Seems like I post just once a year . . .
One of Lisbon’s famous trams.
Photo by Carloszk on Freeimages.com
… when I’m getting ready to take another trip. And here were are. Getting ready to go to Portugal again, then hopping over to Southern France, ending up in Nice for a few days. REALLY looking forward to it.
We’ll be spending the first part of the trip (May23-27) in Lisbon which my traveling companion Leslie says we didn’t see enough of last year. And I pretty much agree with that. We went from Lisbon to Porto, and saw some other cities along the drive back south, but didn’t spend as much time in Lisbon as it probably deserved.
Villefranche-sur-mer, 2018.
© 2018 Dave Dufour
We’re then going to grab a flight to Toulouse, which I’ve seen billed as a mini-Paris. We’ll spend a day or so there, and then off to Carcassonne, and then driving east toward Avignon and Arles. That part of the trip isn’t as well thought out but it will be. Eventually we’ll be in my old stomping grounds (so to speak) of Nice and the Cote d’Azur. Hoping to capture more personal photography in all these locations, which is sort of hard to do if you’re in more tourist locations.
I’ll be taking my Canon EOS R camera with a couple lenses. I may or may not take a film camera. My trusty Rolleicord is in need of a repair, and it may not get one ever, considering parts are hard to come by. Breaks my heart, actually, but I will see what I can do. I don’t currently have a good traveling medium format camera, unless you count a Holga (I don’t, really), but I may pick something up between now an wheels up.
Heading for Portugal
In the last week of May, a friend and I will be heading to Portugal. I’ve never been there, and have virtually no language skills for that country. In France, which I’ve visited now numerous times, I am familiar with language and customs and get along fine. Perhaps Portugal will be the same. The plan is to fly into Lisbon, spend a few days, take the train to Porto, which is in the north and is in the country’s wine-growing region, then renting a car to com back south to Coimbra, and then into Lisbon again for the flight home. Should be fun. I haven’t rented a car in Europe since 2018, so I’m sure driving will be somewhat new to me again, but it shouldn’t be difficult. At least they drive on the right-hand side of the road in Europe.
As for camera equipment, I haven’t decided what I’ll take. Automatically, I have the trusty iPhone, which takes great pictures, and is actually quite good in low light, but it won’t be my “main” camera. That will be the Canon EOS R, which I purchased just before last year’s Paris trip. But should I take a film camera? I have taken the Rolleicord TLR to Europe several times, and not used it, so I think I’ll leave it behind. Regardless of what film cameras I bring, I usually don’t use them that much. I’d take the Olympus 35 sp rangefinder but it has an issue that I’m not sure I can fix before the trip, plus it needs at least a little testing, since I replaced the light seals recently.
If I can replace the light seals on the little Olympus PEN EE, a half frame camera I have, I might load that up with B&W film and see what happens. That might just be the best plan.
For the Canon EOS R, I will economize on lenses. Probably just the 50mm prime and the 28-105 zoom. I have a couple longer zoom lenses, but these are usually not so practical on vacation. I’m not doing wildlife photography, so I don’t need the longer length. The shorter zoom seems to do most of what I want. And the 50 is probably the best lens I have in terms of clarity and it’s perfect for street pix. So I may be traveling “photo-light” this time around.
If anyone has suggestions about travel photography or Portugal itself, leave them here. Thanks.
Girls of Summer
Eleanor (left), Claire and Evelyn at Birch Lake, Labor Day 2023. A black and white version of this image was shown at the 2024 Midwest Museum of American Art (in Elkhart, Indiana) Regional Juried Show. Didn’t win anything further prizes but it was an honor to be accepted into the show.
Waiter in Paris, Café de la Paix 2023
Taken during one of the last days of my August 2023 trip to Paris. This is kind of a lucky shot, in that the waiter’s body posture, positioning of people (in threes) and the framing provided by the awning worked well together. This restaurant is on the Avenue de l’Opera. The Opera Garnier is in the background. Prints of this are available.
News! This photo won 2nd place prize in the 2024 Elkhart Art League Juried show.
Back to Paris
It will have been five years since I last visited Paris when I go again in November. Paris is one of those places that just calls you back, but because of the pandemic, two previously scheduled iterations in 2020 had to be cancelled. Even now, it’s not a cinch I’ll be able to go, but the odds are in favor of it. This time I’m going with my cousin, who has wanted to go with me for quite some time. It will therefore be a somewhat different kind of trip, but we will have fun in any case. We’re going over the Thanksgiving holiday here in the states, which may mean smaller crowds in Paris, certainly smaller crowds of Americans. But it’s hard to say.
