl7gyEIbdSnyyXw4n7-9TUVJEw_y3e5u4GIAIwt/s200/Picture+328.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409771892010568514" border="0" /></a>Spending Thanksgiving week in New York was my daughter's idea. She wanted to see the steps of the Met (the <span style="font-style: italic;">Gossip Girl</span> hangout) and the many landmarks she has seen only in movies. As for me, I wanted to be a tourist in the city that was my home for five years.<br /><br />Soak it up like tourists we did: the illuminated red steps of Times Square; the giant balloons of Macy's Thanksgiving parade; Jude Law, riveting in <span style="font-style: italic;">Hamlet; </span>the prodigious dancer David Alvarez in <span style="font-style: italic;">Billy Elliot; </span>a <span style="font-style: italic;">West Side Story</span> restaged for a politically correct generation; Robert Frank's <span style="font-style: italic;">The Americans</span> at the Met; autumn foliage in Central Park; bargain shopping on Canal Street.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ZxD4dZO7me9Wl6jqmdG_K0q7UCdEuqUhvI32VVdFj8NLH6acyNU62-yuOQXZRna_39RRPsWfpORiFXDZNFGtwUCL3wpdelSyhTJYqI3V7tIG2ELmzl4BT_jxBXNtRmMbC5yo66RaasPE/s1600/Picture+601.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ZxD4dZO7me9Wl6jqmdG_K0q7UCdEuqUhvI32VVdFj8NLH6acyNU62-yuOQXZRna_39RRPsWfpORiFXDZNFGtwUCL3wpdelSyhTJYqI3V7tIG2ELmzl4BT_jxBXNtRmMbC5yo66RaasPE/s200/Picture+601.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409834560101911282" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz6nPWd7ZinWzw2QU7JykiPqOPDufsGTz-yrofXn060v_C1DYQvFbk67uDPySYGaTmpohJ_nH5e5a4R17-rsLOhOTByIUX2beRRZpcldcISk4Z_EkGIx9iGME2G65wL2UpPQsr1Gpzqova/s1600/Picture+626.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz6nPWd7ZinWzw2QU7JykiPqOPDufsGTz-yrofXn060v_C1DYQvFbk67uDPySYGaTmpohJ_nH5e5a4R17-rsLOhOTByIUX2beRRZpcldcISk4Z_EkGIx9iGME2G65wL2UpPQsr1Gpzqova/s200/Picture+626.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409834118735134498" border="0" /></a>In Central Park Zoo, the eerie green glow of a tropical rain forest pavilion served as the perfect backdrop for portrait-taking. It reminded me of the mismatched dreamscape of the <span style="font-style: italic;">Mona Lisa</span>, but in the actual portraits appeared more akin to the <span style="font-style: italic;">Sleepy Hollow</span> of Tim Burton, whose work was being exhibited at the Museum of Modern Art (which we sadly missed).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdyTSY1g5TYqrNAIIKcSAbpGlckAp_T4W2-UY2E95B4cBgnbNLfbeNHAG0jCFKsC9NTXPn-9SCtdFw1x7RIRlLEf5zh4NzmjiN4Fw0XzptH691dlDXeKArdQQv5VlQ3XvPnbb_MzwyJXcL/s1600/Picture+022.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdyTSY1g5TYqrNAIIKcSAbpGlckAp_T4W2-UY2E95B4cBgnbNLfbeNHAG0jCFKsC9NTXPn-9SCtdFw1x7RIRlLEf5zh4NzmjiN4Fw0XzptH691dlDXeKArdQQv5VlQ3XvPnbb_MzwyJXcL/s200/Picture+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409838265647598194" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvCfKNeZrSTXcOx6TT5hnyqxcUcKGH_peoRS3tXHqvm1HF9ef3i2-IPHjZW1_KEiExx3M6A_5fX0dWDpvsf_wWLJQa3zMS-JRXyH-JCsvQdCzwaBFBb18-h-yiv1ij9DPxH1lO3goIgwIK/s1600/Picture+348.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvCfKNeZrSTXcOx6TT5hnyqxcUcKGH_peoRS3tXHqvm1HF9ef3i2-IPHjZW1_KEiExx3M6A_5fX0dWDpvsf_wWLJQa3zMS-JRXyH-JCsvQdCzwaBFBb18-h-yiv1ij9DPxH1lO3goIgwIK/s200/Picture+348.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409837095925803202" border="0" /></a>Above all, the trip was about spending an entire week in a city I love with the people I love most. I can't wait to return next year in time for Christmas, under the Star of 57th Street!eman59http://www.blogger.com/profile/12086215573993124725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596571161702909656.post-24529457588914594812009-11-16T00:50:00.000-08:002009-11-20T03:08:06.246-08:00Actors<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEbo7gjqjj8ZX1KpM8R-mlvbVm_YWk5XtH8RTQCdkfLT9N4URZJtZK1jTZHg9Q4Wc2yDSvtno3qcS-aoCq8hhTvz1gLUFPHTaHyR89RFSpftasExwKZzXT4DWBkFm0_sXrJL8A8XpZd15c/s1600/Picture+321.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEbo7gjqjj8ZX1KpM8R-mlvbVm_YWk5XtH8RTQCdkfLT9N4URZJtZK1jTZHg9Q4Wc2yDSvtno3qcS-aoCq8hhTvz1gLUFPHTaHyR89RFSpftasExwKZzXT4DWBkFm0_sXrJL8A8XpZd15c/s400/Picture+321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406139378311421602" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDvKlLYEAcbFngbLWV7GYhS-jmTVx7ypR4ckKrOXA28n4QIpOaqnlcVbFayn57GUO2sUYBTNSHZ548k-T_1JjMT20jw1XVVtv0Zkn4nH9W7YVkIBekPIapB931jafq1vvZfwMYnJzfTKCY/s1600/Picture+127.diptych.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYusDgXazMLz5j-XA3e9HctTTH3TF4vHf-8uv2w-W4C2dLKajBn6DlhC3EO-elLKl1n6moGQtEcQFmllR_rEcnsH7ZK6JZp6nOyiptMNgwDgiuAXmkBSduH_EgETRCkGGdMA7P3q0rAXj5/s200/Picture+277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404624618086195794" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcQIv43rCJg0WRNdWCDozFZRQqPSUEbjN10TDYksPHlXetNcg28s5LRWu5BJaOjiyvA3j9U0QY6Z6JTJBBPcerizsxnCqoQyEeRL8WAjNFTE1BrYiV2P2_GT1gRUkaUax8CnQz18O0EBCS/s1600/Picture+356.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcQIv43rCJg0WRNdWCDozFZRQqPSUEbjN10TDYksPHlXetNcg28s5LRWu5BJaOjiyvA3j9U0QY6Z6JTJBBPcerizsxnCqoQyEeRL8WAjNFTE1BrYiV2P2_GT1gRUkaUax8CnQz18O0EBCS/s200/Picture+356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404627916842385618" border="0" /></a>During the last few weeks, I've had the greatest pleasure photographing actors at work on a new production of Jonathan Larsen's musical <span style="font-style: italic;">Rent</span>, which will open in San Francisco in January 2010.<br /><br />The experience has been fun so far. The actors are as photogenic as they are talented. But it has also been very frustrating for someone like me who is accustomed to working with natural light to take pictures under the glare of fluorescent bulbs. The actors' schedules preclude rehearsing during the day; photographs are taken <span style="font-style: italic;">at night</span> inside a dance studio. Which is all well and good for a studio photographer, which I am sadly not.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjNCJ3-AzWKFrQ28lBuhRr96-4NPJGK7Tm_0P3kfYRaOK0ZSmLNuUhts20cxH29SIZlrbQ6LZs2zwso9eBC6yx7eloCvNWof2cPBb3NgkGQgAWDONz8kp5yDiTvWvImo2JZyBg-LUAwbGH/s1600/Picture+052.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjNCJ3-AzWKFrQ28lBuhRr96-4NPJGK7Tm_0P3kfYRaOK0ZSmLNuUhts20cxH29SIZlrbQ6LZs2zwso9eBC6yx7eloCvNWof2cPBb3NgkGQgAWDONz8kp5yDiTvWvImo2JZyBg-LUAwbGH/s200/Picture+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404629339732194866" border="0" /></a>This shortcoming had me reaching for my <a href="http://www.nikonusa.com/Find-Your-Nikon/ProductDetail.page?pid=4802">Nikon SB-600 Flash</a>, a perplexing instrument, and making panicked visits to <a href="http://www.strobist.blogspot.com/">strobist.com</a>. To my technically-addled brain, strobe lighting is akin to rocket science: it is beyond my ken.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_-feR1j4ltoiuRSsRoYUcE9RflvVRe6p1b9K08Fav9QYa5H4ClnvO5uGLtZInkNbQS2zI_ugZ4B74F6nMgoZEQSZnWIjP5gx9OacHtgwzxU1IA30fR0cKPcTtTvgTxMfhYSqNMI2YAQ0V/s1600/Picture+174.