When starting to plan the tenth anniversary post, I drove around looking for something with that number. (Damn, It just occurred to me. I should have gone to a bowling alley.) Roman numerals would work but where could I find a large, isolated X? These are the iron girders of the old railroad bridge across the Mississippi just south of downtown.
Friday, March 24, 2017
Thursday, March 23, 2017
Well, ten years down and whatever to go. Seems appropriate to have something local and seasonal to restart the timer. Opening day for the beloved Cardinals is only ten days away. These variations on the mascot were on the ever-changing part of the Mississippi flood wall where graffiti is permitted.
Those facial expressions, even as cartoons, are saying very different things.
Wednesday, March 22, 2017
Honestly, I had no idea.
There was the childhood Brownie camera and the 35 mm Yashica film camera that came with the woman I married (both of them happily still around). The trip to India and Nepal in 2000, when I brought along one of the first consumer digital cameras. The video producer who said, perhaps out of flattery, that I had a good eye and recommended the Maine Media Workshops, where I spent five of the happiest weeks of my life. The colleague in my legal specialty in Seattle who had a daughter going to college in Washington who had heard about this City Daily Photo thing that might be of interest.
And Virginia and Jing and Jack and Olivier and Grace and Steffe and C de Q and Jilly and Nathalie and Grace and William and Ming and David and Julie and Julie and Sharon and Hal Cyon and Bibi and Stef and Luis and Bill and Kate and Kim and all the people I've forgotten to mention and all the people who have come and gone, leaving memorable images. And, of course, Eric. And, of course, the dear, departed Birdman.
There has been an anniversary post every year. Being a little short on time and creativity, the photo above is the entrance of 10 South Broadway downtown, with a little digital goofing. I was surprised how many of the old pix were not taken in STL. From the beginning of the series:
2008 - A Buddhist monk in Thailand. I got in some trouble for taking this without his explicit permission, a cultural taboo I was unaware of. Our guide actually got down on her knees with forehead to ground, begging forgiveness for the idiot Yank. I won't know if it did any good for at least a few incarnations.
2009 - On Bourbon Street in New Orleans. This guy and his friends have been out there for years, posing for tips. The store beside him actually sells huge ass beers to go, depending on your definition.
2010 - This started as an exercise in learning Photoshop, dropping in one head and face over another and blending it in. Cousin Russell never objected.
2011 - Things were a bit more creative years ago. Time grinds us down.
2012 - Not my photo! Mrs. C and I in Menton, France, taken by our dear friend Jilly.
2013 - Not what it seems. The tiles mark the intersection of St. Louis and Bourbon Streets in New Orleans.
2014 - things start to get a little less creative. Not too bad a photo but time is linked to entropy, somebody said.
2015 - just a couple of blocks away, but one of a only couple of the anniversary pictures that works in the local icon
2016 - if you are counting single digits it's good to live in a city with numbered streets.
See all of you again tomorrow. Who's counting?
Tuesday, March 21, 2017
Meaning floral photography. But, as I tell my clients when advising them, you play the hand of cards you are dealt. Thus, something else from the orchid show.
You know what, Wednesday is the tenth anniversary of this endeavor. Hooda thunk? And what to do to mark the occasion?
Monday, March 20, 2017
Everyone knows by now that Chuck Berry died Saturday at 90. He was born and lived most of his life in St. Louis (he actually had a bit of an estate in the outer suburbs).
He still performed from time to time at Blueberry Hill, the bar-restaurant-showroom across the street from his statue. That was dedicated in 2011. My passing acquaintance with Harry Weber, the sculptor, got me into the reception at Blueberry Hill where I took the picture in this link. We last heard him perform in the amphitheater at the botanical garden back in 2009 when he was still knocking it out at age 82.
My interests have gone well past rock and roll but his music still brings me joy.
Sunday, March 19, 2017
. . . at shooting flowers, taken at the botanical garden orchid show. I'm not usually a pretty pictures kind of guy, more inclined toward the ironic and the gritty. But in March I usually go over there and try to channel Mapplethorpe.
Saturday, March 18, 2017
That's what the entertainment for the evening called itself. The singer is none other than Nancy Kranzberg, who, along with her husband Ken, created the Kranzberg Arts Foundation based just down Grand Boulevard. I didn't get the names of all the performers but the pianist is Thomas George, chancellor of the University of Missouri - St. Louis. They played 20th Century jazz standards with style and finesse.