Indoor inspiration on a rainy Sunday.

I bumped and nudged my way through a crowd of fashion forward photography fans, bright colored sneakers, thin sweater vests paired with facial hair growths of different shapes and lengths, the quintessential camera draped over the chest. iPhones rang with various house ring-tones, foreign mouths practiced their English skills in this very international setting as I took in the view of some amazing photographs.

I was underground near the Louvre getting lost in a massive photography exhibition entitled Paris Photo, thousands of photos some modern some very old were on display for the weekend. Paris becomes photo friendly for the month of November with outdoor exhibits across the city.

One minute I was staring at an Elk's head on a table, a clean cut, the head sat upright on a pristine white table in a snow covered background, a minute later I was replaying the debate I had recently read about regarding the authenticity of Capa's “Falling Solider”. I stood staring at the print for a moment amazed at the image itself and the controversy that surrounds it. And glancing down I was equally amazed at the € 22,500 price tag.

Having spent a few hours wandering, I walked back out into a rainy Sunday in Paris feeling inspirational overload. It was great to see such a wide collection of images, both in terms of challenging one's own eye and appreciating those who have created something beautifully original.

365 days with a few stories in between...

What's in a year? This little bit of electronic banter that I have been posting turns one year old today. A select few have followed from the beginning, but for those who have picked up along the way, what follows are links to some highlights that happened over the course of this awesome year. Click on the caption to read the full story...

A 1978 VW van, two of my closest friends, the rolling hills of Big Sur out the left window with endless blue pacific ocean off to the right.

(Mexican) food in Mexico City

An impromptu Poinsettia history lesson

A trip through the heart of Southern Mexico

A traditional afternoon fiesta

My brief affair with Spanish

A sweet life- being a Mexican beachbum in the tiny town of San Agustinillo

A memory of my Grandpa Vic

Sink or swim in a former Soviet Republic

Lenin is alive and well, and relocated

Finding compassion in Kyrgyzstan

Rafting the Chui River in Kyrgyzstan

What I will miss about Kyrgyzstan

Visiting London...

Learning the finer points of French cooking in Provence

Biking over the French Alps

PHOTO ESSAY: The view from Sacre Coeur

So my Paris postings seem to be pulling from the same story line -Brad finishes shift at Shakespeare- notices the amazing light that comes around about once a week- Brad then slings a camera over his shoulder- jumps on his bike, and speeds off into the unknown, exploring some new corner of the city-

The photos that follow were taken when Lester and I toured the 1st, 2nd, 9th and 18th arrondissements, making our way towards Sacre Coeur (on top of the 18th) in time to catch the sunset. Perched on the highest hilltop in Paris, Sacre Coeur is popular among tourist as it provides a great view of the city and is home to a small group of artists who sell their creations in a square next to the Basilica. Berets and canvasses fight for space among the tiny square that is lined with brightly lit cafes and restaurants. The weather and the view made for a great ride.

A slice of light caught my eye as I made my way along the Seine



A view from Pont du Carrousel

Boys playing football in Jardin du Carrousel



A view of Palais-Royal Musee du Louvre



The view from Sacre Coeur of the Parisian skyline

Sacre Coeur at sunset

I think this shot has been taken a time or two...

PHOTO ESSAY: Cimetiere du Pere Lachaise

Lester was kickin' up water on my pant legs from the rain soaked streets of Paris in early November. With some sizable sun breaks the other afternoon we rushed towards Cimetiere Pere Lachaise, an old, large, and rather famous cemetery in the 20th arrondissement.

Walking through the massive entrance, I thought of the many who passed through the same entrance fondly remembering loved one(s), now laid to rest, of course many came without such heavy thoughts but rather there to pay respect to the legend of Oscar Wilde or the countless musical pilgrims, visiting the grave of Jim Morrison. I was there because i was told it was a beautiful setting with elaborately designed headstones

Every corner of the cemetery was covered in big beautiful leaves. Having shaded the deceased during the hot summer months they now gather among the graves, having run their own cycle. Resting in peace... until a Frenchman comes with a loud blower and rounds them up.

Grave of Jim Morrison



On my way through the cemetery I walked past several crows. The way they hopped, swopped, floated and danced from grave to grave I couldnt help but appreciate how much they seemed to belong there among the dead, dressed in black, a chaotic procession of wings.

Paris through a pinhole.

From my perspective, Pat Bognar has perfected the pinhole photo. Pinhole refers to photos taken with a camera (or small box) that uses a hole no bigger than a pinhole to capture an image. Giving how small a pinhole is, this method of taking photos requires long exposure times under lots of sunlight.

Not pretending to know what I am doing I have recently entered the world of the pinhole. First, I acquired a small box which was sold as a kit. The kit is the camera and has everything one needs to take and develop pinhole photos inside. From start to finish, from photo paper to developing solutions. This small box, old-school shall we say, is awesome but slightly time intensive considering it works one exposure at a time, as in each piece of photo paper has to be removed and another replaced in complete darkness, under red light. I have yet to set aside a day (or two) to undertake this endeavor but rest assure I will update you on the outcome when that day comes.

However, my friend Terry, who works at Shakespeare and Co made me a digital pinhole “lens”. Meaning he took a simple lens cap, cut out a small hole in the center, then took a piece of tin and covered the small hole, then, you guessed it, poked out a tiny, tiny pinhole in the center of the tin.

I stuck this digital pinhole on my Nikon D70 a few days ago (the last few days in Paris have been on par with fall weather in Portland...) and came to find it makes for some interesting albeit blurred images. I haven't had much time to play with it but enjoy the practice before embarking on a journey with my little black box in hand.

an afternoon in paris.