Monday, October 22, 2018

Muir Woods


We took an excursion Saturday to Muir Woods National Monument. the area north of San Francisco that is home to the giant redwoods. The experience is staggering - the silence, the feeling of awe, the sense of the depth of time. Wish the light wasn't so contrasty and that I had a tripod, but we make due with what is at hand.              





Sunday, October 21, 2018

Tarnished Gold


We took an excursion yesterday to Muir Woods and got dropped off in Sausalito, a touristy town across the bay from the city. There was a mandatory stop for pictures of the Golden Gate Bridge.  It was  a bit hazy and the light was terrible so B&W was the way to go. More dramatic this way.   

Saturday, October 20, 2018

Green Apples, Bowler Hats


Mrs. C and I took some time off to visit the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art. It's a don't miss. We were last there several years ago. Since then there has been a huge expansion, tripling the exhibition space

The featured show was about the later work of René Magritte.  Some people consider his paintings simple and repetitive, if a bit strange. The audio guide explained how complex the paintings are, challenging the viewer to think about odd juxtapositions and the subtle layers of the seen and unseen.  

It's obvious I like to take pictures of people in museums looking at the art, such as this old favorite.  You have to wonder what what gets through.   
        



Thursday, October 18, 2018

Chinatown


We did a walking tour around SF's large Chinatown yesterday for as long as my back was cooperating. A lot of the area is visually explosive and full of color. There are more of these I may get around to editing but I'm supposed to be going to school here. At least some of the time.    




Wednesday, October 17, 2018

Welcome To SFO


Flew into San Francisco late yesterday afternoon. We really lucked out at the conference hotel and got a room on the 42nd floor with a sweeping view to the northeast. The tall building on the right is called Millennium Tower. It has sunk 17 inches/43 cm into the ground since construction. You can't see it in this picture but it is tilting a bit. Many people who bought zillion dollar apartments find that they are now nearly worthless. Lots of lawyers and engineers have all the work they can handle.

Just south of our hotel is a neighborhood called The Tenderloin, perhaps the worst in the city. As the taxi drove through, we saw many homeless people, rundown buildings and cheap hotels.  A man was was lying prostrate on the sidewalk being tended to by emergency medical technicians. There seemed to be a liquor store on every corner. There is no place for low income people to live here. Our driver told us that the median price of a house in the city proper is $1.3 million.      


Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Out Of My Reach


The field where much of Artica takes place is flanked by a long-disused railroad warehouse, known as the Cotton Belt Building, for the name of the defunct carrier. A few years ago, Artica founders Hap Phillips and Nita Turnage got permission to paint the side facing the Mississippi. Later, someone added the lame logo and slogan of the St. Louis Convention and Visitors Bureau. Sure doesn't add anything.

In the air this morning. Going to a different climate, in lots of ways.         

Monday, October 15, 2018

I Got Rhythm. Or Onions.


My heart continued to do the jitterbug most of Sunday. It's not as dangerous as it sounds but you'd rather the arrhythmia went away. They had me on an IV of some potion that slows and gradually smooths your heartbeat. Late last night, during my sleep, it went back to normal rhythm. Getting out of the hospital in the next couple of hours. I'll make that plane tomorrow morning.

The pictures are some of the stranger ones from Artica. Some people had baskets of perfect, fresh onions. Never got an explanation why. When most participants floated their little paper or wooden boats down the Mississippi, they threw onions into Big Muddy. Some man was eating one raw. They gave one to Ellie. I'm not getting the symbolism.       


Sunday, October 14, 2018

Artica Once Again


Our rather wacky alternative art festival, Artica, is back this weekend. I shot a lot of it on Saturday. Bill Kranz of the black and day-glo troupe The Celestial Theater is always in attendance. The whole experience is hard to describe. More pictures to follow will help explain.

The weekend always ends with the immolation of Our Lady Of Artica, seen below, sort of Burning-Man-On-Mississippi. I'm usually there to shoot it (see here) but I'm back in the bleeping hospital again.  

I sort of worked my way to exhaustion yesterday. I shot at Artica the whole afternoon, walking rough terrain as my back arthritis got worse and worse. Just toughed it out with a few breaks. But then I promised someone I'd shoot an improv festival in the evening. More of the same. Came home exhausted, fell asleep with my clothes on, got up at 1 AM to undress and brush my teeth and I was in a fib, like last April - very rapid, irregular heartbeat. So back to the emergency room. The shocker gadget didn't get me back in normal rhythm this time so I was admitted. Been on an IV all day to slow the pulse and lower pressure. It's doing that but the beat is still irregular. (*&%&!

