Every year, on this day, August 6th, newspapers and media outlets write a piece on Hiroshima. On the first Atomic Bomb used outside of testing. On the first Atomic Bomb used on civilians. On the first Atomic Bomb that killed upwards of 100,000 people in matters of seconds and minutes. On the first Atomic Bomb that was followed by the first ever second Atomic Bomb to be used outside of testing. On the first second Atomic Bomb that killed nearly as many people. On the first Atomic Bomb to be dropped on Nagasaki, only 3 days later, on August 9th. Continue reading “A Day to Remember. Hiroshima.”
Heavy Heart. Part 2.
It is a new Memorial. To the best of my knowledge, it is also a first of its kind in the US. Usually, here in the States, we are accustomed to seeing heroic statues, placards, flags flying high, license plates with the word “Veteran” written on them. And in general, aside from a single footballer, everyone stands up while the National Anthem plays.
In general, I have to admit, I like this patriotism. Unfortunately, one too many times, I’ve seen it consume people rather than it be healthfully consumed. Let me put it this way, being patriotic doesn’t automatically mean that all other countries are crap.
Slavery Art for a Heart
That morning, April 7th, I woke up feeling extremely anxious. My wife and I had slept well, a good 8+ hours, yet my heart was pounding stronger than normal. I could tell I had had nightmares of some sort. No, it wasn’t because we were in a cheap Redroof Inn in Newnan, just outside Atlanta, GA. There was something deeper, something in my gut.
Continue reading “Slavery Art for a Heart”B&W and Color Photography… in Japan
This post is about Day 2 in Japan, and a little more. Not only in terms of days, but also discussing the continuous battle between choosing how to edit your photos: Color vs Black and White. Continue reading “B&W and Color Photography… in Japan”
A Birthday Weekend at Blue Mountain
I lied.
Last time I signed off saying that I would write about Day 2 in Japan. That will have to wait because I got the urge to write about a recent trip to Blue Mountain, in Canada. And while I write some slow blues plays in the background.
The First Day in Japan, Reliving it through Photography
Where did I leave off? Must have been when we were boarding the flight, after writing the post A Fujifilm X100F Love Story, and Japan. Aug 16th, 2018, which now seems forever ago, but that’s the beauty of photography. It brings those great memories rushing back. Continue reading “The First Day in Japan, Reliving it through Photography”
New York. July Fourth, Immigration and a Wedding
Traveling is an addiction. The routine of getting ready to go, packing up the bags with outfits, toiletries, cables and the rest is exhilarating. Deciding how to get to the airport, whether with a UBER, park there, or having someone drop you off. Continue reading “New York. July Fourth, Immigration and a Wedding”
A Fujifilm X100F Love Story, and Japan
Every great love story starts with a copious amount of flirting. The push and pull, the looking and not looking, the smiling at each other from a distance, the subtle questions with double meanings, the … you get it. Continue reading “A Fujifilm X100F Love Story, and Japan”
Anthony Bourdain, an Inspiration
It starts with “The Passenger”, by Iggy Pop. The Spotify playlist, “Parts Unknown” that is. Yes, this entry is about Anthony Bourdain‘s “Parts Unknown” docu-series, produced by CNN.
A Day with Professional Architecture Photographer Roberto Conte
The light outside is just too bright. But it’s still early enough in the morning that I have a vague feeling of what it is like when that damn coffee shop that I love writing from opens up. Some Spotify playlist is going on in the background. Up comes “I Fall Apart” by Post Malone which is probably perfect for this post. Detroit. To many it might have fallen apart. But not quite yet. Continue reading “A Day with Professional Architecture Photographer Roberto Conte”
Memorial Trip and Washington DC
There’s something about sunrise which is always opportunity-filled. When sunset hits, you think of what you left behind, another day is gone. Sunrises are filled with surprise. The day is ahead. There is opportunity. Something is coming.
It’s 5:40 am, everyone else is still asleep in the cabin which some friend, my wife and I rented for Memorial Day weekend. We came to Frankfort, Michigan on Crystal Lake. And this is what my iPhone says it looks like right now. Continue reading “Memorial Trip and Washington DC”
Shah Marai, and 8 Heroes
It might be a fascination with documentary photography. It might be the attraction to viewing distant lands, often for the pleasure of mentally traveling while staring at the computer screen, at times to see what the fuck is really going on in the world. Continue reading “Shah Marai, and 8 Heroes”
Frank Lloyd Wright in the Midwest – Part 1
It probably started in December of 2016. No wait. Most probably many years before that. When I wanted to become an architect. When I bought a few architecture books at the bookstore. When the ‘bookstore’ was still a thing.
You sit down on those teal velvet armchairs or brown leather couches and start flipping the pages. The architecture is in front of you. You can touch the pages, usually thick, heavy, with perfectly exposed photos. You focus on some of the details, the commas of architecture, be it the windows, the window sills, or just the orange flower arrangement in front of a blue wall. Continue reading “Frank Lloyd Wright in the Midwest – Part 1”
Michael Kenna and Detroit
In the past 3 weeks that I haven’t written an entry I learned a very valuable lesson which applies to the artistic world, and as a consequence to both my photography and this blog.
I caged myself in. I’ve been wanting to write this post for a long time, about Michael Kenna and his work at The Rouge plant here in Detroit, but as I read, and admired his work, I went down a few too many rabbit holes. Continue reading “Michael Kenna and Detroit”
World Press Photos. News and Art.
Discovery through photography; the force behind this blog. Learn about photography. Learn through photography.
So when the World Press Photo finalists are presented in February 2018, I scroll through the photos. I admire the work. I read the short photographer bios, trying to look for a hint that gives their art, their craft, their dedication to journalism away. Continue reading “World Press Photos. News and Art.”