<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011586568671545521</id><updated>2011-12-28T15:35:40.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Where We Live Project</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereweliveproject.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011586568671545521/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereweliveproject.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>David W. Sumner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04040019398856208133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XeehMbX32sI/TrwGih1d2oI/AAAAAAAAAqM/e3EDXToR3ng/s220/101611A-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011586568671545521.post-5315234759201536453</id><published>2009-06-20T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T17:46:00.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Napper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is more to where we live than our physical surroundings and the spaces we occupy. Where we live is also a frame of mind: a perception of a time and space in which we feel most alive, where we feel most fulfilled. I live in a specific neighborhood in San Francisco, but I actually "live" in a community of painters, photographers, writers, musicians and poets. It's a community I've helped to create and it's the "community" in which I do my most important and fulfilling work.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;The essay Michael submitted to "The Project" asks us to think a little deeper and consider just exactly "where" is it that we do live. That intrigues me.&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;-- David W. Sumner&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Napper is a painter and film-based photographer living and working in Los Angeles.  For more info go here:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dencontemporaryart.com/"&gt;www.dencontemporaryart.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixdmedia.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mixdmedia.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am primarily a painter, working in oil paint, of abstract paintings. In the last few years I have also been working with black and white film. In both oil painting and black and white film photography I find a certain alchemy, an imperfect and often-times unpredictable alchemy, that for me mirrors the world.  The elements of chance, randomness, fragility, serendipity are what I find most interesting in the process of both painting and shooting/developing film.  There are artists and photographers who try to capture a representation of something they've seen...I guess I'm the other sort, the one that relies on a collaboration of the materials and the above mentioned elements to show me something previously unseen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/Sj1-o7kS30I/AAAAAAAAAZs/2QAo0IGy0NY/s1600-h/studio_table1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/Sj1-o7kS30I/AAAAAAAAAZs/2QAo0IGy0NY/s400/studio_table1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349571174035808066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've worked in very large studios, small studios, backyards, and hotel rooms....it's always the same, not too long into the work I find that I've created a small area, a little corner,  where things get messy, pile up...and as much as I dislike the mess, it's out of the juxtaposition of this working detritus that a platform emerges for my ideas of what the work will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/Sj1_gnAb8TI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/5pb5hfm937U/s1600-h/titaniumwhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/Sj1_gnAb8TI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/5pb5hfm937U/s400/titaniumwhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349572130589372722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the last few years, as my life has become less nomadic, more anchored, I find myself wanting see less in the paintings. The work now has more light, more breathing space, there isn't the dark frenzy of blacks and reds that there used to be. I suppose shooting in black and white has also had a simplifying influence on the paintings as well. I go through more Titanium white than any other paint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/Sj2AC1RxjPI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/lhM_QQMAkiw/s1600-h/paintingmedium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/Sj2AC1RxjPI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/lhM_QQMAkiw/s400/paintingmedium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349572718535740658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've worked with acrylic paints, and I've shot with digital cameras.  They're convenient, fast, cheap. But I love the history that lies behind both oil painting and black and white silver-based photography. Both film and oil paint  force one to slow down. I work as a painter in a very archaic, and some may say,  hopelessly anachronistic and sentimental medium.  I have no defense against such claims, but the nature of time does seem to change when I'm involved in the process of either film or paint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/Sj2A9hB9KvI/AAAAAAAAAaE/0YwilLmfwMA/s1600-h/Pasted+Graphic+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/Sj2A9hB9KvI/AAAAAAAAAaE/0YwilLmfwMA/s400/Pasted+Graphic+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349573726712965874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Although I'm an abstract painter, there is something refreshing  to pick up the simplest drawing tool and to draw something more realistic. There is something very meditative about doing a drawing of something that exists out there in the world, and sometimes I envy those artists who are satisfied with re-presenting an image that exists.  