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_-feR1j4ltoiuRSsRoYUcE9RflvVRe6p1b9K08Fav9QYa5H4ClnvO5uGLtZInkNbQS2zI_ugZ4B74F6nMgoZEQSZnWIjP5gx9OacHtgwzxU1IA30fR0cKPcTtTvgTxMfhYSqNMI2YAQ0V/s200/Picture+174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404631628092423858" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk3pyyyYAH-V4LP0JqGOhKzV4Ege_MvH8hFHcB7IqsIW9C2Mo5m3Jtm4E7KIi8AAUTjkxVvGDOWnrA8kPIZbXtsH7OdtSNCNdTbiZ_Ltyo1QUa96BPMrzGbXN-oSut8igBLPG4My25_xMS/s1600/Picture+078.duotone.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk3pyyyYAH-V4LP0JqGOhKzV4Ege_MvH8hFHcB7IqsIW9C2Mo5m3Jtm4E7KIi8AAUTjkxVvGDOWnrA8kPIZbXtsH7OdtSNCNdTbiZ_Ltyo1QUa96BPMrzGbXN-oSut8igBLPG4My25_xMS/s200/Picture+078.duotone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404629676424555970" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiISN8N08eVHAmDOZFH-Q9qWRcjJzPJiwMDw3m2pkj10Ds368v0cLXKErGYtMcfc2F8-DAl_WjWR9wuRk75djbySktglIHuOE3nO_tyjO8HZcZ8mF_Qf3f3QVKRFxRe6gMoUpNIXGIWharz/s1600/Picture+068.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiISN8N08eVHAmDOZFH-Q9qWRcjJzPJiwMDw3m2pkj10Ds368v0cLXKErGYtMcfc2F8-DAl_WjWR9wuRk75djbySktglIHuOE3nO_tyjO8HZcZ8mF_Qf3f3QVKRFxRe6gMoUpNIXGIWharz/s200/Picture+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404638552672375138" border="0" /></a>These rehearsal pictures and portraits were all taken with the aperture wide open, without a flash, at night. The ratio of blurry throwaway to usable image was naturally very high. But the ones that did work, I loved. Not for any technical merit, of which there is none, but for the actors themselves.<br /><br />Reportorial photographers like Henri Cartier-Bresson and Antonin Kratochvil were not fond of photographing actors, but were compelled to do so on assignment. Kratochvil hated the trappings and entourage of actors; Cartier-Bresson felt they were incapable of honest gestures. <span style="font-style: italic;">I love actors.</span> I love the way they use their bodies and faces as instruments for performance. Time and again, I have said on this blog that the street is a stage awaiting actors to appear. Now that I'm finally working with <span style="font-style: italic;">real</span> actors, the pressure to do good work unnerves me. And as much as my mind resists the inscrutable science of strobe lighting, I am determined to conquer it before this assignment is done.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM_cBXkujwEsBMdXC8r_TxZO-6YbBmO5CCRY61Xz1knPm7IcSPGhTQls5o3o12X5zJkHXz_UO3sU67NCdoW2UWkqHEu3SuKvQmhQg4zVz3mK_h-wH6zyjaGKlhqFCsuS_A8Qhfay8FMPWc/s1600/Picture+132.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM_cBXkujwEsBMdXC8r_TxZO-6YbBmO5CCRY61Xz1knPm7IcSPGhTQls5o3o12X5zJkHXz_UO3sU67NCdoW2UWkqHEu3SuKvQmhQg4zVz3mK_h-wH6zyjaGKlhqFCsuS_A8Qhfay8FMPWc/s200/Picture+132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404635219262599138" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJkp4-5tZa9r8EplPItWPxlNlqVBUO7Os96pWa7vPJaKRldE69WpAxiPx5CD5_E7m3_GBHTTm_Ml9Baib5K4Mm1U9yugu9d9qy1Vg4fRqcM5_jFePA6YrztKmnoXmgr_s8kdaLrm3knlbu/s1600/Picture+128.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJkp4-5tZa9r8EplPItWPxlNlqVBUO7Os96pWa7vPJaKRldE69WpAxiPx5CD5_E7m3_GBHTTm_Ml9Baib5K4Mm1U9yugu9d9qy1Vg4fRqcM5_jFePA6YrztKmnoXmgr_s8kdaLrm3knlbu/s200/Picture+128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404635061152302626" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFxTzxsMd4Ba3yzy05hye4ejQrGkPD3rn4IEVxt0NPvPxjsZP89UVas5g0pXxYjCSfwT468yGgt39A9jjytQeX-nTXBiXjr1Sz7gCV0Lv6XBjOC_MQpOlK3gdI5p2pnjM4ZTLR3SjtGou5/s1600/Picture+135.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFxTzxsMd4Ba3yzy05hye4ejQrGkPD3rn4IEVxt0NPvPxjsZP89UVas5g0pXxYjCSfwT468yGgt39A9jjytQeX-nTXBiXjr1Sz7gCV0Lv6XBjOC_MQpOlK3gdI5p2pnjM4ZTLR3SjtGou5/s200/Picture+135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404635629864270018" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHsBJ4ejYsJkfSuezYwTfYjMrADCG_61annKLQa2rQAUfbx9vEwL1hnJ-tLJ_AsETsyWw7aeZKud-GfxYK_InEeGCyLfLbIhWS0ju0qbxsJqyL1XOZeDfylSh35I0dfWEFY-guRzWkMjJT/s1600/Picture+235.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHsBJ4ejYsJkfSuezYwTfYjMrADCG_61annKLQa2rQAUfbx9vEwL1hnJ-tLJ_AsETsyWw7aeZKud-GfxYK_InEeGCyLfLbIhWS0ju0qbxsJqyL1XOZeDfylSh35I0dfWEFY-guRzWkMjJT/s200/Picture+235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404635524293819890" border="0" /></a>Consider Aubine Wise, a Bay Area actress and singer. She has the demeanor of a true performer: mercurial, chameleon-like, as changeable as her many hair styles. She plays Joanna in <span style="font-style: italic;">Rent</span>, a stuck-up, primly suited lesbian, who is as different a character as one can get from this vivacious vixen of an actress. She is a photographer's dream subject.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj26Z4N1iZFnP_QofkPxUGdB6DM8YUFk4lIdU2Uu9zw0HVIwRbiZeTIp9N_YktLCdfkt0kbOOHzWiGX_KagrrQp_SE_beu2yxKDwL5LX1ZK4XJUchcfos5b83LtDE5esmrBzzauyy4YoeGD/s1600/Picture+248.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj26Z4N1iZFnP_QofkPxUGdB6DM8YUFk4lIdU2Uu9zw0HVIwRbiZeTIp9N_YktLCdfkt0kbOOHzWiGX_KagrrQp_SE_beu2yxKDwL5LX1ZK4XJUchcfos5b83LtDE5esmrBzzauyy4YoeGD/s200/Picture+248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404639841588089506" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMixq2XpThupd75Bs4oh8FvMxIFslfpjv_gwj5eG6BZtYWsnT-ExE5JN-PCqmQXU1WgsiHRtM8wfSDU8YjVLiCmPhsW1roFj3f3f7bJYx56_lzv4ZW8-95d-G30Biue8HQUGzQujtgQ56m/s1600/Picture+402.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMixq2XpThupd75Bs4oh8FvMxIFslfpjv_gwj5eG6BZtYWsnT-ExE5JN-PCqmQXU1WgsiHRtM8wfSDU8YjVLiCmPhsW1roFj3f3f7bJYx56_lzv4ZW8-95d-G30Biue8HQUGzQujtgQ56m/s200/Picture+402.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404642161299419298" border="0" /></a>I am keeping a <a href="http://rent-sf.blogspot.com/">photo diary</a> for this assignment. It's the kind of blog used for marketing, but I've tried to slip in a few honest observations about the process of creating something good out of limited resources. Fortunately, the show has gifted actors and singers in abundance. The pleasure of working with these actors outweighs the frustration of not being able to make images the way I know best. If I could only set these talents loose on the street, in real light, it would get my juices flowing. In the meantime, I am stuck with ugly fluorescent light and strobes, if I can figure out how to use them in time, to capture the fine hewn faces of these wonderfully gifted actors.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8lf44GMiygTJACzwuUAbOVG-NgNLrDe58E7p0wUtyaie8RuqlU_NXH2aHmxeSTx36UGjuKIC62-1YJKRSdT5YA6XZpX7olzbdjGco-6sDSPspVKrQUPc1wfeRxYvhCMJ4kk7JWwHrjujD/s1600/Picture+088.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8lf44GMiygTJACzwuUAbOVG-NgNLrDe58E7p0wUtyaie8RuqlU_NXH2aHmxeSTx36UGjuKIC62-1YJKRSdT5YA6XZpX7olzbdjGco-6sDSPspVKrQUPc1wfeRxYvhCMJ4kk7JWwHrjujD/s200/Picture+088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404646127030793954" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp6Xr1UAbL3GtD8NKhOiY-QqavoFLfX6fpTmmHwSZT7JJ15HB9oXra5tx7XjNk7C8dWaOLCfQ_cPoDvy0cfKuX_QB5r5QtHnyXQVg3S1gN5xMvMy3XYXf4Y1kcmZM8iN-EDYcgVz18Plib/s1600/Picture+129.