Not that this is very relevant any more for me … but, if math interests you (and I would argue that it should), you might want to know how to make a calculation that gives the best odds of achieving a satisfactory choice of life partner.
Read this explanatory piece from the Washington Post. And you can find out about the Sultan’s Dowry here at Wolfram.
A shopping Tuesday. Always on the lookout for Most Interesting Vehicle of the Day (very challenging, in this neck of the woods). A horrible frustration when I “saw” a “perfect” window-lit portrait of my beautiful beloved, in a corner of the eye doctor’s waiting room — but in my extreme haste to get her to her appointment on time, a camera was left behind. Charlie. Grandview Cemetery. Weather is starting to be conducive to outdoor photography.
And this …
Temp soars above fifty degrees, Kim does some yard work, Charlie splashes in the “swamp” field, Janet gets a Valentine from a visitor, dogs and cats appear.
Kansas City friend and old college roommate Herman sends me a link to this:
[This post was originally slated for my photo blog, but perhaps this is an obsession that can be appropriately shared with the family audience as well.]
Looking back at my Dew Drop Inn posting of the other day — one of those things that I had entirely forgotten until stumbling across the old negatives in my archive revival project — I wanted to add the comment that there is a long tradition of such subject matter in the history of photography.
Here are just a couple of sample pages from one my prized Brassai books (which includes work from material such as “The Secret Paris of the 30s”, “Paris By Night”, etc., along with written material by himself and others.
Brassai also made some wonderful photographs of … cats!
Paris.
I previously posted some photography of Paris by Ed Clark. Probably the earliest photographs of that city that remain fixed in my consciousness are those of Eugene Atget, particularly his large-format view camera work of Paris streets and parks at night, and of Paris architecture, done in the late 1800s and early pre-war 1900s. Another of my all-time favorites, Atget could be the subject of a separate post. Brassai and Atget both tapped similar subject matter: street people, prostitutes and so on. I have never seen Paris, and would be almost reluctant to do so, as I fear the Paris of my mind, the Paris of Brassai, may no longer exist.
Pinetop, the tiny outpost on the edge of the Reservation, had along its main drag a few motels, two or three restaurants and a handful of nondescript bars, among them them the popular but shabby Dew Drop Inn. Nobody much cared whether you were black, Latino, Indian or whatever. Most of the faces are familiar, some names are remembered, others are not. With almost no light except one over the bar and one over each pool table, the environment was hardly conducive to photography. Nevertheless …
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A lull in my income tax prep workload while awaiting some key documents gives me a chance to revisit my film negative project. Here we have some evidence of one of those New Mexico weekend trips during my tenure at the White Mountain Apache Reservation in eastern Arizona.
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Making the 103 loop …
