Some out take from a photo shoot a few years ago.
need to post more on line. when i can.
a taste of more to come . . .
By the way, this man produces the finest coffee i have had in tokyo.
if you are in the harajuku area, find his shop.
Paris, what a city. A city so vibrant full of life, beauty and something to catch anyones interest around any corner one chooses to turn. That was the greatest thing. The endless wandering from street to avenue to the broad boulevards. Again a big shout out to Patrick, Sophie and Frederic who made our trip to their city even more enjoyable.
Another Holga view of Paris.
Headaches makes one take stock, reevaluate, stand up and be counted. This past week being troubled by headaches even though I am officially off of work, and suppose to be able to relax. Not able too. I started thinking back to my trip to Paris in 2007, the trip and love of a lifetime. To be surrounded by such beautiful culture, good people, like Frederic, Ann Sophie, and Patrick, who helped to introduce my wife and i to their city. All was beautiful. My only worry was which film to load, and where should we stop to have a noisette.
This all leads me to here.
Where are we going before our bones lay under the cities walls. There is so much joy in between.
We need, I need to seek out the joy. Love the precious life that we are given.
Love
Walking back to the station in Ichikawa, Chiba, my heart dropped down around my ankles today. The Oaba Photo Studio is No More. It was there a few months ago. Yes, it was decaying, and empty, a hollow shell of what it most have been.
The papers that lay in its window were faded from years of exposure. But that is all gone now. At this time huge canvas sheets protect the road from the debris from its destruction. Several bright orange cones keep the viewers back.
Sigh, so yes, the Obara Photographic Studio will be missed. Another piece of analog history dies.
The Oaba Photographic Studio, 2008
Taken with the Fujipet 120 camera
The Oaba Photographic Studio Is No More, 2009