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuLZ0G8AtJhobWFMa3bh03PX-gUHs4tz8Q8RhVsUrqHuP1aoVXrmts5yROUDS17jREEdglEPBkOAO1igeCwFMTE7Dz3iJE6gZKvyLGAmDP2mWQKHr6owbIvEbJfXAmABO-GYp1XDElclG7/s400/Picture+229+small+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406140394682327618" border="0" /></a>eman59http://www.blogger.com/profile/12086215573993124725noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596571161702909656.post-44140566565808580852009-11-11T18:07:00.000-08:002009-11-12T15:49:09.678-08:00People crossing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRQJpg752cVqQF9q0ecwaD3LeM19yZZCn7jzGkkRYva9shVcoY0cybAyaqOGfZBXjTzv7SENbUFrZFzDXQs5OPrv12LAI-Bkb86WshL38EoglyrorKR9Lq-CD1VAhC7XDrMP3eA0wZoKEy/s1600-h/1265837434_7cfa389aea_b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRQJpg752cVqQF9q0ecwaD3LeM19yZZCn7jzGkkRYva9shVcoY0cybAyaqOGfZBXjTzv7SENbUFrZFzDXQs5OPrv12LAI-Bkb86WshL38EoglyrorKR9Lq-CD1VAhC7XDrMP3eA0wZoKEy/s400/1265837434_7cfa389aea_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403033092535295426" border="0" /></a><br />From series <span style="font-style: italic;">Crossing</span>, San Francisco, August 2007.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz_oVr2PFjJN3zHZgNu07zogupEh69ZlmH-jo6v_r8dYtjlE6Wp5hVNUKKQlG0eF9lA_P1WHD3v0hqNS65jCV007gnNkEqE7-tYHg2dvh8C3duBUFfHu-uRHKo0tJi8Oggcv5HRaSHxhgV/s1600-h/1121650745_630a62a38f_b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYUShkeTiVCPK_u0lKEmgsP6h2s0Ydex3dKV8Vsuq5g8WtZtPIH9n3peCJDSy0leAjBi-73qiPF5ZPHXzZ19mPTxmo-uKtu4wgkr6AOG4D33w07QAuSpXI1Nwe58xRLIJ0La8VZ3PJJYsg/s200/499107992_849afcd301_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403033839925298258" border="0" /></a>Can anything be more painfully mundane than crossing the street? It's not even an event or a moment worth recalling (unless you get hit by a bus). Still I find myself crouched in corners of pavements maniacally snapping picture after picture of people crossing the street. They eyeball me with baffled curiosity - what is he doing? - and I take their picture in mid-step.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYRxtoinS_tEv23Cvb5tqACUlR0BSyAvc3GZzRI0IQCy9rtuCekRObmBip83sjOHQMKe9tAhDo9bpIswZhavIpaD49Ax2CpEirzLgj-j7jgzAvjRNTK_kfP4wIcWmo8E9nr7Hu5vsISOn2/s1600-h/1277814043_c17ea2e3e6_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYRxtoinS_tEv23Cvb5tqACUlR0BSyAvc3GZzRI0IQCy9rtuCekRObmBip83sjOHQMKe9tAhDo9bpIswZhavIpaD49Ax2CpEirzLgj-j7jgzAvjRNTK_kfP4wIcWmo8E9nr7Hu5vsISOn2/s200/1277814043_c17ea2e3e6_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403055265283805970" border="0" /></a>I like to photograph my pedestrians right before twilight, when the late afternoon light is harsh. The light blinds their eyes like a spotlight and illuminates their faces like actors on an asphalt stage. I like the split second between waiting and crossing, right after the green light signals them to move. Inertia and action. At rest, their faces look to the sun; the signal turns green, and they all bow to watch their step.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsvjUl2-0Xfr1vyNTgB0fJTbq7iJxA3dErOPkAMguDAcpbeCFUIMkkX211_VWd7s_tH9EatxBF9Rl5I7vbj-4r41EOCrlcFVsOQ0t7TLvne9cn7aH1G99CBYGqTtC8lrw_a-x1Wpe832Yc/s1600-h/722283137_4daaf98093_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsvjUl2-0Xfr1vyNTgB0fJTbq7iJxA3dErOPkAMguDAcpbeCFUIMkkX211_VWd7s_tH9EatxBF9Rl5I7vbj-4r41EOCrlcFVsOQ0t7TLvne9cn7aH1G99CBYGqTtC8lrw_a-x1Wpe832Yc/s200/722283137_4daaf98093_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403059715916929282" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHmyMoq1QTT0_jmcWUjbQ9CK-5lWQRiir21cv1rYQtEPSgmVfNLLH6meMiqZmZawxHrdPl6cZUehphmDGpNOrmbIm3sDne0unCuM9-8emqfbuN7Kog7TXf0EM3dqu38j37m0GubsVGSI8_/s1600-h/522689125_d3f623569f_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHmyMoq1QTT0_jmcWUjbQ9CK-5lWQRiir21cv1rYQtEPSgmVfNLLH6meMiqZmZawxHrdPl6cZUehphmDGpNOrmbIm3sDne0unCuM9-8emqfbuN7Kog7TXf0EM3dqu38j37m0GubsVGSI8_/s200/522689125_d3f623569f_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403058993967639890" border="0" /></a>Sometimes I squeeze myself into a passing crowd to take pictures upclose. I cross the street back and forth with the camera against my chest, and press the shutter blind. Seldom do I foresee the result; usually I get throwaways. But once in a while serendipity smiles and out comes a picture I like, a group portrait of city dwellers in a rush. The subjects' brows are furrowed, their hands are clutched securely around their purses. They are harried, annoyed, their hair swept up by speed. <span style="font-style: italic;">They look real. </span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQXE0pzbj9wfp09GwUBW8-PTKQLW_kgsdCx2Yq9a1WW8-SBLRRqpW7BH9u6v4vn5J0xD167Hfgqldg9oMySQnlm1P_md4b2FpD3sJvmkimtkfareppqUdz-OGNKVCUrTI3KRqgeIK7kzlj/s1600-h/1293406281_7c2f170a9f_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQXE0pzbj9wfp09GwUBW8-PTKQLW_kgsdCx2Yq9a1WW8-SBLRRqpW7BH9u6v4vn5J0xD167Hfgqldg9oMySQnlm1P_md4b2FpD3sJvmkimtkfareppqUdz-OGNKVCUrTI3KRqgeIK7kzlj/s200/1293406281_7c2f170a9f_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403062428878044722" border="0" /></a>Back at the curb, a solitary man waits for the light to change. Another person joins him, then another, then yet another. Soon there is a row of people on the curb, a chorus line, a group shot. Stitched together in a series, a pedestrian Christmas tree. Photographs take the ordinariness out of the mundane for a very simple reason: people <span style="font-style: italic;">are</span> interesting.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf13KGcr8FmHEIZcFWemZtmMrGD3qQOqNJdRT7jrvy4_pY3B_7FjOQRDH3eMdeFtOUzhl6ncsQ2bbHNDlvMxOSwzfnw3mJHNvMlFG07y97hghUIJS8GHc_QCSYCEo6yMOw6lqtK8gnSj2k/s1600-h/1122441646_2b5460280f_b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf13KGcr8FmHEIZcFWemZtmMrGD3qQOqNJdRT7jrvy4_pY3B_7FjOQRDH3eMdeFtOUzhl6ncsQ2bbHNDlvMxOSwzfnw3mJHNvMlFG07y97hghUIJS8GHc_QCSYCEo6yMOw6lqtK8gnSj2k/s200/1122441646_2b5460280f_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403108937935752050" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM4DcXqZw2u7jZF_q7ZUxzXrDyC2_domFN8JgRUrh2pRD6P3VsW22POrHh563jx8Z099f10T4dtIID2TYsM6xYcKP0pBbRmj-1pRkcvrAHBP5kl0UTLAuccZXy6iQxilg7kIVuxbRB2uJY/s1600-h/1122442910_740fe7a0a9_b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmJbaEh8Z2qCgvaB8obIpLWUdwc0MQ5CHDZuVQ46CaZHsRfy5F2eEnbQUDwQyVI3gNPfaTMCt1SkZSsUjlcJWU7YAZFFL-yA6Ac4zBLidhSidjVr1v2pxvM6so_N-VQdCJ7Win-ltS7_rh/s200/522739672_7d64ed3a8a_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403110497542763842" border="0" /></a>eman59http://www.blogger.com/profile/12086215573993124725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596571161702909656.post-12668793698639710522009-11-07T13:58:00.000-08:002009-11-08T04:32:38.641-08:00Frozen: A cemetery in Colma<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI_mkDnusnGn_rDhg9_MyyZlHw6BRfBnB6oo-XSFllUt9SXpXQmz4y6DWAF6NJGlUaA1rLcW3yjPA982qSbmLTsdkpfN5u01sOJ3VyyM7M9bFOUnxD9Yg64LVUNbv0hGYYo2DvMXVmeT_l/s1600-h/aaaa+%281%29.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI_mkDnusnGn_rDhg9_MyyZlHw6BRfBnB6oo-XSFllUt9SXpXQmz4y6DWAF6NJGlUaA1rLcW3yjPA982qSbmLTsdkpfN5u01sOJ3VyyM7M9bFOUnxD9Yg64LVUNbv0hGYYo2DvMXVmeT_l/s400/aaaa+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401484661937950466" border="0" /></a><br />Tombstone medallions, Colma, August 2007.