My big objective will be, of course, to take more photos of the city and its people. Because Kathy, my cousin, has not been there before, I will necessarily visit some places that I’ve seen before, but like a lot of Paris, these don’t suffer from repeated viewing. I’m still fascinated with the Eiffel Tower, the Trocadero, the busy-ness of Mont Martre, the Alexandre III bridge and the Musée d’Orsay. Notre Dame is, of course closed during the repairs from the fire, but the exterior is still beautiful.
So plans are underway — let’s just hope Europe doesn’t go for another lockdown in the fall. That would be a disaster.
This arrived yesterday
Holga 120 GCFN
Managed to snatch this up on eBay for a good price. I have another Holga, but this one has the built-in flash and the glass lens, which is a bit better than the plastic one. The thing is, Holgas are notoriously bad/good cameras that create random effects. Originally built in China as a cheap camera for peasants, it’s become something of an artsy-hipster cult camera with the resurgence of film photography generally. Debating on whether I will take this on my next trip to France or not, but I might.
The Paris Cafés
La Favorite in le Marais, Paris.
I just uploaded a couple more pictures from my 2016 Paris trip, and I thought I’d add some extended comments.
La Favorite is a bistro type restaurant, a brasserie, actually, in the Marais district of Paris. It’s much like many other bistros that offer 24 hour service (“ouverte 24 heures”), and a varied breakfast, lunch and dinner menu. So although it’s not special in Paris, it’s very handy and close to the St. Paul Metro stop. Bistros and their associated sidewalk cafés are probably the best food values in the city. You can get the classic croque madame and croque monseiur along with other breakfast selections, and all for a pretty good price in an otherwise pricey city. And the food is largely very good, if not gourmet. I like them because they’re where I can experience the real feel of being a Parisian. La Favorite is especially bustling, with fast service, and no-nonsense waiters. I stayed at the nearby Hotel Jeanne d’Arc, and La Favorite was right around the corner when I grabbed breakfast before a day of walking, sightseeing and street photography. As you can see in the photo, it has a complete bar, another standard element of bistros and brasseries in Paris. The only better deal in dining out is to grab a croissant from one of the many boulangeries that are all over the more residential districts. Regardless of how you dine in Paris, find out what the locals prefer, and get a real French experience.
Dishes are generally quite good at most bistros and restaurants, with one caveat. The French don’t do steak very well. I’ve ordered steak at two or three bistros in Paris and elsewhere in France and the beef is generally tougher and more stringy than what most Americans are accustomed. Lamb, pork and fish dishes are by far better, and you usually won’t be disappointed. The French also tend to fail in their conception of the hamburger. I went to a small restaurant in the 2nd Arrondissement that was a self-styled American diner. The cheeseburger I ordered had a flavor I don’t usually associate with the USA’s favorite sandwich. The fries, of course were perfect (the French invented them, after all). But the problem with hamburgers isn’t universal, as I have had good ones in a couple of locations. Of course, I could have gone to McDonald’s for a burger (I didn’t), but I couldn’t see the point. My best advice is to eat and drink as the French do, and you’ll enjoy it much more.
Espresso
Taking a break with an espresso.
The French word “café,” of course means “coffee.” And my personal favorite is espresso. Every café serves it, as either a single or double espresso. It’s hot, bitter and comes with sugar on the side and sometimes a piece of lemon peel to twist in. If you order un café, the default is espresso, although many waiters will recognize a non-French accent, and inquire if you mean an Americano (espresso with water added) or espresso. I usually just order un double-espresso, because it lasts longer (although if you’re outside in cooler weather, the beverage loses heat pretty rapidly.)
Stopping at a sidewalk café for an espresso is, for me, one of the simple pleasures of life in Paris. I feel that I blend with the city, and as a photographer, sitting outside is a great, unobtrusive vantage point from which to take photos of people passing by. Starbucks is everywhere, but I never go there for anything, because it’s an inauthentic experience.
Hope these thoughts on dining in Paris are helpful to you on your next visit.
Look what arrived Friday.
This is pretty much all I need to develop black and white film. Except for a couple times in the 80s, I haven't done this since I was in college. I was pretty good at it back then, and although the process is pretty simple, I expect there to be a learning curve.
Why do this? More to the point, why shoot film at all? There is something to be said for working with film. It slows down your process and makes one consider each exposure, since film, unlike pixels, isn't free. And there IS a different look to film. Generally, a film negative has a much higher resolution than most digital images. Film also forces more precision in the shooting, because the image isn't immediately available. One has to expose correctly from the start.
Anyway, I'm looking forward to the adventure.
