Years ago, before a trip to New York City, I read about Donald Judd’s studio and efforts to preserve its contents and open it to visitors. Yesterday’s New York Times has a beautifully written story about Judd, his work and those restoration efforts, now complete.
One of the many tracts of abandoned row homes in the city where 16 of 16 houses on a block are boarded up. Block after block. Street after street.
At Patapsco Valley State Park, near Baltimore’s airport.
Today’s freight train explosion happened just a few kilometers from where I live. I didn’t hear or feel the blast, but those exact same tracks run along the end of my block and the train would have passed by me a few minutes later on its way south. So it got me thinking about trains.
Mont Saint Michel, France
From the east side of Baltimore, near Johns Hopkins Hospital.
From the walkway atop the Devil’s Throat portion of the Iguazu Falls, looking south at the Argentine side.
A single shot from my first attempt at a tilt-shift sequence. The idea was to test techniques (intervals, shutter speed, etc.) for what will eventually become a tilt-shift movie. Shot from the roof of Washington DC’s Union Station parking garage in the fall of 2010.
On a rare tour, playing the barely-lit DC9, Torquil Campbell and Chris Dumont of Memphis put on an amazing show.
The site of an ancient windmill sits in a field near the coast, in the Basse-Normandie region in northwestern France. It’s just a few kilometers from the D-Day beaches. There are folks who catalogue the various windmills in the region, but I don’t know any more about this one.
Near the entrance to the Royal Ontario Museum in Toronto.
A farm north of Baltimore.
I first saw Winnipeg’s The Watchmen live in Windsor more than 20 years ago. There are very few artists that hold my attention for half that long. But the band has always been great, with a fantastic live set, and their rare December, 2012 show in Toronto was nothing less.
Looking east across the city from outside the Basilica of Notre-Dame de Fourvière.
A stream through the Gunpowder Falls State Park.
With a view just slightly different from last week’s Wet Street, a wider shot of the neighbourhood around the Arc de Triomphe. The ferris wheel at Place de la Concorde is in the distance.
One of the blocks near Johns Hopkins Hospital where every single home is abandoned and boarded up to some degree. A common sight around the city.
From the top of the Arc de Triomphe, traffic on the Champs Elysees after the rain.
More than a musician and composer and bandleader, Michael Arenella makes the Jazz Era Lawn Party happen. This shot of an intense-looking Arenella is from the dance floor. Professional dancers, groups with choreographed routines, and fired up partygoers give the floor constant use during the party. And what a party it is. And with this post, ladies and gents, a week of 1920s-inspired photos comes to a close.
Vintage has a limit. It is New York, after all.