Big wind-up to the walk through Garden Glow at our botanical garden. The view is looking back across the central axis reflecting pool toward the Climatron. I took many shots of this view as the light patterns and colors constantly changed. This was my favorite.
We are in the air Wednesday, along with hoards of other Americans, for our Thanksgiving holiday. We were away on a road trip last weekend, so I may use some images from that as a bridge.
Another year-after-year favorite at Garden Glow. The lines of small lanterns are perfectly straight. The light colors and patterns are in constant flux. This might be better represented by a video, but this is a photography blog.
Not the riot of color found in most other displays at Garden Glow, but I like its simplicity and subtlety. And there is no way to find your way through it, only the long way around.
A tunnel of changing colors in motion. Not quite the same effect as when the Starship Enterprise goes into warp drive, but still pretty cool. The path is one way, with the lights moving away from visitors. You could feel like you are being sucked through. What happens when you come out the other end?
Another bauble in Garden Glow. The Climatron is a geodesic dome that contains four climatic zones, formed by complex internal shapes and air systems. As with lots of the other glow features, the colors change and pulse.
Just around the bend from the viewpoint in yesterday’s post, visitors to Garden Glow pass through curtains of pulsing light. A single exposure can only capture a moment. These lights were constantly changing color and pattern.
One blow after another. The execrable Matt Gaetz as Attorney General? Robert F. Kennedy, Jr., as Secretary off Health and Human Services, someone who discourages using vaccines and thinks something in the water can make children transgender? Seriously? I’m drifting into a personal, unproven conspiracy theory that Trump, full of schadenfreude, really wants to wreck the country. So, another old photo, an infrared looking over Forest Park, where the trees are white and the sky is dark.
Well, I thought I was doing better until I found out that the president-elect had nominated Satan’s stepson to be attorney general, our chief law enforcement official. I got the news while waiting at our major hospital for a steroid shot in my lower back. Maybe I should have asked for one in my head, too.
Anyway, another shot from my visit to Forest Park. The statue is called The Apotheosis of Saint Louis (Louis IX of France). His history is, let’s say, controversial but the statue is a local icon.
It was time to drag myself out of the house and do something. Give myself a mental health day, so I took my camera and went to Forest Park. Autumn has come late here. Sometimes we get no color at all; leaves turn brown and just drop. October was very warm and dry, not good for leaf color. November has been cooler and wetter, so we are getting something. The view here is the top of Art Hill, with the art museum and the heroic statue of St. Louis in the background.
I still don’t have the drive to get out with my camera, so I’m continuing to riffle through the archives, looking for images that express my feelings. This was a clothing shop for the young and hip on Cherokee Street in St. Louis. The store itself failed before too long. Monday was Veterans Day in the US and I was reminded of Trump's comment a few years ago that our military personnel who died in service to their country were suckers and losers.
Still, there is some light at the end of my tunnel. Mrs. C and I are taking a weekend trip to northern Illinois, to see the person who was once probably my best friend. We shared a cheap apartment when we were in grad school. We were out together on St. Patrick’s Day, 1973, when I met Carolyn in a bar. We’ve been in contact some online but haven’t been face to face in years, maybe decades. I’m looking forward to this.
Grant us peace. We could use some uplift after the week we’ve had.
As I mentioned, we went to a performance of Mozart’s Requiem yesterday. One of the good things about this town is that we have a spectacularly good symphony orchestra, really top tier. That’s our wooly-headed music director, Stéphane Denève, on the podium. The music was at times terrifying but ended with hope. I’m grasping for some.
Again, no energy to go out and shoot so pulling from the archives. It rained all day yesterday anyway. The statue is in front of the St. Louis Planetarium, and so is probably looking to the stars. Still…
Mrs. C and I are going to the symphony this afternoon. It seems appropriate that we are hearing the Mozart Requiem.
Well, I’m not hyperventilating or pulling the covers over my head and refusing to get out of bed. The photo is obviously not from St. Louis (it’s Siena, Italy), but I’m still despondent about what my country decided it wanted to be. Mrs. C and I just decided to visit Ireland in the spring and I could probably get an Irish passport since my grandfather was born there, but that just leads to impractical fantasies. It all makes me think of a quote by the old acerbic journalist, H. L. Mencken. You may know it, but I won’t repeat it here.
I usually consider myself an even-tempered guy, getting through the ups and downs of life pretty smoothly. However, I can’t remember when I last felt as depressed as I have been the last couple of days. No motivation to go out and photograph something so I pulled out this image, taken earlier this year. It’s a iPhone shot using the TinType app.
As I prepare this post Tuesday evening, I do not know which side of the force will prevail. Now I lay me down to sleep...
A benefit of public events like the Halloween party is a request for a picture is rarely declined. A bad thing is that is that it can very hard to talk to the subjects and learn something about them. Deafening music is blaring from the stage. People are walking through your shots and friends of the subjects don’t notice the photographer. Still, these young women wanted to be on display but I never got to find out why.
I may have to do music instead of an image tomorrow, either the Hallelujah Chorus or somebody’s Dies Irae. Or I - and all of us - may have to hold our breath.
I know we’re past Halloween, but tomorrow in the United States is our major trick or treat day. If I were still under my youthful influences, I’d be lighting candles. As it is, I’ll go a little more into recent inventory. This was a bit of the crowd in front of the runway for the Central West End Halloween party costume contest. Lucky combination of stage lights and fill flash (photographer geek stuff).
The Central West End Halloween party has a costume contest with cash prizes. People do their thing strutting down a runway while judges assess scores. There is a perimeter fence around the stage so the audience doesn’t get underfoot. I of course, get as close as I can.
This delightful couple took turns using a single lawn chair near the fence. I guess they saw me in my gimpy back mode trying to get close and told me to go on up to the rail. I told them that they were there first and I didn’t want to block their view. They told me to just go ahead. I asked if I could take their picture and they gave me this charming pose. The woman asked me how much I charged for photos and I said nothing, that I’m delighted to share. I gave them my card and asked them to email me. I never heard from them.
Oops, almost forgot that it’s theme day, not something the admin should do. We think we eat a very healthy diet at home but we don’t do anything fancy, certainly nothing photogenic. This picture is from an upscale local restaurant with an open kitchen. I’m impressed with the concentration and care.
Hard to be sure, but I think this chap was supposed to be Moctezuma, the last independent king of the Aztecs, or something with that flavor. It’s not obvious from this angle, but his cape is the Mexican flag, which might be seen as disrespectful.
There is a Dia de los Muertos street party in another part of town tomorrow and I may check it out.