Buying travel and photo accessories
It’s easy to go nuts on stuff you have to have in order to travel. This is especially true if you’re a photography nut, and I try to resist as much as possible. I'm going to Nice next month, and I'm taking two film cameras with me in addition to my regular digital on my trip to Nice next month. So I’ve gotten film (120 & 35mm), plus a third battery for the Canon digital and then I finally bit the bullet on the smaller Platypod. This is a device that serves the same function as a tripod, sort of , but it’s really a kind of plate with screws in it and a place to attach your camera. Good for long exposures and low angles especially, and it can be placed on a table top when I want it off the ground. It can also be strapped to a tree or other object, although I don’t think that’s a likely scenario for me. Picture above. It’s a little pricey for a flat piece of metal, but it seems to be a well thought-out design, so I think it should be useful. I got a ball-head tripod mount (the only way to attach the Platypod to a camera), and I hope the whole rig will support the DSLR with at least the smaller zoom lens. There’s a bigger version for larger cameras and big lenses.
I’m taking three cameras, in addition to the iPhone: the Canon t6i DSLR, a “new” late-sixties vintage Olympus 35 SP 35mm rangefinder (sweet little camera), and a 1950s Rolleicord twin-lens reflex. The Rollei was given to me by my grandfather, and I’m not sure why he parted with it, but he had sort of devolved to very simple point and shoot film cameras late in life, and maybe the Rollei was just more camera than he wanted. But it still works flawlessly, and I love it, even though I don’t use it as much as I would like.
Oh, I also got a new cable release that will work swell with the film cameras. I could probably buy another ten items to take with me, but I'm holding the line at this point.
Dialing Facebook Down
Life is much less stressful since I’ve stopped following about ninety percent of my Facebook friends. The political acrimony has gotten so bad on that platform that it has ceased to be an interesting place. I stopped posting my own political opinions several months ago because even the mildest of opinions brought a herd of demanding, antagonistic, name-callers from the left.
I’m also somewhat perplexed that a) so many people have so much time for venom, and b) I don't miss it much at all.
Privacy issues aside, Facebook can be a colossal waste of time. Keeping up with all the kitty pictures, political diatribe, relationship statuses and pray-for-me posts takes time. Lots of it. And there's no actual reward for doing so. No arguments are won, no prayers are answered, and knowing minute details about online friends has very little value. Certainly not as much as spending actual physical time with them -- like, in the same room. The online world can be wonderful, but it's not where your friends REALLY are.
Looking back: Rainy evening in Paris
Rainy night in Paris, December 2015. This was a great evening for me. I’ve visited three times, twice for a full week. I love getting familiar with a city like this. This particular evening, it was pouring down rain and I had purchased an umbrella just across the street from this little café. It was below 40°F this particular evening but like a lot of Parisians, I preferred my espresso outside where I could watch people. I maintained my position here and took photo after photo; whatever came into the viewfinder. There is no better city for this than Paris. Or maybe New York. But in Paris, there’s espresso al fresco. #paris #parisjetaime #SPiCollective
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Blessings in disguise: the flood of 2018
It’s been a heck of a week. On Wednesday, February 21, the Elkhart River started overflowing its banks. By 1:00 am Thursday morning it had crested at the highest level ever recorded and the edge of the river was touching my patio, about 50 feet from the normal riverbank. This meant that my basement flooded, but with pumping, we kept the level to around 2.5 feet in depth. I lost some items, but with the help of my daughter and son-in-law, a lot of things were saved.
The event is a blessing in disguise because it has forced the issue for me of clearing out a lot of the artifacts of my old life and allowing me to move more easily into a new one.
For years, even before my dear wife Michele died, I have been aware that we were somewhat trapped by our possessions. This event has made it necessary, and somewhat easier, to release those things to others, to the dump, to children, etc. I need the room and the freedom this has precipitated.
This week, a dumpster will arrive at the house and the beginnings of the great purge will begin. I think it will be a little difficult for me at times, but generally, I’m ready for it.
No Way to Treat a Lady (picture)
Don't open the door.
Brent Graber and Annette Kaczanowski in character for No Way to Treat A Lady. This is not a scene from the show, but it's an idea I had and couldn't resist giving it this surreal look. The show is a dark comedic musical based on the Rod Steiger movie. Opens March 2 at the Bristol Opera House.
No, this isn’t the show you’re looking for.
So, I was sitting on the toilet in a stall at IUSB this morning, when a herd of little boys comes in and they start using the toilets. flushing repeatedly, playing with the water in the sinks, leaving them running, screwing up the towel dispenser, etc. They're kids from South Bend Schools there to see the Children's Theatre show (incidentally named for my late wife Michele), but there's not a responsible male in sight.
Pretty soon, one of them yanks open the door to my stall, I yell, and he shuts it quick. The kids start peeking in at me between the spaces in the door. Nice. Then one of them starts banging on my door like he's trying to get me to hurry up. Sheesh. The female teachers had just sent the kids on in without anyone to maintain order.
