I love this place in the canyon. It had always appeared to me as a place to gather; gather friends, gather performers, or just gather any group of people in the shade of a tree, sitdown and have a beer, and a very good conversation.
This is a multi-image panorama of the entirety of the Hollywood hills, Los Angeles Hills. In its full size, this image is 30 inches tall by approximately 140 inches wide. … It is a very large panorama.
It was a very clear day, and everything is crystal clear. … Please look at a larger version of the image.
I am very happy to say that my SmugMug galleries have been upgraded! Wahoo! I have been wrestling with those demons for the past few days. Now, I can say that I am happy to have upgraded!
A photograph is almost always yesterday’s news, “History.”
Almost always, but photographs can also twist our minds a little. As captured moments of history, they can be islands, a physical island capturing the fleeting moment in a bubble of crystalline time. While the real moment continues its way moving deeper into the past of our lives, drifting further from our conscious mind. Even now, we can watch the captured moment recede into the darkness of our lost memories. … The island of the photograph, like a time machine, can transport us to that moment, forever.
Not only can the photograph transport us back to that moment, that photograph can transport anyone who views the image to that very moment, no matter how far into the future they are viewing the image. The children of your children’s children can see, and experience, the moment you have been captured in.
I have been a working photographer for a long time. … With various side trips into Live Theater, Lighting, New Media Journalism, Teaching, and Computers. … Those tools help me in my work. … I like to help find the beauty in all people, places, things. And, I like to post those visions into the future.
Your photographer friend,
This is just a single strobe on a single bird, with the flash bounced off the ceiling for a softer light. We are separated from the background by chance, and on purpose. … By chance, in that the room has four sides, two of which are twice as close as the wall I chose. … On purpose, I chose the far wall so that the light from the flash would fall off appreciably, leaving the subject well lit, and the background about two stops darker than the subject.
Why do I even mention the distance to the back wall? I have the source light on my person, and the inverse square law says that light will fall off from the source like this. … When you double the distance from the source to the subject, you cut the light to one fourth the amount of light. … So I knew how much the light would fall off between the subject bird, and the subject background wall.
This past Thursday evening, Alexander Salazar Fine Art brought Walter Redondo, and his art to the Zanzibar Cafe. The art remains on the walls. … Pop on down for a cup-o’-Joe and a bite to eat, while you check out Walter’s art. You will have a good evening in the San Diego Gaslamp district.
The evening was filled with snacks, a little wine, and many interesting people. Walter brought his family. They were wonderfully happy, taking it all in.
a photo by LensLord on Flickr.
The three people on the Shoe Shine station, are, Alexander Salazar, Greg Regan, and Anjela Piccard.
Alexander is the owner of Alexander Salazar Fine Art Galleries in San Diego. He is working hard at bringing local artists to the eyes of people that need art. This is a link to his website. Alexander Salazar Fine Art
Greg is a local artist. He lives in Encinitas, and has been working with Alexander for a few years now. You can find Greg’s Website here. Greg Holden Regan
Anjela Piccard, is the Director of Galleries for Alexander Salazar Fine Art. She is a good person to know. … The Gallery’s phone number is Phone: (619) 531-8996.
by Jack Foster Mancilla
I push through space, through brightness, and shadow,
languidly pulsing my life force through the continuum.
On my tendrils the soft current of the breeze shallow
peaks my interest of tastes and sex. Tongues my medium
like agars replete with life, nourishing, and driving
my very self to reproduce. Bring me my mate, my bodied
complement, I search the flowing agar-agar for your scent.
Long has been my toil, my primal quest near atrophied.
Again, I catch the waft of your passing. Please, relent.
Rough banging upon my being, assailed by torrents maddened,
bereft of nourishing agar, cast upon the hardness of empty,
immobilized by I know not what, my tendrils movement dampened,
I long to be free. Yet, I feel the future of my passing entity.