
Photography
Seattle Photo-Market Face
Seattle Photo-What Are You Looking For?
Seattle Photo-All-Star Game
Seattle Photo-Strolling
Seattle Photos-Summer Colors
Seattle Photo-Southbound
Seattle Photo-Shipping Sunday
Seattle Photo-Building Practice
Seattle Photo-Market Silhouette
Seattle Photo-Bridge View
Seattle Photo-Bus Stop Practice
Seattle Photo-Restaurant Silhouette
Seattle Photo-Think Like A Fish
Seattle Photo-Bull Terrier
Seattle Photo-Playground
Seattle Photo-City Image
Seattle Photo-Some Shapes & Colors
Seattle Photo-April Days
Seattle Photo-The Black Triangle
Seattle Photo-Reflection Practice
Seattle Photo-Lake Sketch
Seattle Photo-Crow Sketch
Seattle Photo-The Case Of The Stuffed Gull
Saturday Poem-Donald Justice
There is a gold light in certain old paintings’
There is a gold light in certain old paintings
That represents a diffusion of sunlight.
It is like happiness, when we are happy.
It comes from everywhere and from nowhere at once, this light,
And the poor soldiers sprawled at the foot of the cross
Share in its charity equally with the cross.
Orpheus hesitated beside the black river.
With so much to look forward to he looked back.
We think he sang then, but the song is lost.
At least he had seen once more the beloved back.
I say the song went this way: O prolong
Now the sorrow if that is all there is to prolong.
The world is very dusty, uncle. Let us work.
One day the sickness shall pass from the earth for good.
The orchard will bloom; someone will play the guitar.
Our work will be seen as strong and clean and good.
And all that we suffered through having existed
Shall be forgotten as though it had never existed.
Seattle Photo-Cloud & Hill
Sunday Photo-Another Market Face
Seattle Photo-Market Face
Seattle Photo-Red Triangle
Seattle Photo-Color Practice
Seattle Photo-Market Gesture I
Seattle Photo-Sunday Color
Big Trouble In Little Seattle
Seattle Photo-The More Things Change…
Some say ‘Delicatessen’, with its 156 minute run-time, is a slog. Three hours of film cut down from eight, taking place entirely within a midday Parisian deli, can be a bit much. Half-heard conversations. A 13 minute single-shot discussion of death, children and cheese.
Others say no modern work illuminates as many centuries of French history, family tensions and socio-economic struggles as does this modern French classic.
***Auteur theory: New Wave theory holds that the two female protagonists are simply puppets for Clement Barreau’s own failed marriages, disgraced career as a pop-signer, and his desire to ‘burn down the Sorbonne and stand like Napoleon within’.
After Clement Barreau’s infamous 1967 Dakar rally accident, his body was returned to Paris from the colonial deserts.
C’est la vie, mon ami…

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***Easily manipulable images and standardized, formalized text are happening right now. Keep your bullshit detectors finely-tuned.
Seattle Photo-Sunday Morning Fog
Seattle Photo-New Blue Awning
Seattle Photo-More Purple Practice
Seattle Photo-Red Light District, Green Light: Murder
Seattle Photo-Color Practice Sunset
Seattle Photo-Coffee Shop II
Seattle Photo-File 59
Seattle Photo-Alleyway Steam
Seattle Photo-Listen Up
Seattle Photo-Are You Modern?
Seattle Photo-Bridge Reflection
Seattle Photo-Color Practice
Seattle Photo-Street Sleeper II
Seattle Photo-Sound Practice
Seattle Photo-New Year’s Ferry
Seattle Photo-Shoveling Rocks
Seattle Photo-Snow Color Practice
Seattle Photo-Fog Day III
Seattle Photo-Business District
Seattle Photo-Red Practice
Seattle Photo-Striated Clouds
Seattle Photo-Fog Day II
Seattle Photo-Fog Day
Seattle Photo-Gull Wings
Seattle Photo-Street-Sleeper
Seattle Photo-Sea Gull I
Seattle Photo-Flag Behind Glass
Seattle Photo-The City Between Us
Seattle Photo-1924
Seattle climate: Pacific Marine. Around late September to early October, the switch flips and the High pressure ridge no longer holds. The sunny, temperate summer (July 4th–September 20th) is gone, Jack. A few bigger storms move in (more wind and relatively more rain). In come the clouds, and the drizzle, and because we’re at 48 degrees north latitude, the darkness.
As for snow, there’s plenty of moisture around, but getting the moisture AND the cold air together is tough. The cold air dams behind the Cascades and up high and in Eastern Washington. Sometimes it drains through the Fraser River valley and spills over Seattle. You might not get any snow for a winter or two, or you might get 1-2 weeks of below freezing temps, and 2-24 inches of snow on the ground before it melts with the next rain. Lots of variability.
Dress in layers with moisture protection. The difference between the rare sun on your skin and walking through a damp, chill fog could be 15-20 degrees. Expect low light, and sunrise as you go to work and sunset before you leave.
Join a club…and get some good exercise. Wait for late April or May to start seeing real sunny days again.

