Nature normal, humans awed.

I just found a wonderful cluster of photos, thanks to Bored Panda, purporting to show organic matter embracing and snaking its way through human-built structures. Among these, I’m not surprised to note, is a shot by yet another photographer of the abandoned Namibian mining village I wrote about a few weeks ago. These are beautiful, […]

The broad VU’

  The galerie VU’ in Paris hosts ambitious shows in a bright, simple, labyrythine space on rue Saint Lazare. Last September I saw Graeme Williams’s generous exhibit of a career of photographing South Africa. Today I caught the tail end of a likewise provocative and beautiful exhibit of two women photographers, one capturing (like Williams) […]

Six months and two cameras later….

No, I haven’t gotten rid of any cameras. I probably should have. But that would mean making holes in my two systems, however flawed those systems may be. The Canon system is arguably the “better” system, as a DSLR with a couple of extra bodies, a handful of reliable prime lenses and several┬ácheap but worthy […]

London calling….

I spent the winter holidays in London at my teenaged daughter’s urging. I asked her to consider a warmer clime, but she was adamant. She has used up her chips, for the predictable future. It was — surprise — cold, rainy, and crowded. Yet I hadn’t been to London since 1989 (I can’t believe that). […]

Touching Strangers and other heart tugging projects

I’ve come late to the Richard Renaldi party, but I’m here now, thanks to my friend Marcia Hohler. Renaldi is a New York based photographer whose recent projects include an extraordinary series, soon to be an Aperture book, called Touching Strangers. Let’s start with an image from that project: Before Renaldi introduced this trio on […]

Greening our world from the bottom up

Robert Doisneau’s house on the outskirts of Paris is now a photography gallery. You take the RER B to Gentilly, in Zone 2 — it will cost more returning to Paris than it does getting out there. The suburb is a jumble of new and old, much more so than inside the Periphique, it seems. […]