No other symptoms. They will probably let me go by Monday afternoon or evening. They better. I got a plane to catch Tuesday morning.


       

Saturday, October 13, 2018

I Like This One Better


More apocalyptic. Of course, doom is not approaching. Maybe for our species but not this city, this week.

Plus, I'm out of current material. I'll get a ton of new stuff this weekend between Artica and the improv festival I'm shooting tonight. And then there's that prominent left coast city I'm going to next week. Stay tuned.

       

Friday, October 12, 2018

Storm's Coming


From the top of the Arch looking back into the city. Downtown runs a bit wider left and right than this. You can see some of the baseball stadium at left center, now surrounded with construction of a new hotel, apartments and office space. The dark skies in the rear moved off to the north/right and never really hit the city center.

We are a medium size city with pluses and minuses.  See the tall building most of the way back, just right of center? It is vacant, and likely to remain so. It was built for a single tenant, AT&T, who moved the operations to Texas. Very hard to re-purpose. As you may have heard, we have Ferguson and all that it implies. On the other hand, we've got the biggest urban park in the US, Forest Park, a bit bigger than either Golden Gate or Central; a thriving arts scene, including a world top tier symphony, theater everywhere you turn and fabulous oddball events like last summer's Fringe and this weekend's indescribable Artica. We've got what may be the best zoo in America  (although San Diego has its partisans) and more interesting restaurants than I can count. There is severe, soulless suburban sprawl, but the old, inner suburbs and the city proper are vibrant.

I'm staying. I'll never retire to someplace else.        

Thursday, October 11, 2018

Thursday Arch Series


Haven't had one of these in a while. It felt like I had exhausted the possibilities. Now there are new ones. This is the glass awning over the new entrance I've mentioned the last couple of days.

Had the steroid shot in my back yesterday morning. It takes a few days to kick in. Hope that's by the weekend because there are a couple of big events for me to shoot. First, our off-the-wall alternative arts festival, Artica, (photos from last year here), with its Sunday night Burning Man-ish conflagration of the wooden Our Lady of Artica. Then, on Saturday night, I promised I'd shoot the final evening of the annual three-day Compass Improv Festival. (Locals should go! It's a hoot!) Whew. And I'm on the road again next week (sans infection) to someplace that is, shall we say, picturesque.                     

Wednesday, October 10, 2018

Long Way Down


630 feet or 192 meters, to be exact. Taken from one of the narrow slit windows in the observation deck on top. Before the new work, the area in the center used to be open to the highway below (which wasn't the best idea in the first place). Now there is a continuous plaza from downtown into the Arch grounds. 

We saw some of the circle at bottom center in yesterday's post. It slopes downward as you get closer to the new entrance. There are a few inches of water in the middle where kids can splash. You can see the half-circle of glass awning also mentioned yesterday. The entrance to the visitors' center and the tram to the top is at the bottom center.        

Tuesday, October 9, 2018

New Way In


I've occasionally mentioned that there has been a large amount of work around and under the Arch for the last three years. Everything is done now. People used to enter underneath the legs; there was a puny museum between them. Now there is a fancy new entrance west of the monument, closer to the city itself. Outside is a circle depressed into the ground, lower as you approach the Arch. Half of the circle is covered by a glass awning. Inside, an arc of glass looks back to downtown. This lobby leads to a far larger and very well done museum.

Maybe we will have a look from above tomorrow.        

Monday, October 8, 2018

Madeleine Monday



Getting better bit by bit, except for the &^@(* back arthritis. Still not out that much but I needed a Monday picture. I chose Ellie in front of the house on a warm (too warm) autumn afternoon.      

Ellie wanted to ride to the top of the Arch on Sunday. Fun for her but not such a good idea for me. Still long lines waiting for the tram (which an employee described as a combination of an elevator, a tram and a ferris wheel-spot on) and a fair amount of walking.

The ground is strewn with crab apples from a tree beside our house.

Sunday, October 7, 2018

Stir Crazy


Tired of laying around this house. Saturday was a step better - got out in the car twice for errands in the neighborhood without difficulty. Not sleeping so much and appetite better. It got to the point where I had to take a picture of something or I'd lose it. There is always a subject to photograph if your eyes are open. This is our front porch with Ellie's sidewalk chalk, a bubble wand and the jar she uses to catch fireflies.