Repost-A Few Thoughts On Dave Jordano’s ‘Detroit Nocturne’
‘Detroit Nocturne‘ found here. Via Mick Hartley.
I’m partial to ‘Joey’s Meatcutter Inn, Bar & Grill 2017‘:
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Immediately, I think of Edward Hopper: The lonely cityscape at night or the familiar glow of gas station lights cast into the American wilderness. The eye might want to linger among the colors, shapes and clouds even though the mind knows this is pretty much an empty street in a ‘post-industrial’ zone.
Perhaps it has do with another strand of expression: The break into free verse from past forms. The move from American Romanticism to Modernism which occurred this early past century. William Carlos Williams produced many good poems from a process of earnest, scrapbook-style intensity in trying to discover, redefine, and order a new poetic form within a modern ‘urban landscape.’
The individual artist is quite alone in the task he’s set before himself, and like much of modernism, it’s a rather big task.
Pastoral
When I was younger
it was plain to me
I must make something of myself.
Older now
I walk back streets
admiring the houses
of the very poor:
roof out of line with sides
the yards cluttered
with old chicken wire, ashes,
furniture gone wrong;
the fences and outhouses
built of barrel staves
and parts of boxes, all,
if I am fortunate,
smeared a bluish green
that properly weathered
pleases me best of all colors.
No one
will believe this
of vast import to the nation
Do you believe any of that to be of vast import to the nation. Are you no one?
Another one of Jordano’s photos which stuck out was: ‘Church Rectory With Lightning, Eastside, Detroit, 2016

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Perhaps I’m not wrong in having called Halloween horror still and movie images to mind (it’s my mind, after all, so maybe I’m just thinking of Devil’s Night). I really enjoy the light on the dumpster and the side-front rectory wall. There seems to be a little more mood here, more drama, so maybe Edgar Allan Poe’s ‘psychological intensity,’ surrealism, and terror are more appropriate for comparison.
Poe was a bit mad, after all, despite his fascinatingly untamed and powerful imagination. He achieved a uniqueness and completeness of vision few artists do. Maybe there’s a bit of the sullen, self-aggrandizing earnestness in him of the teenager (J.D. Salinger); the desire to shock, delight and terrify.
The mind is as though a chamber, the horror rising to fever pitch, the lush rhyme matching an increasingly desperate search for truth and beauty in the world (Poe had very much his own Romantically inspired metaphysics).
Alone
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—
Nice photos, Dave. Thank you.
As previously posted:
Via Curbed Detroit. (via David Thompson)
70 photos of the abandoned, foreboding Temple. Mysterious symbols and a certain sad grandeur that’s come to represent Detroit these days.
-Photographer Ben Marcin has a series called ‘Last House Standing.’ Solitary row-homes…the only ones left on the block.
From Buzzfeed: ‘Why I Bought A House in Detroit For $500:’
How did Detroit get here? Very comprehensive and easy to navigate.
More from Megan McArdle on the behavior that comes with pension bonuses.Charlie LeDuff, Detroit’s populist, citizen journalist’s youtube channel here. At least he’s sticking around.
Are you looking at beautiful photos and feeling sorry for Detroit, and yourself? See Time Magazine’s photo essay by Yves Marchand and Romain Meffre (less porn-like, more thoughtful).
Hipster hope, artists, collectivists and small business types can’t save it either: A Short Culture Wars Essay-Two Links On Detroit & ‘Ruin Porn’
GM is not a municipality, but good money got put in, probably after bad and it reeks of politics: From The Detroit News: ‘How The Treasury, GM Stock Deal Got Done’

































































