New Orleans, where I made my final stand. Music on Frenchman Street; Midsummer Mardi Gras; private, costumed karaoke with Kunal and his nerologist buddies from Tulane.
Do the Mormons allow photography inside Temple Square? Yes.
Did I capture my footage covertly, anyway? You bet I did
A “weirdo” Pat and I met at the Oregon Brewer’s Festival; performers at the last Friday street festival.
The first half, sights and sounds of Boston’s Freedom Trail; the second half, experimental filmology up over and around the twirlie-whirl.
Music on Frenchman Street; the Garden District; riding the street car; the CBD, French Quarter, and Congo Square; Aimee’s return; Midsummer Mardi Grad with Kunal and Erin.
Photos from in and around Austin; new broze statue of Willie Nelson in front of Austin City Limits; Kim and Sweetpea’s farm; long layovers on the train: the Alamo in San Antonio and the George Bush Sr. memorial in Houston.
Farmers’ Market with Sally; driving up into the mountains; touring Temple Square; killing time before the 3:30am train.
Bumming ’round the city; Golden Gate Park; Haight-Ashbury; Golden Gate Bridge; The Mission; Spinnin’ records with Applejack.
Scenes from around Pike Place Market; the Dead Man’s Tour of Seattle; the Gum Wall (my green peice in the center); eating vegemite with international travelers; the Garden of Remembrance.
Pike Place Market provides a smorgasbord for the senses. The smells of boiled and stewed seafood, Spanish and Asian specialties, and flowers, herbs and spices drift through the long hallways. Pink salmon and red grouper sit on ice before a crowd of international visitors while neon lights shine overhead. Patrons run their fingers through fruit stands where peddlers push peach slices in front of you, in the shops people rifle through shelves of old signs and records and hold hand-made statues and trinkets up in contemplation. Some raise spoonfulls of ciapporo–an Italian seafood stew with a tomato broth–while others chew on croissants and skewered meats.
But the sounds of the market make Seattle ring like no other city. Besides overhearing conversations in a litany of languages, you’ll encounter skilled street musicians entertaining the steady stream of market goers and watching their guitar cases fill with dollar bills.
An old man in boots, a leather vest, and a wide-brimmed hat plays guitar and sings about New Orleans in a voice like Louis Armstrong’s. Four young men with mandolins and acoustic guitars play an eerie Americana with an off-balance beat, arresting shoppers with their pleading rhythms. A cellist contorts herself around her instrument as she pulls a long vibrato tone.
In this video, see the jangly piano man who wheels his workplace into position each day and uses his visibility for polemics. Around the corner at the Seattle Museum of Art, a large black shadow bangs down a hammer ad infinitum. I heard the echo of a mournful accordion for two days before sniffing out the sound. The antic accordionist rewards my efforts with a look back into the camera.
You’ll probably want to turn the volume down before playing this–lots of wind up there.
Hiking to Scenic Point at 7,500 feet overlooking the Continental Divide, afraid the wind would blow me off the mountain but exhilerated by the view; a friend I met on the train and in the hostel; views from the red bus tour along Going-to-the-Sun Road; the mesmerizing flow of water.
I’m not a Marlins fan, but it seems fitting that the team from Florida throttled the Cubs and delivered a traditionally frustrating loss on my first time to Wrigley Field. Also, Ronnie and I went looking for the cyclist bar the night before and were in for a surprise.
The town of East Glacier, Montana; a day hike 12-miles long up to a 7,500-foot lookout; Red Bus Jammer Tour; the saloon and gift’s [sic] store.
Cubs lost to the Marlins; Architectural boat tour; Hangin’ with Ronnie and Rickie.
Big, drafty Detroit; Windsor, Canada; a car show in Ann Arbor; Ana’s wedding on the National Shoreline.
The National Zoo. Columbia Heights neighborhood. With friends at the Wonderland Ballroom. The National Mall and all the monmorials. The Smithsonian.
The Occupy Movement. The 9/11 Memorial Tower. Central Park. Patriotic street art. Paul eats a hotdog. Big Manhattan.