Composing a photo essay

Meanwhile, in Germany, conditions (primarily an ill-fated demand for a unified Germany) led to a mass emigration of artists and intellectuals to the ports of New York and New Orleans. This swelled the numbers of Germans in Louisiana, who quickly merged with those already settled in the region. Recalls Frank Ehret of Gretna, "My great-grandfather, Cassimere Ehret, and his wife, Margaret Goyer, came to Louisiana from Germany in 1848. At that time there was an influx of German immigrants to the United States; they call them 'forty-eighters'." The Deutsche Gesellschaft was organized to assist these new Germans.

Hats off to Stephen Crowley for sharing a long held passion which will now have the chance to inspire a lot of people of the under-35 generation as well.. It’s now 37 years since LIFE as a weekly passed from the scene, longer than the actual time it was published. So it’s no surprize that the subtly in work like Grey Villet’s may not be something younger photographers are intimately acquainted with. The ability to lay yourself as a photographer gossamer like over a story will eventually yield those wonderful, and very personal pictures which are so telling. I was one of the last young’uns hired at LIFE in 1971, and I so regret not having been a little pushier in making friends with some of the really great, under-appreciated photographers like Grey and Leonard McCombe. There was much to learn and appreciate there. And if you ever feel need to vindicate the use of black-and-white in this age of HDR color, picking up one of their classic 1950-60s essays will warm your visual heart. Bob Daugherty (comm 13) is so right about Francis Miller, another grand personality packed into the body of a husky photographer. Well done, Stephen!

I got a nice new piano. I am giving my old one away. The piano we used a few weeks ago at 2nd Story Recording Studio has the long lost old Sorcerer piano in it, the one I recorded Dead Boy and certain songs from the last album on a few years ago!!! I was so happy to see it again. It seemed different. I tried to pretend that I recognized it. But it reminded me of the cat that changed color when it got a new owner. Norah Jones recorded her first record on that piano too. Anyway it sounded great.

Composing a photo essay

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