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUczEHtuTo-dPHw8V1OgeVY25h9KujpjW_Z2YDn0eL-SKypeoV78imJOG5lvAp-pTG4-E6J1qO8b9jUpGDcwBHy0vX5G8sBHAq40cFbhgzkPvqrD9g5HttXrbUHe5KHQi8ZifO_-htOu_X/s1600-h/Flickrmeetaug4+102.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9uBmIUzKgLeU937fEyYU93HUQAVTyHgYIgyx7iCo0MDMyZdHjUdcfCnxYwmBXbsgLd0CXqG5HsecOdetEnZom9QUucKpnB_3K1pj8ixO0oBmkuQ7Zn1BuyM-NCkWW2LvAIl6MKGQH_n7W/s200/Flickrmeetaug4+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401488542683470642" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg139lUHzAHwPI9vsLJKrQaobK735XZXylp5iWBGvgdDglLLPIs8MUTtRzGdr4wYULf6turzD-S2xprrWscQEbWszFC4MQmgg4T2W4AUhPXeR0AjuEN3vMoWUFcXPiQf5c6vI4yI8MFAb01/s1600-h/graciela+iturbide+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 147px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg139lUHzAHwPI9vsLJKrQaobK735XZXylp5iWBGvgdDglLLPIs8MUTtRzGdr4wYULf6turzD-S2xprrWscQEbWszFC4MQmgg4T2W4AUhPXeR0AjuEN3vMoWUFcXPiQf5c6vI4yI8MFAb01/s200/graciela+iturbide+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401556771723841314" border="0" /></a>The city of Colma is the only city in the Bay Area that has more dead people than alive. So goes the joke. In an overcast day in August, we find ourselves alone in this city of the dead, save for a large flock of pigeons that circle us with military precision. Immediately I am reminded of <a href="http://alkek.library.txstate.edu/swwc/wg/exhibits/Iturbide/">Graciela Iturbide's</a> birds (left); in Iturbide's world, the companions of mortality. All around us, the winged, crowned and dolorous icons of Catholicism keep vigil over the stillness, forever frozen in mournful repose.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYSG5YZ8P_5KINBDJDmXDeGKJlyxcnj6LPjj60C6u_Bv_cdiM-9jwQlVYtcw2XIQeOCrKVigspD0-XWk_Oyzs_mtJtMqkq7eAtxvgXCB5GwSXPNsUidm9L352l5Mq1wLyDhFOzoLHzanOw/s1600-h/Flickrmeetaug4+052.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYSG5YZ8P_5KINBDJDmXDeGKJlyxcnj6LPjj60C6u_Bv_cdiM-9jwQlVYtcw2XIQeOCrKVigspD0-XWk_Oyzs_mtJtMqkq7eAtxvgXCB5GwSXPNsUidm9L352l5Mq1wLyDhFOzoLHzanOw/s200/Flickrmeetaug4+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401561578118699202" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxgPictTAHpnqSX3_QFBdsdecD7czJgWZcr33lWCw3HCXKKuuf8NIWnDENwsrUmhVfUWsGuLMmEb4owXS4fzYvmu6wohrQhV-4h0f4nUIurZ7MKyu1xDb65q5JYEVGVJWMXBgLF_QxUVVy/s1600-h/Flickrmeetaug4+108.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxgPictTAHpnqSX3_QFBdsdecD7czJgWZcr33lWCw3HCXKKuuf8NIWnDENwsrUmhVfUWsGuLMmEb4owXS4fzYvmu6wohrQhV-4h0f4nUIurZ7MKyu1xDb65q5JYEVGVJWMXBgLF_QxUVVy/s200/Flickrmeetaug4+108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401561665180126738" border="0" /></a>This is where it all ends, I say to myself, not with regret or irony. Everywhere, signs of life. More precisely, signs of lives lived. As mother, father, husband, wife, lover, sibling, child. On the grass, a wayward tombstone reads "Mother". Whose mother, it does not say; perhaps mothers everywhere, mother eternal.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLrCuaryWJi5atTtXmn6HQz4xSlfleUjp21PMn17CyEcWTJuvPR_LwBXmMxcjD3NxDelHZsN7_MYKdWm_dK6FPopO8lmPt3VbwP1Qgte31Nn1LWrXgPHzRFmOuSwdbrVDZHRqZjhZVuNMP/s1600-h/Flickrmeetaug4+147.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLrCuaryWJi5atTtXmn6HQz4xSlfleUjp21PMn17CyEcWTJuvPR_LwBXmMxcjD3NxDelHZsN7_MYKdWm_dK6FPopO8lmPt3VbwP1Qgte31Nn1LWrXgPHzRFmOuSwdbrVDZHRqZjhZVuNMP/s200/Flickrmeetaug4+147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401564415920134210" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4oXCMEXlnFnV-0BdUVv8QcDl5saMn4xb0r4hZTpzJYDPQIJC3AHSH4Y-1wtCt3mmH2d1kzz33Fx6RbK2KaLe1qx_WMFMd5x5bnhIV9ySYKTDAZCKkYF5p3un2SIjK9jxaXTr_pwJo4mVk/s1600-h/Flickrmeetaug4+057+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4oXCMEXlnFnV-0BdUVv8QcDl5saMn4xb0r4hZTpzJYDPQIJC3AHSH4Y-1wtCt3mmH2d1kzz33Fx6RbK2KaLe1qx_WMFMd5x5bnhIV9ySYKTDAZCKkYF5p3un2SIjK9jxaXTr_pwJo4mVk/s200/Flickrmeetaug4+057+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401564510306399522" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh9_7koRr7tGu-FE9LxwQix6BQ1n6V07OgzAoY5hhYbw4JlfWjtAhIclHBKmlgOvg4ThPo4Rg__EgXiHM2T62DS2CBz3yBqGQ0yGATwXyuLfWQoDvjN13Gx3QxP-WIotyVbaFvWlZVmFKs/s1600-h/Flickrmeetaug4+090.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh9_7koRr7tGu-FE9LxwQix6BQ1n6V07OgzAoY5hhYbw4JlfWjtAhIclHBKmlgOvg4ThPo4Rg__EgXiHM2T62DS2CBz3yBqGQ0yGATwXyuLfWQoDvjN13Gx3QxP-WIotyVbaFvWlZVmFKs/s200/Flickrmeetaug4+090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401568877579658498" border="0" /></a>A magnificently winged Archangel Michael stands on high like a decorated general, one finger pointing at the heavens. Has he come to chastise the dead or shepherd his minions for one last battle for the ages? On one headstone we stage a tableau of the left-behind, a portrait of a lover's grief, disbelief and recrimination.<br /><br />Everywhere, portraits from many lifetimes ago frozen in shiny medallions. For the most part, Italian faces of all ages, rendered beautifully in studio duotones that have outlived their sitters. The repeated gazing at portrait after portrait unnerves me. These staring eyes from centuries past, now dead eyes, recall the hair-raising scene from Alejandro Amenábar's movie, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Others-Two-Disc-Collectors-Nicole-Kidman/dp/B00003CYLJ">The Others</a>, when the housekeeper reveals the truth to Nicole Kidman about a sheaf of photographs of people who are ostensibly asleep: "They're all dead, mum."<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Graciela Iturbide, <span style="font-style: italic;">The Bird Man</span>, Nayarit, Mexico, 1984.</span>eman59http://www.blogger.com/profile/12086215573993124725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596571161702909656.post-69347816587525703602009-11-04T20:45:00.000-08:002009-11-09T03:08:25.052-08:00"nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB0wcE6k3XtLTPxEVoASf6rHAL70t6bhrx2_3CXJWxQWQZMaUoQ83x5Ga35dY7t9pboZ1X6c-a5lkSqmDivxNo7UA5je8Dw_ri12wt8Ew5-P7vwPUkh728p25mZw8y6Y2VytMms2N6jGlr/s1600-h/2326466846_aa4a887c32_b(2).jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB0wcE6k3XtLTPxEVoASf6rHAL70t6bhrx2_3CXJWxQWQZMaUoQ83x5Ga35dY7t9pboZ1X6c-a5lkSqmDivxNo7UA5je8Dw_ri12wt8Ew5-P7vwPUkh728p25mZw8y6Y2VytMms2N6jGlr/s400/2326466846_aa4a887c32_b(2).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400476377887877330" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Untitled, </span>Oakland, March 2008.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiODiir1QVdaAYqbMzywyPAtIJOeILqP_EFzkwidks6Rg5PIrS9hh8ggLhM4fzFY8DPA-31gY7u-6mLP53SB_q2-vLZNjjJZH832x2tLr14ThpfHNr83kAIwoEgxrZKteEFHPdeZeaO0jNO/s1600-h/1079041562_79eed54eb9_b(3).jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiODiir1QVdaAYqbMzywyPAtIJOeILqP_EFzkwidks6Rg5PIrS9hh8ggLhM4fzFY8DPA-31gY7u-6mLP53SB_q2-vLZNjjJZH832x2tLr14ThpfHNr83kAIwoEgxrZKteEFHPdeZeaO0jNO/s200/1079041562_79eed54eb9_b(3).