An unusual route taken after biking my kid to camp and then stopping in at the school district office to again prove we live within the district for the coming school year. At least I saw some beautiful decay because of it.
Sedan de Ville and corrugated steel, that is. Yes, I seem to be back on the car crack.
It can be a challenge to actually get out and experience what living in a culturally rich place like the Bay Area offers. Often it takes a trigger, like visiting guests, to break one out of the routine, day-to-day drudgery and into the consumption of our local cultural color.
Upon the arrival of dear friends from out-of-town this past weekend, we headed over to see the Gaultier show at the de Young Museum in San Francisco. Crossing the bridge for non-work-related reasons is a treat in itself; I just don’t get to do it often enough. When I do, I remember a little more about why I wanted to live here in the Bay Area in the first place.
In any case, the show was spectacular, by which I mean heavy on spectacle. The coupling of mannequins with images was captivating. I saw a lot people spending a long time staring up at the radiant faces. Nonetheless, I did eventually manage to notice and thoroughly enjoy the clothing. While the show was seductive and beautiful, it was also quite interesting, often humorous, and informative for a fashion neophyte like me. I’ve seen fashion displayed in art museum settings before, but I had not really experienced couture as “fine art” in this way.
I was surprised to find that there was no restriction on photographing the show (although I was stopped from taking iPhone video of a singing mannequin). So, I was quite happy to explore the challenge of shooting in the dim light with many obstacles (i.e., people). I didn’t really go above ISO 1600 because I wanted to minimize sensor noise, so exposure times were slow. But I’m sure the VR feature in my lens helped out a lot. Here is a first pass at processing some of the results.
Earlier this year I changed my morning route to work by bicycle. I was hoping to find an easier way to cross busy Sacramento St near the BART station (which I did), and the side benefit was coming across this specimen.
Dean Santomieri and Thea Farhadian perform at the Berkeley Arts Festival space on University Ave, May 26th. This début performance for the duo included a set duets, followed by solo pieces in which Mr. Santomieri read a spoken word piece, while Ms. Farhadian played a suite of short pieces for violin and computer. They concluded with another set of duets. While rehearsed, the duets are largely improvised pieces ranging far and wide over jagged harmonic terrain, sometimes incorporating prepared instrument techniques. While perhaps not completely lacking a tonal center, the effect of the many of the pieces was that of unbounded tonal exploration. Challenging, yes. But thoroughly enjoyable.
I brought my camera along to a gathering of friends the other night. Since I had no tripod with me, I had to prop the camera up on some cups and other items to get longer exposures. This one, at about 1/6th of a second, was one of the more intriguing shots to result.
Experimenting with different processing approaches on a batch of photographs taken during the Sunday’s annular eclipse.
We scrambled at the last minute to try to get somewhere to see the eclipse. We ended up at the local park with a bunch for friends and neighbors with everything from telescopes to layers of dark glass. This was shot by holding the camera in one hand and a couple of layers of welder’s glass in front of my lens with the other. A kind of like the lo-fi cross-process look that came out.
Last Veteran’s Day, which was 11-11-11 by the way, Theo’s Cub Scout pack went up to Sunset View Cemetery in El Cerrito to place flags on the graves of veterans. It was not long before I came across this interesting tombstone. I never expect to come across any Greeks out this far west this early in the 20th century. I don’t know why, I just don’t. I figure that, like my father, they get stuck on the east coast. I wonder how old this fellow was when he died.
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