Eventually I came out and told Demarée and Neil King (Michele's successor) about it and we had a good laugh, but I think they were going to try to prevent this for subsequent days of the children's theatre.
Talk about your sneaker peekers.
Today is my sister's birthday.
I remember when we got my sister. I say we “got” her because none of our family saw her on the day she was born. My parents adopted her a few days after her birthday in January 1965. They knew they would be adopting a girl, but didn’t know exactly when. My parents had gone through several interviews, an inspection of our house, and other background checking in preparation, and it was all done but the waiting when we got a phone call that a baby was waiting at the Family and Children’s Center in Mishawaka, Indiana. In those days (1965), it was unusual for families to know much about the biological parents of an adopted child, but we were aware that the mother was from the area.
My parents, and my brother and I went to the center and my parents were led into a room where my sister was in a crib. They were told that if they had any doubts about adopting after seeing the child, they could walk away and it would be ok. But my mother was in love immediately.
As we left the center with our new little sister, snow was starting to fall. I will never forget the look on my mother’s face as she walked to the car, beaming down at the face of her new little girl.
Happy Birthday, Jenne.
Birthdays and butt-dialing.
Today is Michele’s birthday. She would be 62 if she were still with us. When she died two years ago of cancer, she left a big hole in our family. After all this time (it seems like it was yesterday), I still miss her terribly, and there are many moments when I ask out loud why she had to leave us, and why won’t she come back. Silly, of course. She’s not coming back, and there are many things I wish I could say to her, to make her laugh, to ask forgiveness, to rededicate ourselves to each other and to our family.
The things she missed out on are many. Things she wouldn’t have missed for the world: the grandkids growing up, Paige’s first child, Paula and Dylan’s wedding. These and more have all happened without her. If there is something after death, I hope she can be with us in some way.
Scantron is that grading system used on standardized tests. The student fills in the appropriate circle on a card that corresponds to the correct answer on the test paper. The card is machine read and saves oodles of time spent on manual grading. When I was a kid, we didn’t call it Scantron (which is a brand name), because the technology was fairly new, but students today all seem to know what it means. They also don’t like this kind of test very much.
As an adjunct “professor” with not a ton of time for grading, Scantron is a godsend. But it’s limited to grading multiple choice and/or True/False questions. If I really want to test a student’s knowledge, I have to add some short answer or open-answer type questions, which takes me back to manual grading of some questions.
Many students are pretty good at guessing on multiple choice tests, but are terrible at pulling up knowledge from nowhere or doing any kind of analysis, much less writing it in any coherent fashion. Even at the college level, most students a poor writers, have little knowledge of history or current news. Which brings up a host of other questions I could discuss, but will leave for another time.
I accidentally butt-dialed Deirdre (Dede) Lovejoy this morning. Dede is a professional actress of some note (The Wire, Lucky Guy, Bones), and the daughter of Marcia Fulmer. She called back. I awkwardly told her it was accidental, and let it go at that.
Accidentally calling someone from your pocket, or butt-dialling, is a completely cell phone phenomenon. It’s not the equivalent of the land-line era “wrong number,” because it’s actually a RIGHT number. Just dialed at the wrong time. What’s the protocol for this issue? Mine is this: If the recipient’s phone has only rung once, I hang up in hopes they will not have gotten a ring at their end, or if they have, they’ll know that one ring indicates it was a mistake. If it’s rung more than once, I will stay on the line and then apologize for accidentally dialing someone.
For some reason, on the iPhone, I’m particularly prone to this. It’s a touch-screen thing. It never happened with physical buttons on a phone. Sometimes progress simply presents us with a new set of problems.
Introspection
Noted and read an article from the U.K. with headline "Loneliness is as deadly as smoking 15 cigarettes a day." Read the article to see if I am "lonely." Apparently not. Most of the time. But what does it mean that I checked?
March Gallery Show
I'm going to have a gallery show of my photos in March of 2018. Between 15 and 20 images, some yet to be created I'm guessing. It will be in my hometown, Elkhart, Indiana, at the Elkhart Art League. I'll have more info as the time approaches.
Southern Indiana is prettier than I remember it.
Abandoned house in rural DuBois County, Indiana.
Southern Indiana, with it's gorgeous rural hills and sparser population, is very beautiful this time of year, extending into the fall season when it will be popping with color. I hadn't been down that way until recently, when my daughter's mother-in-law passed away. My daughter Demarée and I were elected to represent our side of the family at the funeral so we went down to DuBois County. Even though it was hot and kind of muggy, the area had plenty of visual impact. The photo here was taken as we moved from the funeral to the widower's home. And there were more sights like this, which I'd very much like to go back and capture at some point.