This very touching image by a Chinese photographer named Jianbin Huo,has been hanging on my wall for the last two years
From Audubon Magazine:
"As the tale is told, the 12-week-old monkey was separated from its mother and close to death when it was rescued by a refuge worker. But the little guy simply wouldn’t perk up until the bird became its inseparable friend. This sweet photograph of the orphan and its companion was snapped by chance by Jianbin Huo, a young Chinese photojournalist visiting the island".
You can read more here: http://tinyurl.com/yhz3rgl
PS. By the way, Jianbin Huo's birthday is on April 6th.
Yesterday was my friend Michael Melford's birthday, and I got to spend a few hours with him at his home about 40 miles from where I live. Michael was the first photographer that I traveled with as an assistant, when I moved to NYC in the early eighties. And, he was the last photographer that I traveled with after I decided to stop assisting a few years, and many photographers later.
Michael mostly shoots beautiful landscapes for National Geographic, and one of my favorite projects which appeared in the magazine was his piece on Acadia National Park in autumn. It's spectacular!
Before I left, we agreed to swap prints, and I was happy to take home a beautiful print of the first image in the gallery here: "Acadia National Park in Autumn".
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He's getting a print of my image of the Jade Screen Hotel, perched in the Huangshan Mt's of China:
According to Kennedy, Morrison and his future wife, Lu, used to toss a tin cake pan on the beach in California. The idea grew as Morrison considered ways to make the cake pans fly better and after serving as a pilot in World War II, Morrison began manufacturing his flying discs in 1948.
I have some friends who are members of the First Congregational Church, which sits on the Green here in Guilford. Last year I asked for and received permission to climb the scaffolding which was erected to repair the top of the steeple, and after going to the top and photographing with Barbara & Larry, two friendly and helpful Board Members from the church, we climbed down and parted ways.
After they were out of sight, and I was packing up my equipment, a Guilford police officer showed up and demanded to know who I was and what was I doing on the steeple. And, a few minutes later another police car arrived. Eventually it was cleared up when they contacted "church people", and I was allowed to leave. Whew!
This morning, while walking across the Green after a meeting with a colleague, I thought that perhaps there might be an image or two from the same steeple, during the snowstorm. I walked over to Barbara's house, to see if it was possible. She made some calls, got permission and we arranged to rendezvous around noon.
Here are few of the resulting images:
Guilford Green, from the steeple
The frosted bell in the steeple
The steeple from the Guilford Green
Check back, as I may and try to get back up there tomorrow, after the storm has cleared.
Losing a pet which you love, and who loves you back-every day of its life, can be devastating.
Last night, our little girl Lucy was hit by a car and lived long enough for me to get her into the kitchen, where she died.
We adopted Lucy from Forgotten Felines, a no-kill Shelter in Westbrook CT, in November of 2008. She was a very nervous and distrusting young cat, and we knew that she'd be a "project" that would take much love and affection to earn her trust.
Added on 2.5.2010:
Lucy was a very special little cat that took a lot of time and love, and to to earn her trust. She was wary of most people, and we'll never know why. But she came to trust & return my love, and I will be forever grateful that she did. I remember when we first brought Lucy home. We couldn't even touch her for months, and I told Ingrid that someday she would let me hold her. It took time, but after some months of gaining her trust, she let me pick her up for 2 or 3 seconds and then she would panic. Eventually I could pick her up and hold her, and she would purr loudly, and rub her neck and head against my face.
Lucy loved being outside, hunting and exploring. Most of the time she stayed inside, but we couldn't keep her inside all of the time. As Ingrid has said, that would be like locking me in the house all day & night.
Here is a small gallery of images of Lucy which were made with my iPhone: "Lucy"
My website has some new images from last week's trip to Acadia, and while I'm pretty happy with the results, I continue to be stymied in my attempts to find someone with a snowmobile who can take me to the top of Cadillac Mt.
I'm not ready to pitch the story to a magazine (Yankee is interested already) until I get some images which I feel are missing.
First, I want images from, and of the summit of Cadillac Mountain, and I also want images from Isle au Haut.
Believe me. I like to hike uphill. In fact I think I'm a pretty strong uphill hiker, and I'd be happy to hike up the Auto Road with snowshoes, but the thought of trying to hike through new snow with a 25-30pound pack of equipment to shoot sunrise or sunset, doesn't sound like a good idea to me.
So, if anyone knows of a snow machine owner around Bar Harbor who is for hire, please let me know?
There has always been something very appealing to me, about moving to a remote house, somewhere in New England......probably Maine....that has always appealed to me.
J.D. Salinger did it.
"In 1953, Mr. Salinger, who had been living on East 57th Street in Manhattan, fled the literary world altogether and moved to a 90-acre compound on a wooded hillside in Cornish, N.H. He seemed to be fulfilling Holden’s desire to build himself “a little cabin somewhere with the dough I made and live there for the rest of my life,” away from “any goddam stupid conversation with anybody.”'
Other J.D. Salinger obituaries from around the World:
For the last couple of years, I have been working on a couple of long-term projects which I hope will result in books.
The first is the "Dairy Farm Signs" Project which is a photographic documentation of as many cow illustrations on Dairy Farm signs which I can find, and which are disappearing around New England. (Both the signs and the Dairy Farm signs are disappearing!)
The second photographic project that I have been working on is "Winter in Acadia National Park".
Here are two images from my trip to Acadia last January.
Last Saturday night, in anticipation of a Blizzard which was forecast for Coastal Downeast Maine, I started packing warm clothes, cameras, laptop, boots, etc.
When I got up at 6 am to leave, I checked the weather and discovered that the "Blizzard" had been downgraded to just a Winter Storm. Beside the fact that I still had/have a nasty cold and it was snowing pretty well here, I decided to abort the 8-9 hour drive, and try to get a better head start on the next Winter Storm in Acadia.