A couple weeks ago we visited The Woodlands, a city in Texas. One night I hauled out my tripod and camera to capture the tunnels in the city center. Through the curves of these tunnels, a river runs and people walk. And through these curves we see beyond to a different world.
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Portrait Early 1980’s
Portrait 2 Early 1980’s
Portrait 3 Early 1980’s
Portrait 4 Early 1980’s
In the early 1980’s, I was living in an old broken-down four-flat house across the street from the University of Wisconsin campus. My upstairs neighbor was an engineering student who was trying to start a portrait photography business. So he practiced with the student residents of the flat in order to perfect his craft for paying clients. I remember well his various efforts at backdrops and drapes and lighting, some of which was more successful than others. I remember too that after a photography session, he would run over to the dark room at the student union across the street where he would develop the negatives. Over a period of years, we all individually sat for his portraits, and he would make prints for us to see what we thought of his work . I would ask him for extra copies of some prints for my mother, but I never did anything with my copies feeling that it was too vain to hang them on my wall. So I put the prints and negatives in a box that I would lug along every time I moved over the years.
Last week I was rummaging in our basement and discovered these portraits in a large cardboard box. Some of the photos were mounted and some were loose, and they came in all different sizes. Along with the prints were all of the negatives and contact sheets. I had long forgotten the existence of these photos, and the box had been left sealed shut in basements of my homes for at least 20 or 30 years. I am amazing that all of the photos are in perfect condition with only one, shown in the gallery, showing a smudge on the mount.
Now that I am doing photography myself, I appreciate my neighbor’s skill in taking these photographs and developing them in the darkroom. I am going to try to locate him so that I can extend my thanks again after these many years. My finding the photos coincided with this week’s topic of “Faces” and I felt it would be fun to post them as a way of thanking my neighbor Steve.
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The reflections and half-light of a gondola ride through City Park, New Orleans brought to mind the lyrics of Santa Lucia, the Neapolitan song:
Now ‘neath the silver moon Ocean is glowing,
O’er the calm billows, soft winds are blowing.
Here balmy breezes blow, pure joys invite us,
And as we gently row, all things delight us.
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Gondola Ornament, NOLA
Gondola Captain, NOLA
Yesterday, I walked home through the French Quarter on an errand to pick up a fresh praline from Crescent City Cooks. and to photograph some interesting homes in the Quarter and Uptown neighborhoods. And then something about this street musician standing alone at the intersection of Bienville and Royal, away from the usual busker venue, caught my eye. Clearly a trained violinist, she played mournful classical tunes in return for dollar donations. While a pretty young woman, recent times have not been kind to her. She gave me permission to photograph her and I stayed awhile, taking in her passing sadness.
This week’s photo challenge stated, ” You can often tell my mood state just by looking at an image I took during that period of time,” quoting Danielle Hark. I thought about this and wondered what my photos of this street violinist say about me. When I look at the series of photos, I think the violinist caught a fleeting moment of sadness and isolation in me. But then I saw the expression of the young women in the photo below and knew that I had captured (and felt) more than sadness. It was a moment of happiness in playing the music and doing what you love.
Food for the Tribute
Playing the Blues at Tipitina, NOLA
We left the Wisconsin winter at its worst-freezing temperatures, fierce winds and snow to head south to NOLA. Yesterday just before sunset, we put on our warm-weather running clothes with the intention of a jog at Audubon Park. I brought along my camera to photograph some swans I had seen at the Park earlier in the week. Driving along Tchoupitoulas Street, however, I heard a band-a marching band! and saw a group of people assembling in the street outside Tipitinas, a music hall. I literally jumped out of the car to join the fun. Coming from the cold Midwest, nothing says spring to me like an outdoor gathering to hear music, enjoy good food while wearing a t-shirt and jeans instead of a winter coat. The Landry-Walker High School Marching Band was incredible. The tribute honored Jimmy Glickman, well-known in the NOLA music scene for his music store and generous sponsorships and assistance to aspiring musicians. Weekly Photo Challenge-Seasons
Jumping out of the car to see what’s going on.
PS I never did get to that jog!
The timelessness of this Frank Lloyd Wright inspired staircase and lighting offered a step back in time.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Time
At Louise’ BBQ in Mississippi, the pit master carefully grills the day’s pork.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Careful.”