On the other hand, my SI joint arthritis has flared up. I'll get a steroid shot Wednesday but you can't have them very often. I want one of those computerized exoskeletons I've been reading about.            

Friday, October 5, 2018

Hundertwasser In Paris, Plus. Where Have I Been?


The self-named Friedensreich Regentag Dunkelbunt Hundertwasser translates directly into English as "Peace-Realm Hundred-Water". The other names he chose for himself, Regentag and Dunkelbunt, translate to "Rainy day" and "Darkly multi-colored." He was born Friedrich Stowasser in Vienna in 1928. His work, the subject of the second show at L'Atlier des Lumieres, is very difficult to describe in a couple of sentences so see here or the link above if interested. 

These posts have been rare lately. In brief: I came down with a significant bladder infection shortly after we arrived in France (who knows how). Got weaker and lost my appetite. An English-speaking doctor in Arles did a brief exam, misdiagnosed it as a lung infection and prescribed a lesser antibiotic. By the time I got home I'd had a serious, untreated infection for two weeks and was in bad shape. I was hospitalized for a couple of days early this week.

The infection is gone with Cipro but I'm still very weak, sleeping a lot and having trouble eating. I went to work Wednesday. By mid-day I was so weak my staff had to drive me home. My doctor says it will just take time but I'm frustrated by the lack of progress. I'm a busy guy. There are a couple of interesting things to shoot in town this weekend and I don't know that I'll get out for them. Updates to follow.    





Sunday, September 30, 2018

Atlier des Lumières 2


Some Klimpt faces, or suggestions of them. We are a self-absorbed species, aren't we?

You may have observed that these shots are all taken from the same angle. The steroid shot I got in my back wore off so I needed to just sit, not wander around the atlier as I would have liked. Notice the Hundertwasser eyes sneaking into the third picture. Also the hourglass in the fourth: is white sand just about to run or has black sand run all the way through?         





Saturday, September 29, 2018

Atlier des Lumières 1


There is  an amazing new attraction in Paris called the Atlier des Lumières, the Workshop of Lights. It's been open since April. Some visionary people turned an old iron foundry into a complex light show on the walls and floor, ever changing and accompanied by intense music. There were three productions shown in rotation, one about the work of Gustav Klimpt.  one on Friedensreich Hundertwasser, and the last an abstract piece called Poetic AI. These are some from Klimpt. There are many more pictures to edit and post,

The experience is spellbinding. Check its website at https://www.atelier-lumieres.com/  . More to come.  








Monday, September 24, 2018

Coffee, Food, Photography


What else could one want, mixed with young lovers on the streets of Paris? Nothing like the St. Louis Fringe.

Down the street from our apartment.  My mystery French cooties may be a bit better but they are not gone. Then the steroid shot in my back - poof! - wore off, leaving me hobbling around. We went to Sainte-Chapelle today, . Some nice official saw me leaning on my cane and cut us to the front of the ticket line. Once inside all I could do was sit. I started taking pictures of the other tourists with the LED screen flipped down, thinking of a series called Paris On My Butt. May yet edit those. 

Here later today: https://www.atelier-lumieres.com/. Home late Tuesday night.      

Sunday, September 23, 2018

In The Pompidou


Everyone knows the Pompidou Center for Modern Art, the one with all the color-coded pipes and escalators in tubes on the outside. We visited yesterday, despite my ongoing health problems. The entryway to one floor was lined with sofas, each covered with oriental rugs and bolster pillows. Some people used them for rest, some for a bit of voyeurism. I did both.

The east side of the building has a long concrete slope down to the doors. Uber was sponsoring a project to cover it with turf, a work of art in itself, I suppose. 

I'll be putting up a couple more pictures from yesterday on Facebook.       



Saturday, September 22, 2018

The Streets Of The Marais


We are staying in the Parisian neighborhood known as the Marais, to the east of the Pompidou Center. I haven't looked this up to be sure, but my memory is that was once the Jewish quarter, and once just sort of run down. Now it has a vibe similar to Soho in New York, albeit with much smaller and irregular streets.

We walked to the Picasso Museum today. It's a beautiful old building (the bottom two pictures are the courtyard) but I couldn't appreciate it. My only, constant thought was I need to sleep now. Whatever I have is not a simple bacterial infection but I won't know for sure until I get home and see my doctor. It's a really good 24 hours if I sleep less than 12 of them.

We can easily conclude that Paris has better quality wall art than St. Louis.