A few months spent working too much and walking too little in Strasbourg have left me slightly pot-bellied and eager to get back to Paname where there's just not time enough to eat that much and where the beer calories get burned off between metro stops.
H.B (Santa Klaws) gave me a copy of Fred Herzog: Photographs - a solid lesson in humility for any digitilised happy snapper, and not only because it provides an example of sublime and masterly use of Kodachrome that pre-dates Eggleston, but also because Herzog had an eye and a lightning-fast shutter touch that invites comparison with any of the best street photographers ever, Winogrand or Frank included. In terms of colour, the sweetest shock to my eyes since they first encountered Saul Leiter a few years ago...
Meanwhile, another year, another day, and I'm still going on without crutches yet, and still intent on trying to catch a glimpse of that elusive ultimate image that flickers somewhere in the deepest recesses of my mind's eye...
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Now I will have to follow you and read your accursed ramblings !!
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