One of the best things about being a photographer is where you end up. If I dod not take photographs, I probably would never visit some of the places that I stumble upon. Such is the ceremony of Yemanja in Brazil where the inhabitants of Salvador (and other cities) go down to the sea and offer flowers and prayers to Neptune, goddess of the sea. I had to get up at 4:00AM for this and I usually never and up at this time unless it has to do with taking pictures. When I arrived, the ceremonies were in full-force with people lighting candles, walking into the ocean, smoking weed and drinking beer. It was strange, very strange but fascinating all the same. I have never seen anything like it and probably never will—unless I return someday and that is always a possibility.
This is one of my oldest photographs, that I still like today. It was taken in 1983 when I went to Vancouver on my own for 3 weeks. I travelled to Vancouver and hung out with Brian for a week and then south to SF where I stayed with my friend Harvey. At that time i was feeling that my life was almost over. My marriage was crumbling, my job sucked, and I was feeling completely drained. In fact, it turned out quite the opposite—I was starting anew—although I did not know it at the time, my second life was about to begin. This photograph was taken on the BC ferry as i travelled to Gibsons to see an old friend from my youth.
I have always been aware of the fact that when I am wandering around the streets of any place taking photos, that I am drawn to certain places, people, symbols, etc. I seem to do it over and over and I have come to the conclusion that my photographs have as much to say about myself as they do about what I ma photographing.
One of these “recurring” themes are weddings. I don’t really like weddings or at least attending them. They are noisy, the food is bad, and half the people attending really have no interest for me. I suppose I am a bit of a curmudgeon. On the other hand, I love crashing weddings when I stumble upon them on my travels. This one was in a small town in Porec˘ a lovely spot on the Istrian Peninsula on the Adriatic.As I was walking around, I noticed a wedding happening in this small church. I did not go in but waited on the outside and noticed this little girl running back and forth. She was really excited by the whole thing so I followed her as she grabbed a handful of rice and ran outside the gates where the rest of the party was waiting for the bride and groom.
New Orleans in one of my favorite cities. Not only can one get a great meal, almost anywhere in town, but there is always something to see, something going on, and something to make you stop and look. Where else can you stumble on Alice in Wonderland, chatting with her bunny?
I love Daytona Bike Week! For one thing, its really a nice crowd. They love to ham it up in front of a camera. They are all in good moods after a dozen beers, and just plain easy going. This is Dirty Harry’s Bar—one of the 4 or 5 places that I like to hang out. On any other week, this is a parking lot but only for this brief time, its converted into raunchy bar with music, attractive bartenders, and $3.00 beers. I just go in, order a beer ands wait until a picture shows up. Sometimes I get a bit itchy and will move around for one end of the bar to another. (its a pretty big area.) On other occasions, especially during the day, I just follow the rays of light around as the sun slowly sets.
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Oh, did I ever mention that the Cuban people were some of the most wonderful people on the planet? When I visited, I expected to find dour miserable humorless folk,the same one would find in any other Communist country. Wrong again! They welcome you into their homes, they offer you coffees, show you their place of work, and try to talk to you even though they speak no English. It was impossible to walk down a street without some guy/woman coming up to you an asking where you are from. Every now and then someone would not want their photograph taken, but they politely asked you not to and always smiled. I think might be nice for a return soon—perhaps to on elf the many jazz festivals that are held each year.
One thing I liked about Havana was that there was always something happening on the street. Probably their homes were simple, crowded, or too hot—so thy liked to hang out on the street. I was fascinated by this woman just sitting on a chair reading her book, while the world walked by. She was oblivious to it all.