This is Knut Christiansen. He owns Paellaworks, who provided the fine paella at Slough Food.
Black and white over the slough, from our picnic table. The slough is tidal, and this was clearly high tide.
Edison’s most famous son. The mural is based on a photo of Edward R. Murrow when he played basketball for the local high school.
Tweets, a local cafe. A fine place for breakfast.
This is Jesse. He noticed my camera on my table, complimented it, and we got to talking.
He’s currently busing tables at Maggie’s on Meeker, in Kent, but he’s a photographer himself. Family obligations have cut into that recently, though. He likes to shoot concerts — as I’ve been known to do. He’s also a graphic designer.
Nice, friendly guy.
I’ve changed themes yet again. This probably matters to no one but me. But I can now do text posts for the first time in a while, and captions/extra information becomes much more visible.
Peter Turnley gave a presentation, sponsored by Leica, at Kenmore Camera. I got there early, and was lucky enough to bump into Peter in the shop beforehand, and get about ten minutes of one-on-one conversation. I thanked him for his generosity in showing me a previously unpublished picture of Boris Yeltsin via Facebook a year or two ago. Perhaps one of these days I’ll make the time and have the money available for one of his workshops.
One of the things I’ll take away from his presentation was his analogy of photography to sports, and how you have to work out every day. You have to be the person who wants the ball in the clutch. You have to be familiar enough with your equipment that when the opportunity strikes, it’s almost irrelevant — you’re not fiddling, you’re shooting.
Another point was how human beings have developed a finely attuned sense of looking at someone, and knowing whether they’re uncomfortable or not — and we interpret discomfort as threatening (at least potentially). So always be warm, be happy, be comfortable in your skin. And the thing was, throughout the evening, he was all of those things, making it very easy to visualize him that way in the field.
A fine night.
The thing about pictorialism, though, is sometimes it just keeps going.
I was feeling kind of pictorialish.
A very friendly watcher of the eclipse, part of our crowd in Hebo, Oregon. She’d come from Salt Lake City. I didn’t get her name, which I now regret. This is about 15 minutes after totality, and I just liked the way the light was falling on her, and she was kind enough to say Yes when I asked to take her picture.
Note how the streetlights have come on.
At the château de Versailles.
As Henri Cartier-Bresson said, “Sharpness is a bourgeois concept.” This one’s all about the tones. From the window of our apartment on Place Maubert.
A couple kissing in the plaza in front of Notre Dame, after the floodlights were turned off.
Since it’s stopped, the time isn’t accurate. But I liked the light.
Just before his reading at Powell’s Books Cedar Hills Crossing. This was the launch event for his debut novel, Arabella of Mars.
Just downstream of Snoqualmie Falls. A misty day.