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The D.C. Funk Parade Is A Reason To Live In The Nation’s Capital

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on May 8, 2016 by johnbuckley100

Funk Parade 2016-4

Lord knows, Washington, D.C. has its problems.  But for an afternoon in May each year, they are all forgotten as the U Street corridor, from the newly gleaming, insta-neighborhood of North Shaw to the once-again de facto center of the city — 14th Street — becomes a carnival mixing young and old, African Americans and everyone else, straights and gays, families and singles.  And that doesn’t even include the Funk Parade itself, which goes from the Howard Theater to Ben’s Chili Bowl.  Just a few hours after the President gave the commencement address at Howard, and just a few hours before the Washington Capitals stayed alive by beating the Penguins at the Verizon Center, the city came together, as it does each year, in a reminder of why it’s great to live in cities, and not just cities per se, but the Nation’s Capital.  Here are some photos that should give you a flavor of what the day was like.  All images taken with a Leica Monochrom (type-246) and 50mm APO-Summicron-Asph.

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The Girl Steps Out Of The Picture

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on May 28, 2015 by johnbuckley100

Leica Monochrom (Type-246), Dumbarton Oaks.

Gardens For Book 2-38

At The Vietnam Memorial, Name Recognition

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on May 25, 2015 by johnbuckley100

In a fantastic piece by Charles Blow in today’s New York Times, Civil War historian David W. Blight is quoted on the solemn event at war’s end when freed African-Americans reburied dead Union prisoners of war, and “staged a parade of 10,000” around the cemetery where they lay.

“After the dedication, the crowd dispersed into the infield and did what many of us do on Memorial Day: enjoyed picnics, listened to speeches, and watched soldiers drill.”

“The war was over,” wrote Blight, “and Memorial Day had been founded by African-Americans in a ritual of remembrance and consecration.”

We thought of these words this morning, at the Vietnam Memorial.

Memorial Day BW Name Recognition

You Write The Script: The Street Photographer’s Dilemma

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on May 20, 2015 by johnbuckley100

Whether it is a single shot, unposed, a moment of time, or a series to show how an incident unfolded, street photography is the depiction of a slice of life, a moment in time.  There are certain ethical rules we abide by that perhaps others don’t: Vivian Maier has an entire subchapter of photographs of drunken stumblebums, which she may or may not have ever intended the world to see.  To each his own, though for the record, we don’t take pictures of the homeless, of panhandlers, those whose misery and vulnerability is paramount, even as they lay defenseless before the lens.

Ah, but what about lovers in the middle of some drama?  Is it ethical not only to take their photograph, but to post it, as we do here?

The Breakup 1

We came across the above scene as we were walking home some days ago.  As soon as we saw the woman with her arms on the man’s shoulder, our camera went to our eye.  We didn’t really have time to wonder what was going on between them, though the body language triggered our awareness that we were an eyewitness to a searing moment of intimacy.  Was it right for us to take this picture? To now display it?  And if so, what was she saying?  What is passing between these two?

The Breakup 2

He’s clearly affected by it; the look on his face seems to be hurt, suppressed anger.  She’s trying to get him to understand something.  Is she leaving him?  Trying to get him to do something?  There’s a tenderness that suggests she’s not leaving him, or at least not parting without affection.

The Breakup 3

One last try at getting him to understand, or at least accept, some decision or admonition or directive on her part.  We don’t know what it was, and on some level, this is clearly an invasion of their intimate moment.  And yet it was on the street, so we literally have the right to have captured it.  And the poignancy of the moment is, to us, sufficiently dramatic that of course we would have tried capturing it.  The correctness of whether we properly should now be sharing this with the world hangs before us.  We choose to believe, however, as a storyteller, as a dramatist, that a moment such as this, taking place on a stage such as that, captured as it was, deserves to be shared.  And so we have.

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