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400476601776233842" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYu03pP8r8nyVT4rKIuJ8QvIrR_vykpxcw-MoXfMkfnuqhH5x0H45btRfg9Wtnu5Y7SP9B3UnQ7_4Wnc2qD4M1AJr2_OkAuPaocx8X0K5cDermWW2AH6z3ArZfusNOhjitnu68QNsH93Jb/s1600-h/1371247792_09efc62109_b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYu03pP8r8nyVT4rKIuJ8QvIrR_vykpxcw-MoXfMkfnuqhH5x0H45btRfg9Wtnu5Y7SP9B3UnQ7_4Wnc2qD4M1AJr2_OkAuPaocx8X0K5cDermWW2AH6z3ArZfusNOhjitnu68QNsH93Jb/s200/1371247792_09efc62109_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400480689927660242" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgD9n-tkj15HlWEgxpdmQ41r_aigEkRDLAg-j5zVJpo8M4EzPwF0Z9gg2WRJl0s9wD_3hL26RhG9-uItdpSx03bZUGA0dT3aYIKsDY9LivN6AcCd-60f9ZAUC6i-udXQlsy8_4T0lKMJaZ/s1600-h/505584163_8b51a1684a_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgD9n-tkj15HlWEgxpdmQ41r_aigEkRDLAg-j5zVJpo8M4EzPwF0Z9gg2WRJl0s9wD_3hL26RhG9-uItdpSx03bZUGA0dT3aYIKsDY9LivN6AcCd-60f9ZAUC6i-udXQlsy8_4T0lKMJaZ/s200/505584163_8b51a1684a_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400476992405134786" border="0" /></a>My wife's laughter is as abundant as her hydrangeas. She laughs to my camera (and at my high jinks) without reservation. Her eyes are shaped like Simone Signoret's eyes. They are a smokey shade of hazel that become iridescent in the light. But every time she laughs, those wonderful eyes turn to slits like a child's drawing of Asian eyes, and I have picture after picture of my wife, laughing, with slits for eyes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjG5mNRMGv2TPUW2H2Xm09x-juhEzG3Yh8qBOHz7ztXJVpnVCyamfSHwG99r5X2jpjzKFOE1dPRhJpZeT-QJD00sZWt20WzRJeo6lrTz6N_er5Afv6v3W6Mm2rAVfvH3pnxq3IM_wXTo2S/s1600-h/1764932045_6504b53257_b(2).jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjG5mNRMGv2TPUW2H2Xm09x-juhEzG3Yh8qBOHz7ztXJVpnVCyamfSHwG99r5X2jpjzKFOE1dPRhJpZeT-QJD00sZWt20WzRJeo6lrTz6N_er5Afv6v3W6Mm2rAVfvH3pnxq3IM_wXTo2S/s200/1764932045_6504b53257_b(2).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400494348248742642" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7oFRtlzsa1ADhoWYuTIpBRM3b92Wc5KzEZ09JcyxFcGjLk8q-jsdBCOgbiWsCZ31GbOjnUjg5cTCjGZILNaGFZOrzPHoiSbKT64UGcKunQgUQS2JzUYbxRmFkGyeg-ZY2kj5r2cBiPhyB/s1600-h/1399914617_8c5f97517e_b(2).jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7oFRtlzsa1ADhoWYuTIpBRM3b92Wc5KzEZ09JcyxFcGjLk8q-jsdBCOgbiWsCZ31GbOjnUjg5cTCjGZILNaGFZOrzPHoiSbKT64UGcKunQgUQS2JzUYbxRmFkGyeg-ZY2kj5r2cBiPhyB/s200/1399914617_8c5f97517e_b(2).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400494462912419154" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc7v14G0YTKJDVe2rFhuu5cUmsRn-r2jlJ8KvBZ7ZR3gjzgiVFpbpnimdotiMVdkGnDizPwyf98YPIjDRrnK3nnCiuvOv4q7dHs9_uab9jxAovst_HS29WL86zg7RtroLrmy3gjI0U-jTu/s1600-h/1978271879_1e1951975a_b(2).jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc7v14G0YTKJDVe2rFhuu5cUmsRn-r2jlJ8KvBZ7ZR3gjzgiVFpbpnimdotiMVdkGnDizPwyf98YPIjDRrnK3nnCiuvOv4q7dHs9_uab9jxAovst_HS29WL86zg7RtroLrmy3gjI0U-jTu/s200/1978271879_1e1951975a_b(2).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400511888710950642" border="0" /></a>In the e.e. cummings poem that is the title of this post, he wrote: "your slightest look easily will unclose me / though i have closed myself as fingers." The journey with my wife has unclosed many rooms within me that were once shut tightly, the most formidable of which was the capacity to give <span style="font-style: italic;">and to enjoy</span> affection. Her ebullience unwinds me, her lightness of spirit tempers my ponderousness, she is as patient with me as she is with her wisterias which, to my compulsive mind, take forever to bloom. I am relaxed in her presence. Ours is an easygoing friendship that has evolved into an easygoing marriage. She indulges my many neuroses, including this blog, and the camera that is always attached to my face.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghRy_W4sBEkT7tQL6N4-FFtYk6qO2454umWrodkbG78kwBPQSDBRGHpBrOVyuRCnFTsxmtIY90iiYNQtVj1zmosetjvRQRDphllJvZjYNrLivN9OnrpnqGo8MckKkZyqbRrFbdYrtYIOIN/s1600-h/3176767930_cd44ba5876_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghRy_W4sBEkT7tQL6N4-FFtYk6qO2454umWrodkbG78kwBPQSDBRGHpBrOVyuRCnFTsxmtIY90iiYNQtVj1zmosetjvRQRDphllJvZjYNrLivN9OnrpnqGo8MckKkZyqbRrFbdYrtYIOIN/s200/3176767930_cd44ba5876_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400512270147835026" border="0" /></a>When we first lived together in New York, we heard this song by Jerome Kern and decreed that it will be our song. Twenty years into our marriage, with one child grown into manhood, what we then fancied in jest upon listening to the song has taken on the spirit of a place that is suddenly within arm's reach. And I be damned if I don't take her there.<br /><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;">Someday we'll build a home on a hilltop high</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You and I, shiny and new</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Cottage that two can fill</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And we'll be pleased to be called</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The folks who live on the hill</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Our verandah will command a view of meadows green</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The sort of view that seems to want to be seen</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And when our kids grow up and leave us</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">We sit and look at that same old view</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Just we two, Darby and Joan</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Who used to be Jack and Jill</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The folks who like to be called</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">What they have always been called</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The folks who live on the hill</span><br /></blockquote><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq-6chwQobA-WKD8JOfV5R4x7BPAWuiiatVQILmD8spCJBTSz0fZCN13YqHVO13N3cC-o_Os63Gr1GmLEunK4ADhuckrCZ_oCh3K0AcHCPL2rfzriyYsr_FUz2GHdOAAu9MAa21iP32tj5/s1600-h/1084781812_27b3e2c62c_b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq-6chwQobA-WKD8JOfV5R4x7BPAWuiiatVQILmD8spCJBTSz0fZCN13YqHVO13N3cC-o_Os63Gr1GmLEunK4ADhuckrCZ_oCh3K0AcHCPL2rfzriyYsr_FUz2GHdOAAu9MAa21iP32tj5/s200/1084781812_27b3e2c62c_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400515043245540242" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9VlsLyTItcOhvMmu1D3oFLcF3NVZEgxHcEV2xW3cKvoNxR-ihQWCcD8ed08CY5PpExpJ2eoIp5xpwCfWa0a8ayyuVH_YTqL8u1PLeEWlll8eKpxYYZQK0fTt7eZY_mWul6yMcr7v8we6w/s1600-h/459531842_b54fcafd5c_b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9VlsLyTItcOhvMmu1D3oFLcF3NVZEgxHcEV2xW3cKvoNxR-ihQWCcD8ed08CY5PpExpJ2eoIp5xpwCfWa0a8ayyuVH_YTqL8u1PLeEWlll8eKpxYYZQK0fTt7eZY_mWul6yMcr7v8we6w/s200/459531842_b54fcafd5c_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400476852607547042" border="0" /></a>eman59http://www.blogger.com/profile/12086215573993124725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596571161702909656.post-81377357311382282192009-11-04T19:03:00.000-08:002009-11-04T19:04:04.242-08:00We interrupt this blog . . .... to bring you Billy Bell.