P h o t o g a l l e r y F i v e
"OLD STUFF"
* renovating at present . . .
Not
my image, but I couldn't help it. Duppies are the apparitional netherworld
beings of Cayman Islands folklor
e. Usually
harmless, they have been sighted on all three islands for generations.
Real or imagined, a contest was held in the grade schools to see who could draw
the best Duppy. This one, drawn by Thomas Carter (then 7) of Boddentown,
Grand Cayman, took second place. It shows a devilish little character
complete with big teeth, a headdress, duclaws and a form of bulging
stomach. It is surprising that nearly all of the entries were found to
have rather large, imposing pink or red stomachs, despite the fact the children
were born and raised in disparate parts of the country (different islands) and
had varying experiential backgrounds.
Long
before digital photography, Adobe Photoshop, or even computers for that matter,
photographers were experimenting with multiple layered images. This image
is a 4 layer 'sandwich', each is resized, blended for relative contrast and
rephotographed in a bellows unit. One image is the headstone of a child's
grave in a New Orlean's graveyard. Another is the silhouette of a window
in my (then) garette apartment in the French Quarter.
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There
is a pile of huge stone monoliths marking the very southern tip of the Sinai
Peninsula at Ras Mohammed, several miles west along the coast from the little
village of Sharm el Sheik. Looking directly south, one is nearly
surrounded by waters of the Red Sea while at your back is harsh desert, a few
Bedouin and inhospitable mountains for hundreds of miles. Nice pants.
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Red shoes, a fallen city and a mountain that roared, Pompeii.
If you've ever been here,
you'll never forget it. Unbelievable images of Venice
lie around every corner, across every bridge and in every season, especially in the
early morning light.
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There
is a place that seems completely unable to make up its mind whether it is earth
or water - so it compromises. The result is that much of lower
Louisiana belongs to neither. The line
of demarcation is vague and ever-changing. The distinction between degrees
of well soaked ground is speculative at best except to one who steps on
it. What looks like firm soil may be considerably less. This shot is
out in the Atchafalaya Basin
where I was duck hunting with some Cajun friends.
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Is it real? Partially.
When in MADRID, be sure to go to Cafe De Chinitas for some of the most expressive, authentic Flamenco dancing and guitar in the city.
The Roman Senate
The city of lights, " Grey Paree "
VENESIAN CANALS
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