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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Hermann in the Lens Again

Catherine remembers posing for Emil Hermann in 1937. She doesn't remember the background so thinks he filled it in later. I climbed into her attic to find this painting. JoAnn encouraged her to bring downstairs to display it. CC wishes to remain anonymous, and so JoAnn may not say in her book that this is a portrait of his little sister painted by Hermann.
Skip owns the painting below, which struck me at first as unusual in that the tree is in the middle of the canvas, and that, it is effective anyway.
The J Hirschi portrait presented problems for me because of the lighting. JoAnn carried it outside in the natural light, and held it for me as she held her breath, standing as perfectly still as she could while I took the image. Some post processing in the digital darkroom revealed a little bit of the color and hid some slight damage.
Skip also owns the landscape showing autumn on the shore of a lake. Perhaps he kept in mind autumn in Ohio while he painted this landscape.
JoAnn recently purchased the landscape below, which I've taken to call "Sheep May Safely Graze."

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JMHawley Gave Me a Kiss to Build a Dream On

Listen, will you? I think that . . . literature, poetry, music and love make the world go round . . . while mathematics explains things; I fill my life with them, then go walking in snowy woods.
Let us go then, you and I
like two etherized patients floating
through life, together feeling prufrockian.
DDB Jr. makes my world go 'round; during his absence, Pachelbel fills it up.
One summer I sailed across the Atlantic Ocean, then through the Gulf of Finland to reach Saint Petersburg; I pursued Joseph Brodsky in its alley ways. I dream of making that two summers.
I read “Biking to Electra;” found my way in a Jaguar car, and glanced at the flashing steel grasshoppers at sunset. I’ll follow K.O.P.’s footsteps after he followed N.Scott Momaday’s; find warmth and inspiration on a rainy mountain.
Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
Listen for the swan’s calls on the Baltic Sea. Feel KKII's joy, his arms spread wide in Yazilikaya.
Good night, Jimmy Durante, where ever you are.