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyicKh012QkLgbWHfUFMMGpQOG-5FEXFDTKoHnWZn8MMIH8HfyMjV1p_1tf5I4yp1ogz4f9664buy-QK5Xrhg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>eman59http://www.blogger.com/profile/12086215573993124725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596571161702909656.post-89583668197295286662009-11-04T12:46:00.000-08:002009-11-05T01:22:09.709-08:00Is that a Leica in my trivet?<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" >OBJECTS OF DESIRE</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjqSe7X9rFDjmmdpFlelBTInFIYmkjgLow7uxLfiStV6knICfnPa-Kavg6TJAZ21GrSLnqcPSau2khHLAxM40J9LXd5GZXMoePw0Q5IMZxtV0tzPuB-uGnTl_olPs_ixoephUOOBwOKe5x/s1600-h/elsasam.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjqSe7X9rFDjmmdpFlelBTInFIYmkjgLow7uxLfiStV6knICfnPa-Kavg6TJAZ21GrSLnqcPSau2khHLAxM40J9LXd5GZXMoePw0Q5IMZxtV0tzPuB-uGnTl_olPs_ixoephUOOBwOKe5x/s400/elsasam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400352785248537362" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjztvUt8sXos6UqT4AeRzJd-3A7C9IX5gmbv-lAutft3gyzwyMNsla8ZQKB4Ce7Sn3wP6wfCU8pnzuxTYx1G4Y7kIjrnMyrfyC4x75lWD1KS2h0LDFsvDR_IcO-TiR_zhuppY_O_pHyanqN/s1600-h/SNAG-0185+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjztvUt8sXos6UqT4AeRzJd-3A7C9IX5gmbv-lAutft3gyzwyMNsla8ZQKB4Ce7Sn3wP6wfCU8pnzuxTYx1G4Y7kIjrnMyrfyC4x75lWD1KS2h0LDFsvDR_IcO-TiR_zhuppY_O_pHyanqN/s200/SNAG-0185+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400352924884793762" border="0" /></a>I stumbled upon these awesome ceramic thingies in <a href="http://www.dwell.com/products/ceramic-trivets.html">Dwell Magazine</a> and found myself compulsively calling Portland, Oregon, to order trivets. (What <span style="font-style: italic;">are</span> trivets?) Whatever it is, it has a vintage Leica on its shiny face and shall occupy a place of honor on my computer desk. These wonderfully witty ceramic wares come from <a href="http://www.elsasam.com/index.php?s=camera">Elsa+Sam</a>, a dishware boutique in Portland. If you call them, you may likely talk to Elsa herself, who is extremely friendly and helpful.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD-zFxQQQuXbzpgPfrv0xPjWBZaa1dp2_ZT7pjZeinOejvwUvwe9vi2WOEij0qeYyHfAyr7O-dByHfSpsqyyzuMdgiaZAhvysAtzoIvPvCJoJ1L4ff9Mh4za5kyOG-DZJFtM2CQJBuUd5x/s1600-h/nakedmar08.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD-zFxQQQuXbzpgPfrv0xPjWBZaa1dp2_ZT7pjZeinOejvwUvwe9vi2WOEij0qeYyHfAyr7O-dByHfSpsqyyzuMdgiaZAhvysAtzoIvPvCJoJ1L4ff9Mh4za5kyOG-DZJFtM2CQJBuUd5x/s200/nakedmar08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400360901932262306" border="0" /></a>The designs can be customized, mixed and matched. I had the Leica image superimposed on the orange background of the scooter trivet. And Elsa said that I can have the camera printed on almost anything. What a grand idea! I also liked the trivet with the Bialetti Moka espresso teapot, one of the world's best inventions, and ordered that too. And the typewriter trivet, of course, which reminded me of David Cronenberg's <span style="font-style: italic;">Naked Lunch</span> poster.eman59http://www.blogger.com/profile/12086215573993124725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596571161702909656.post-73343360433529198942009-11-01T12:56:00.001-08:002009-11-01T12:58:00.356-08:00Portrait from open train door<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxjodkjLMv4YlafibQW-wYqsPjLU0Aepi-0yCNelakAB_-KRtsjKqBy2jr_r519bEcem13LuRWAdSe3nekOO8SieKUasaasTX4lUKf2nHmfyF2OphIMSudu9THnrjpaHQj2egvZiP3MbLo/s1600-h/Picture+592+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxjodkjLMv4YlafibQW-wYqsPjLU0Aepi-0yCNelakAB_-KRtsjKqBy2jr_r519bEcem13LuRWAdSe3nekOO8SieKUasaasTX4lUKf2nHmfyF2OphIMSudu9THnrjpaHQj2egvZiP3MbLo/s400/Picture+592+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399242051270741970" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Portraits from open train doors,</span> Civic Center BART, October 2009.eman59http://www.blogger.com/profile/12086215573993124725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596571161702909656.post-57110915672841063352009-10-21T01:02:00.000-07:002009-10-21T01:03:39.976-07:00Taken today<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqblQbbdJAvIvlPn0ab9LGnscoRjC-uIN7zVoKtvWfJ8F4yGpbpJLXfE02XpjamVakx0k79PRvgV_8znibbNpM5AU3oAgjZJjCa24IhkChxHbnKKcSLJZ8U-MCt-skyVWk4HpYdCn9a2Ih/s1600-h/Picture+522+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqblQbbdJAvIvlPn0ab9LGnscoRjC-uIN7zVoKtvWfJ8F4yGpbpJLXfE02XpjamVakx0k79PRvgV_8znibbNpM5AU3oAgjZJjCa24IhkChxHbnKKcSLJZ8U-MCt-skyVWk4HpYdCn9a2Ih/s400/Picture+522+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394960647226785842" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Untitled</span>, Embarcadero BART Station, San Francisco, October 2009.</span>eman59http://www.blogger.com/profile/12086215573993124725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596571161702909656.post-62411532869858614302009-10-14T22:14:00.001-07:002009-10-17T13:04:27.942-07:00Voyeur: getting close from a distance<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPD9HfEmE6lC6TBPf0_o9Fx2yyswGSi6xSgrOptX8IMgIxu5VU9ayrnNFDE3Rfga2MSOlwQ9EBQ4tN-4uSEGtUjFczcDzukz2bnFDxOyrLFZmtvfyhuo6kg5U5j8JYQhsa0-WpGRirQt8a/s1600-h/1416525922_f556ea8c93_b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPD9HfEmE6lC6TBPf0_o9Fx2yyswGSi6xSgrOptX8IMgIxu5VU9ayrnNFDE3Rfga2MSOlwQ9EBQ4tN-4uSEGtUjFczcDzukz2bnFDxOyrLFZmtvfyhuo6kg5U5j8JYQhsa0-WpGRirQt8a/s400/1416525922_f556ea8c93_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392694848504569682" border="0" /></a><br />Untitled, San Francisco, September 2007.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwjADHdvhjwqWai7wCiCmo19Ty5ZN-pglO-yvtGKimr9DazSouCVCrlj0yd0zR6Ih-9kKUMc7aHcMPTMNQ1gcLlkmU83ieah1AL1rtah4CG6cXcUFXbbesLs-GVLtqVg7zumZiJpn51lq_/s1600-h/2461487050_a4b48b6de4_b(2).jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwjADHdvhjwqWai7wCiCmo19Ty5ZN-pglO-yvtGKimr9DazSouCVCrlj0yd0zR6Ih-9kKUMc7aHcMPTMNQ1gcLlkmU83ieah1AL1rtah4CG6cXcUFXbbesLs-GVLtqVg7zumZiJpn51lq_/s200/2461487050_a4b48b6de4_b(2).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392691489719263970" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghxfV_mJvarWeA624DlgkaPTY_AA6FfuWKjaYSCyTR03pzr1Evs-TS774RC9PsSUSdne2HIQxrwp-PZQTsvrGFlhG10kK_WHZ9jRr1nZea9WSpGtNvUQUeUmbwm0CTXeYVStBxVUDgLu0p/s1600-h/883936906_05a6a90b89_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 161px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghxfV_mJvarWeA624DlgkaPTY_AA6FfuWKjaYSCyTR03pzr1Evs-TS774RC9PsSUSdne2HIQxrwp-PZQTsvrGFlhG10kK_WHZ9jRr1nZea9WSpGtNvUQUeUmbwm0CTXeYVStBxVUDgLu0p/s200/883936906_05a6a90b89_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392696524663661602" border="0" /></a>I admit: I'm a voyeur; not by design but by happenstance. Any person who spends time like I do to observe humanity on the street is bound to become privy to intimacies displayed on the street. These publicly displayed intimacies are compelling subjects for me (what can be more human than affection?); and for a few seconds my camera and I become arm's-length participants in a private moment between non-complicit subjects, a third wheel, an intruder. In short, a voyeur.