I recently emailed an update on A Life’s Work to Jeff Stein, AIA, president of the Cosanti Foundation.
Part of his reply was the following —
PS: I gave a presentation at a recent AIA/American Institute of Architects convention in Santa Fe. I rode my motorcycle there Thursday, talk and panel discussion Friday and Saturday, back to Arcosanti on Sunday. On the return trip I dodged storms to the south until in the late afternoon I turned off Interstate 17 onto the Arcosanti road, and here was the view: a double rainbow.
and this image —
Thanks for sharing, Jeff, and allowing me to post it here. Hope to see you in April.
If you’re a regular reader of this blog, you may recall an interview with WFMU dj Kevin Nutt, he of Sinner’s Crossroads. Kevin provided many wonderful photographs to accompany the interview, but I held off using one because it seemed perfect for the occasional feature I like to call Tourist Eyes.
Here then, a photo Kevin took at the Archive of Alabama Folk Culture in Montgomery, where he is the folklife archivist.
WFMU is a listener supported radio station and they are currently having their fundraising marathon. This station is a national treasure. Please consider throwing them a little money. If you give during the Sinner’s Crossroads broadcast (on tonight and next Thursday), you can get some nifty swag.
William W. Heffner, friend and A Life’s Work’s secret weapon (many of the links and photos on the ALW Facebook page are posted by Bill) sent me some photos he took with his tourist eyes.
On a warm summer night leisurely walking home I came across this tableau and it just struck me to be part Greek tragedy, part Peter Paul Rubens, with a whole lot of Twilight Zone thrown in for good measure. I just took them on my phone, and at first glance you’d never know they were color photographs — only a neon sign in some of them betrays that. This window is the complete opposite of what we expect: color, fashion, something new and exciting.
I love these photos. In addition to Peter paul Rubens and the Twilight Zone, they remind me of a Roxy Music cover (or several), and to me, that’s a winning combination.
Send me a photo of something in the place you live, taken with your tourist eyes, and I’ll put it on the blog [if you want], and I’ll send you an origami crane. You can attach it to an email:
d a v i d [ a t ] b l o o d o r a n g e f i l m s ( d o t ) c o m .
Thanks for your post and for planting the seed in my head about using our “tourist eyes.” Growing up as an Army brat and then continuing to move around once I was out on my own, I was lucky in that I was never in any place long enough to grow complacent about the locale.
Washington, NH.. I remember many times up there in the fall when you’d see ten out-of-state cars for every one with NH plates. People came from all over to see the fall foliage, and while that was annoying in some ways, I fortunately didn’t live in NH long enough to lose my tourist eyes; I understood why those tourists were there.
Here’s a shot from Portland’s Japanese Garden. It’s a really wonderful garden, less ostentatious than it’s neighbor the Rose Garden. Both are big tourist attractors.
This is one of the doorways. I had a much more ‘touristy’ and kitschy shot ready to send you and just couldn’t bring myself to attach it. Photographs never seem quite the right response to this garden and yet I continue to take them (fewer, though, I’ve noticed, as time goes along – maybe I’m becoming less of a tourist there).
Sai Nakama, friend, recent college graduate, photography and aviation enthusiast, sent me a couple of photographs he took of his everyday surroundings using his tourist eyes. Sai, a reserved young gentleman, writes of the photos:
One is of Bryant Park taken about 2 days ago, the other is of one of those subway ventilation grates taken a while ago (somewhere in Brooklyn).
Sai is off to Mt. Rainier National Park where he will be a Vegetation Restoration Intern for the summer. Seems like a job right up A Life’s Work’s alley. Maybe he’ll write something about his work for the blog sometime. (Hint, hint!)