It’s a Christmas cracker! Paul and I will be reading tales of the season in a couple venues around town. The first is on Saturday the 13th at the Haller Lake Community Center at 7 PM. The second is at the Good Shepherd Center Chapel performance space on Monday the 22nd, starting at 7:30.
We’ll be reading classics – Paul’s soulful version of ‘Gift of the Magi’, plus, donning Santa cap and bells, his sonorous and heartfelt ‘Night before Christmas’. Jean will finish off with the hilarious Jean Shepherd saga ‘Red Ryder meets the Cleveland Street Kid’, from which the movie ‘A Christmas Story’ was adapted.
We can’t decide whether to call these evenings Up the Chimney or Down the Chimney with Jean & Paul. Votes?
This panoramic look into Wallingford’s Meridian Playfield is one of the sites/subjects I chose to repeat practically every day since I started my “Wallingford Walk” now 28 months ago. The number of tended locations is now more than 400. By now I rarely add new ones. The complete walk takes about four hours, but this includes visits with friends I come upon and stops at a few health spas like Julia’s bakery and Al’s Tavern.
At the top of this “Fall of Fall” there is a hint of autumn – or many hints with the first fallen leaves — in a three-part pan that was photographed on Oct/12 of this year. In all seven choices or examples the themselves wide-angle parts have been merged and the seams mostly hidden. In the scene below it, which was taken Oct/27 some of the trees are well into the fall season, and thirteen days later, on Nov/2 in the third-from-top pan, a good part of their colorful show has dropped to the floor of the Good Shepherd campus. Four pans down, the gold has turned brown and is hardly noticed in the shadows. The trees are almost bare. This fall show, then, lasted about six weeks. The winter doldrums will endure until early march. We may hope that they will be interrupted by snow, as in five-down on the fifteen of January 2008. The sixth pan from the top gives us a hint of what to expect. Touches of spring are evident from my repeated prospect. For all of these pans I’m propped against a tree at the southeast corner of the playfield. This No. 6 spring scene was taken still in the first full year of my walking – on March 14, 2007. (I began walking my irregular circle – from my front porch and back – in July 2006.) Here the wettest part of the playfield is protected from athletes with a plastic orange net. Finally, in the bottom pan the park is in full summer on July/28 of this year, 2008. The fence has been removed and the field is dry and a bit beaten.
For my own satisfaction I refer to this as Hyde Park, for the big trees remind me of London’s big park, especially when recorded as it is here with 90 degrees of the playfield showing. From these seven views you may get a mistaken notion that this playfield is little used. Soccer players, fetching dogs, and sometimes mordant teens who smoke behind and beneath the distant trees along Meridian Avenue are almost regulars. The dogs surely are regulars. So far I have at least 700 pans from this location leaning against a big tree. From these I will select and “polish” with Photoshop, and any other program that will help, about two hundred of them (I speculate) for a variety of animation that will involve rapid dissolves between the chosen scenes.
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My apologies for not having gotten these up sooner. They should have accompanied Sally Anderson’s fine review, but better late than never, I always say (in fact, I never say that, but it seemed appropriate for this remarkable show).
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(Incidentally, the mysterious final photo of the series was taken peering through the newspaper coffin to obtain a view, not of eyes, but of the negative-corpse-space’s leg holes.)
I adore this time of year. It was really frizzzing on the Champs Elysées, you can see the Obélisque of Place de la Concorde right in the middle of Ferris Wheel!
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Yesterday, I made a few stops around town picking up Now and Then shots for Paul’s column. Those below are extras.
First, I stopped at the 41st and Aurora pedestrian overpass and met historian/preservationist Heather McAuliffe and her daughter’s grade school class and teachers from BF Day for a repeat of a 1936 photo. The original was taken below the overpass looking up.
Then I headed downtown to meet Ron Edge, a photo collector and history sleuth, who’s been helping Paul unravel mysteries. We were trying to repeat a pic of an old tin shop at the corner of what is now 1st and Yesler. Here’s Ron, braving traffic:
Later that afternoon, I met baseball historian Dave Eskenazi and we climbed up on top of a vast rooftop (a windowless storage building for King County Elections) looking for signs of Dugdale Park, an ancient baseball field. This eerie white expanse, which covers the footprint of the old park, is just around the corner from Washington Hall at 14th and Fir.
As always, click on the pix to see them full size.
A pretty glorious shot by guest photog, Steve Sampson. Paul pronounced it the most beautiful sky he’s ever seen in Seattle. Thanks, Steve!
For the first time of my life I went to the annual fair of cocks or turkeys in Varaignes in Périgord which is every 11th of November.
This little village of Périgord is in fact the capital of cocks. Every farmer brings the most beautiful animals which are lead to the village with guards in traditional suits, members of the “confrérie du dindon”, who meet some others members of the “confrérie of volailles” ( poultry) in Licques North of France, they go though the market like stars ( a little festival of Cannes). This fair is very popular, it is true we forget famine, here begins a giant banquet dressed for at least 700 persons.
The atmosphere was marvelous, out of time ! I noticed they were selling original clogs, berets and charentaises, some traditional food like kilometers of boudins, well a little bit trash for Paul.
I thought of my grand-father who was used to go to these fairs and was bringing back food, presents, cloths he could find before we invented the supermarket.