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVHxnzpfD56DTIMogCsmeNLiB3_CyimcmPa6mKRRvaDeoujK0u4TKs2sj9znd7tlrZuTMEbcNvQ8sZ-TRriEUYpb0oZEwF7-KlnUlnCJJBtq01u1um4hezyvIqXXxapNxXNisnAnNug-YR/s1600-h/Untitled-Scanned-06.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVHxnzpfD56DTIMogCsmeNLiB3_CyimcmPa6mKRRvaDeoujK0u4TKs2sj9znd7tlrZuTMEbcNvQ8sZ-TRriEUYpb0oZEwF7-KlnUlnCJJBtq01u1um4hezyvIqXXxapNxXNisnAnNug-YR/s200/Untitled-Scanned-06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393329116759359378" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrwQLzLv1BE2cVmxn9Y6IxxGRXEuEeWUSNzk21DusE55GUun9bNUuJrcD5X7YBdUt36QowUNCfjdZJkzHBSYwNzF5M4HuhiNZx_t2uZButeyskh5ArEE-mxu0sc0JV2Igrmhk3funCfjde/s1600-h/Untitled-Scanned-03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrwQLzLv1BE2cVmxn9Y6IxxGRXEuEeWUSNzk21DusE55GUun9bNUuJrcD5X7YBdUt36QowUNCfjdZJkzHBSYwNzF5M4HuhiNZx_t2uZButeyskh5ArEE-mxu0sc0JV2Igrmhk3funCfjde/s200/Untitled-Scanned-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393450751604028882" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ21YQYyeUjVClGYCKjuvN0kIXVjxjktgOoSxOHP90cFMTr20mb7c9dDebtRqkzPmoG2D8Z_O96IYcE3thlv1dYwNK-MnqzSNHXgkC_lebjKIMyMl0j49jeO9hopfkfWPHaW1vnLHAFxma/s1600-h/Untitled-Scanned-01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ21YQYyeUjVClGYCKjuvN0kIXVjxjktgOoSxOHP90cFMTr20mb7c9dDebtRqkzPmoG2D8Z_O96IYcE3thlv1dYwNK-MnqzSNHXgkC_lebjKIMyMl0j49jeO9hopfkfWPHaW1vnLHAFxma/s200/Untitled-Scanned-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393329195449663410" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiODqWkWg4t1jSkQvYV451swvSQCPhptwTJPKHmVhwaDoaXDeCzvonYukEY1KeFD5ImlIC0einFRn9VQcPbx-WaJWZ3TXsZpX1OshSYv-Hn1expjL1_TMgw4kuH9xgMZYKeIGqKT1pF9dDH/s1600-h/Untitled-Scanned-11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiODqWkWg4t1jSkQvYV451swvSQCPhptwTJPKHmVhwaDoaXDeCzvonYukEY1KeFD5ImlIC0einFRn9VQcPbx-WaJWZ3TXsZpX1OshSYv-Hn1expjL1_TMgw4kuH9xgMZYKeIGqKT1pF9dDH/s200/Untitled-Scanned-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393450888429010754" border="0" /></a>A delectable book on peeping-tommery, entitled, what else, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Voyeur-Melcher-Media/dp/0060195223/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1255634056&sr=1-1">Voyeur</a>, traces photography's long history and inevitable relationship with voyeurism in its many forms. From photography's earliest days, circa 1910, heads turn (the photographer's included) when a woman accidentally exposes a leg as she boards the tram, and her skirt gathers tightly to shape a most un-Victorian bum. Lartigue's sunbathers may or may not be aware of his camera, and that is the point. As critic Luc Sante wrote in his afterword to the book, "our very speculation on the matter itself [is] an additional voyeuristic seasoning." As cameras became smaller, the watchful eye entered the most private sanctums to capture the most private of acts, as in Henri Cartier-Bresson's shaky picture (blame a quivering mattress I suppose) of a Mexican couple entwined in bed. Bruce Davison's picture says more about the leering patrons than the stripper herself, a wry comment on the ludicrousness of voyeurism itself.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc-We6eGAgBLSdRcVWuuqgCz1Ga1aE7aYHUpDKM7VcAN2eD7EQg6e0Le5NIKPGvtySVBiXgzrWMwv5tALZTTXWYkiR2p2PKwRzQR4fodZoJhh2IHRLybr8dNzdtwvMpRIZZFvYpEWfMwcI/s1600-h/Untitled-Scanned-04.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc-We6eGAgBLSdRcVWuuqgCz1Ga1aE7aYHUpDKM7VcAN2eD7EQg6e0Le5NIKPGvtySVBiXgzrWMwv5tALZTTXWYkiR2p2PKwRzQR4fodZoJhh2IHRLybr8dNzdtwvMpRIZZFvYpEWfMwcI/s200/Untitled-Scanned-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393489356494179346" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE3wRWAPbOeA1qRyYkxcmNCw_3TkyFdHpfqT0meohI6zgodZxinxc3YtUbCUIquydhLJXJnxaVhoHtEjF-gMWzFwNJ2TIE1SXiI0MlscepHx52pXVWMO2UiZPyo2tTL7m7na0w6awWMsf6/s1600-h/Untitled-Scanned-05.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE3wRWAPbOeA1qRyYkxcmNCw_3TkyFdHpfqT0meohI6zgodZxinxc3YtUbCUIquydhLJXJnxaVhoHtEjF-gMWzFwNJ2TIE1SXiI0MlscepHx52pXVWMO2UiZPyo2tTL7m7na0w6awWMsf6/s200/Untitled-Scanned-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393489413968579378" border="0" /></a>Luc Sante noted wonderfully that blackmailers and private detectives assigned to divorce cases -- the rogues of pulp fiction novels -- practiced the purest form of voyeuristic photography. Nowadays we have the paparazzi, who wreak havoc on the lives of celebrities with their telephoto lenses in order to titillate the masses. The picture of Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor in an adulterous clinch in Italy spawned a scandal, two divorces, threats of excommunication from the Vatican, and happily for Liz, two weddings to Dick. Jackie Onassis' bikini photo taken in Skorpios Island was the precursor to her infamous topless sunbathing pictures, which caused legions to cry foul and <span style="font-style: italic;">Hustler</span> publisher Larry Flynt to laugh all the way to the bank.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYMNsODovDy9yrTqIBZW5Ge0s1gTY8q_o4bPcEuGS0lQQcN3lay1n3iefEc2fOgr_CCyHdiHbhOBlUTASlPXy3b3Q2rrfS-RUZY1tGQGHlRFdchVxgqef6ohAiWv2b4fJjYvdVWCobUN7w/s1600-h/Untitled-Scanned-08.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYMNsODovDy9yrTqIBZW5Ge0s1gTY8q_o4bPcEuGS0lQQcN3lay1n3iefEc2fOgr_CCyHdiHbhOBlUTASlPXy3b3Q2rrfS-RUZY1tGQGHlRFdchVxgqef6ohAiWv2b4fJjYvdVWCobUN7w/s200/Untitled-Scanned-08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393620128182989602" border="0" /></a>Behind every voyeuristic image is an anxious photographer in cloak-and-dagger mode, wracked by anxiety, the thrill of the kill, even ethical conflict. The high pressure (and oftentimes illicit) moment can result in blurry and unusually framed pictures. Behind Velio Cioni's image of a Roman brothel is a photographer shooting from the hip as he lurks in the shadows, fearful of being caught.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNNMJZAPZFrYQlwV19LaXfp7yWlUd7paaQhMhVDHGG-ILmYrW72EbO4LOWscy4qxBJUcAxR3INsv6gnn-K3DfsjSveuc8NmjzFZxpjCDvHW9gT_WUUl0Rt6twSj1tu64ZTTbRqY8YLdO8I/s1600-h/Untitled-Scanned-07.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNNMJZAPZFrYQlwV19LaXfp7yWlUd7paaQhMhVDHGG-ILmYrW72EbO4LOWscy4qxBJUcAxR3INsv6gnn-K3DfsjSveuc8NmjzFZxpjCDvHW9gT_WUUl0Rt6twSj1tu64ZTTbRqY8YLdO8I/s200/Untitled-Scanned-07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393628194153437826" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcFn-Oi1XUUwUksmLy5Wwe0y-OdRsTtOAkP6xsCJbD7BkyHgEej5cdMobNXohwml3yyDxffYT9WL2-Q3KrcOisvX1rRUV5RGNaHw3kqf22LFdhC5BXvMs8Gy_u0YWPmrx9uemqYW4xPgNk/s1600-h/Untitled-Scanned-02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcFn-Oi1XUUwUksmLy5Wwe0y-OdRsTtOAkP6xsCJbD7BkyHgEej5cdMobNXohwml3yyDxffYT9WL2-Q3KrcOisvX1rRUV5RGNaHw3kqf22LFdhC5BXvMs8Gy_u0YWPmrx9uemqYW4xPgNk/s200/Untitled-Scanned-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393628336836751362" border="0" /></a>One can almost imagine the photographer shushing the dog as he snaps a picture of its mistress' resplendent rump. Larry Clark, in his book <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Tulsa-Larry-Clark/dp/0802137482/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1255802120&sr=8-1">Tulsa</a>, chronicled the intimate lives of his teenage subjects as they spiraled through angst, sex, drugs and guns. His subjects were totally complicit and allowed Clark to take his revealing and often graphic images of them. But in the picture on the right, Clark keeps his distance, an unusual choice for him, and lends the image a decidedly voyeuristic and illicit quality.