Showing posts with label Places. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Places. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Friday, February 12, 2010

Out West

I was born in New England and have always had a fondness for the scenery there. But the stark beauty of the terrain out here in the West can be breathtaking.


Photo: Looking southwest from Victorville, a belt of fog silhouettes Joshua trees in the desert below the snow covered Mt. Waterman and the Angeles National Forest. Credit: Don Bartletti / Los Angeles Times

Monday, January 25, 2010

Los Angeles Snow Caps



View of the San Gabriel Mountains from our roof

Sunday, January 03, 2010

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

The depths


In 2004, Parisian police were assigned to do a training exercise in a previously uncharted part of the Catacombs of Paris beneath the Palais de Chaillot. Entering the catacombs through a drain, officers first came across a sign that read "Building site, no access," and a bit further in, a camera that actively recorded images of those who passed. As the officers approached the camera, a recording of dogs barking was triggered.

What they discovered next took them completely by surprise . . .

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Wednesday, October 07, 2009

Mission Heliographique – The Patrimony of Paris in Photos

In 1851, the Commission de Monuments Historiques embarked on an unprecedented survey of the French landscape. Five photographers traveled to the far reaches of France. Their targets would be the buildings that made up the heritage of France – the “architectural patrimony” of the country. It was to be known as a Mission Heliographique, and the photographers returned with plates and prints portraying buildings – many of which no longer exist. Sadly, upon return, their negatives remained largely unpublished for over a century.

Until now.

Saturday, October 03, 2009

McDistance


The place in the contiguous United States where you can get farthest away from a McDonald’s is in remote northwestern South Dakota, a visual artist and mapmaker figures.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

If you could design a city


There’s an old joke that you know you're in heaven if the cooks are Italian and the engineering is German. If it's the other way around you're in hell. In an attempt to conjure up a perfect city, I imagine a place that is a mash-up of the best qualities of a host of cities. The permutations are endless. Maybe I'd take the nightlife of New York in a setting like Sydney's with bars like those in Barcelona and cuisine from Singapore served in outdoor restaurants like those in Mexico City. Or I could layer the sense of humor in Spain over the civic accommodation and elegance of Kyoto. Of course, it's not really possible to cherry pick like this—mainly because a city's qualities cannot thrive out of context. A place's cuisine and architecture and language are all somehow interwoven. But one can dream.
- More from Gabriel Byrne here.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

I am now American and Ladonian

You heard it here first. More information about my new country here.

Join us.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Some of the saddest photos I've ever seen

More photos by James D. Griffieon
This was the building where Detroit's deeply-troubled public school system once stored its supplies, and then one day walked away from it all, allowing everything to go to waste. The interior has been ravaged by fires and the supplies that haven't burned have been subjected to 20 years of Michigan weather. This city's school district is so impoverished that students are not allowed to take their textbooks home to do homework, and many of its administrators are so corrupt that every few months the newspapers report more of their scandals, sweetheart-deals, and expensive trips made at the expense of a population of children who can no longer rely on a public education to help lift them from the cycle of violence and poverty that has made Detroit the most dangerous city in America. To walk through this ruin, more than any other, I think, is to obliquely experience the real tragedy of this city: not some sentimental tragedy of brick and plaster, but one of people.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Sunday, August 09, 2009

Friday, July 24, 2009

Where am I? #11



here and here




Photos by:
Code Poet & Jon Atkinson

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Monday, June 22, 2009

Who links to my website?