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Ciw3dS-g5bCNt9DLp_vOs3JKYpf3RWPPakePREYOsHXSD2vw2l9kJYCh1CIiBki1ksl1GJA3bfgyT9CP_Wgvzxavos9dKB5Yf085KtOObIqH6t_qiHV_plagVICQRb-OYwDzB_jT2cJO/s1600-h/KoheiYoshiyuki_32_Untitled,-1972-8752.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Ciw3dS-g5bCNt9DLp_vOs3JKYpf3RWPPakePREYOsHXSD2vw2l9kJYCh1CIiBki1ksl1GJA3bfgyT9CP_Wgvzxavos9dKB5Yf085KtOObIqH6t_qiHV_plagVICQRb-OYwDzB_jT2cJO/s200/KoheiYoshiyuki_32_Untitled,-1972-8752.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393634641597194050" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmTj04GbY0IBXmQ8sbFywJVegZHPscz22MoZwoVmNW6Svh5ptl7o4fhqBMUqfDfKYVCJu-P-Mz5C-VSGvtSWIJjz69C5i1-eVicBJpSWWvAqM82gXjg8oFhWT7xwdvh-i_QXLEuE3UGmpY/s1600-h/6a00d8341c514053ef0120a530c75a970b-800wi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmTj04GbY0IBXmQ8sbFywJVegZHPscz22MoZwoVmNW6Svh5ptl7o4fhqBMUqfDfKYVCJu-P-Mz5C-VSGvtSWIJjz69C5i1-eVicBJpSWWvAqM82gXjg8oFhWT7xwdvh-i_QXLEuE3UGmpY/s200/6a00d8341c514053ef0120a530c75a970b-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393634567404108162" border="0" /></a>Perhaps no other body of work deals <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj18oW4a_z3XcHC3atlL6OLXp6EmDl-65Zar8JZw7FfNOK9f5648-i4HRW7hAzpiELNx4GzrCOlF7wv1Xqh8DhafIGeuj2gWtVCm7BtNRvYs5H3zce49UssfGwoWuzAuYhayv2y2oKolRFG/s1600-h/kohei-yoshiyuki.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj18oW4a_z3XcHC3atlL6OLXp6EmDl-65Zar8JZw7FfNOK9f5648-i4HRW7hAzpiELNx4GzrCOlF7wv1Xqh8DhafIGeuj2gWtVCm7BtNRvYs5H3zce49UssfGwoWuzAuYhayv2y2oKolRFG/s200/kohei-yoshiyuki.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393653270437112642" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjseMX9xTfUQE8J5hGqMGUcjd3OcqbqUdS44BtXhBmUyQSZJj7ho718E0PCEk3LOB0GW4QELQyQZt7yWlxmk5udwFYjMg5JhRz8LrSile1mpV-cTCAJbTXm3kveTPKGdXsw5PMPUAOBYaJE/s1600-h/HMBasdCVfopurqjfVKsMo1Lxo1_500.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjseMX9xTfUQE8J5hGqMGUcjd3OcqbqUdS44BtXhBmUyQSZJj7ho718E0PCEk3LOB0GW4QELQyQZt7yWlxmk5udwFYjMg5JhRz8LrSile1mpV-cTCAJbTXm3kveTPKGdXsw5PMPUAOBYaJE/s200/HMBasdCVfopurqjfVKsMo1Lxo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393635854718232770" border="0" /></a>more squarely with the subject of voyeurism than Japanese photographer Kohei Yoshiyuki's <span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Park-Kohei-Yoshiyuki/dp/3775720855/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1255803585&sr=8-1">The Park</a>. </span><span> In the 1970s, Yoshiyuki prowled Tokyo's public parks with his camera, flash and infrared film to capture the nocturnal and clandestine sex, both gay and straight, that took place on the park grounds. </span><span>The controversial</span><span> series, which was exhibited at the time underground and at one point almost destroyed by the photographer, gained renewed interest more than 20 years later after being championed by critics and other photographers.<br /><br /></span><span>A curious aspect of the park phenomenon are the spectators who lurk like predators behind bushes to spy on the couples, and sometimes force themselves into the action. Yoshiyuki takes as much interest in this act of voyeurism as the actual sex that is taking place, a photographic voyeur stalking sexual voyeurs.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWh09tQPmQyyp9ADQ_JtmpwtKsyjz339pgLBgUuOWXIEdPk7usUc7mYvxrtbRy9le3av2dFvR2Mbj02H_GPcsh2iVRV89hE_szQk3YNeqsJqT_iSn6GvF97Q9RHFEIA_DiRFONBZ3WQdIN/s1600-h/Untitled-Scanned-12.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWh09tQPmQyyp9ADQ_JtmpwtKsyjz339pgLBgUuOWXIEdPk7usUc7mYvxrtbRy9le3av2dFvR2Mbj02H_GPcsh2iVRV89hE_szQk3YNeqsJqT_iSn6GvF97Q9RHFEIA_DiRFONBZ3WQdIN/s200/Untitled-Scanned-12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393659475147392722" border="0" /></a>Finally, a post about voyeurism will not be complete without an image of a woman getting dressed while she is spied upon from the proverbial keyhole.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Unknown, <span style="font-style: italic;">Untitled</span>, circa 1910.<br />Henri Cartier-Bresson, <span style="font-style: italic;">Couple entwined on a bed</span>, Mexico, 1934.<br />Jacques Henri Lartigue, <span style="font-style: italic;">On deck of Dahu II, Bibi and Denis Grey</span>, July 1926.<br />Bruce Davison, <span style="font-style: italic;">Stripper</span>, California, 1965.<br />Marcello Geppetti, <span style="font-style: italic;">Liz Taylor and Ricard Burton</span>, Ischia, Italy, 1963.<br />Settimo Garritano, <span style="font-style: italic;">Jackie Onassis</span>, Greece, 1970.<br />Velio Cioni, <span style="font-style: italic;">Brothel in Via Mario de'Fiori</span>, Rome, 1958.<br />Roswitha Hecke, <span style="font-style: italic;">Airport</span>, Zurich, 1979.<br />Larry Clark, <span style="font-style: italic;">Untitled</span>, 1972.<br />Kohei Yoshiyuki, From <span style="font-style: italic;">The Park</span>, circa 1970.<br />Unknown, <span style="font-style: italic;">Untitled</span>, circa 1951</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span>eman59http://www.blogger.com/profile/12086215573993124725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596571161702909656.post-12624950641708063672009-10-11T15:02:00.000-07:002009-10-11T17:45:20.062-07:00Leica M9<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-AeU44p2wzTcZlFwbEFVtCUoiQxhgRTwWrHXqye2iMWCbtvPhwK6N0cWGr-UapProokXpMxbu1da9AS37h8dN0KSBgzXfPO3Hff5VCHvXfsPHSnPt0FapXn9givDYmcDVj4xCCMxLNl0U/s1600-h/SNAG-0094+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-AeU44p2wzTcZlFwbEFVtCUoiQxhgRTwWrHXqye2iMWCbtvPhwK6N0cWGr-UapProokXpMxbu1da9AS37h8dN0KSBgzXfPO3Hff5VCHvXfsPHSnPt0FapXn9givDYmcDVj4xCCMxLNl0U/s400/SNAG-0094+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391504079412649682" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The <a href="http://us.leica-camera.com/photography/m_system/m9/">Leica M9</a> is here and it's a beauty. The camera's full-frame sensor, the first of its kind among digital cameras, renders the full 35mm format (24x36mm) in high resolution. It has the look of the classic M, and offers a few welcome changes to its predecessor, the M8. Most notable are the handy ISO button, several shutter sound modes, and the ability to eliminate infrared light contamination without the use of an external filter. The video below gives a tour of the M9's new features. You can also read more about it in the <a href="http://m.leica-camera.com/home_en.html">special Leica website featurette</a>.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dynMuJJvUwEviZIMD7iYI2r_WL-rKgJ6zZRef2gOE166_Rtslm5GGMFHdZwrATVSKAJFuC_0_G5DB4gTv9BHQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>eman59http://www.blogger.com/profile/12086215573993124725noreply@blogger.com1