But in the end I always end up returning to the unknown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; I believe a lot in instinct. One should never dull it by wanting to know everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;                                                                   -&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Josef_Sudek"&gt;Josef Sudek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011586568671545521-5315234759201536453?l=whereweliveproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereweliveproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5315234759201536453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011586568671545521&amp;postID=5315234759201536453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011586568671545521/posts/default/5315234759201536453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011586568671545521/posts/default/5315234759201536453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereweliveproject.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-napper.html' title='Michael Napper'/><author><name>David W. Sumner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04040019398856208133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XeehMbX32sI/TrwGih1d2oI/AAAAAAAAAqM/e3EDXToR3ng/s220/101611A-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/Sj1-o7kS30I/AAAAAAAAAZs/2QAo0IGy0NY/s72-c/studio_table1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011586568671545521.post-5040604380377705950</id><published>2009-05-10T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:45:40.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phu Tran: Patea, New Zealand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11842997@N08/"&gt;Phu Tran &lt;/a&gt;was born in Southeast Asia and raised in Northern California. He now lives and works in &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Patea,+New+Zealand&amp;amp;oe=utf-8&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;split=0&amp;amp;gl=us&amp;amp;ei=454HSuKFNJ_stQOLz9n4AQ&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=geocode_result&amp;amp;ct=title&amp;amp;resnum=1"&gt;Patea, New Zealand&lt;/a&gt;. With graphic design being a primary profession, photography has always been an accompanying tool and continues to be a growing practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Life in Patea is quiet with the occasional strong coastal winds and the rumbling of milk trucks passing through. This small town was once a major boom town with all the essential businesses driven mainly by a thriving &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patea_%28NZ_electorate%29"&gt;Freezing Works&lt;/a&gt;. Today, 25 years after the closing of the Works, only a handful of shops and clinics support less than 2000 remaining residents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SgeboSBfHmI/AAAAAAAAAYk/ai-k8DV1Mcc/s1600-h/AlbionHotel_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SgeboSBfHmI/AAAAAAAAAYk/ai-k8DV1Mcc/s400/AlbionHotel_sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334403399978786402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Albion Hotel and Bar accommodates&lt;br /&gt;farming contractors, traveling workers and tourists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SgecNQBi7_I/AAAAAAAAAYs/3nXAd-_MH8g/s1600-h/AnzacDay_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SgecNQBi7_I/AAAAAAAAAYs/3nXAd-_MH8g/s400/AnzacDay_sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334404035097325554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Patea locals get up at dawn to commemorate Anzac Day, 25th of April. It is a remembrance day for those who died in the 1st and 2nd World Wars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SgecpoHkyGI/AAAAAAAAAY0/gDnZQr-rxbE/s1600-h/HWY3_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SgecpoHkyGI/AAAAAAAAAY0/gDnZQr-rxbE/s400/HWY3_sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334404522601400418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Highway 3 Food bar is one of the busiest shops in town&lt;br /&gt;serving typical Kiwi fish and chips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/Sgec54DiB9I/AAAAAAAAAY8/ZAY9nCJA2EQ/s1600-h/WorksDisplay_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/Sgec54DiB9I/AAAAAAAAAY8/ZAY9nCJA2EQ/s400/WorksDisplay_sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334404801757317074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Freezing Works Display created by artist Nigel Ogle is reminiscent of&lt;br /&gt;the days of success and wealth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All images ©Phu M. Tran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011586568671545521-5040604380377705950?l=whereweliveproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereweliveproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5040604380377705950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011586568671545521&amp;postID=5040604380377705950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011586568671545521/posts/default/5040604380377705950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011586568671545521/posts/default/5040604380377705950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereweliveproject.blogspot.com/2009/05/phu-tran-was-born-in-southeast-asia-and.html' title='Phu Tran: Patea, New Zealand'/><author><name>David W. Sumner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04040019398856208133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XeehMbX32sI/TrwGih1d2oI/AAAAAAAAAqM/e3EDXToR3ng/s220/101611A-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SgeboSBfHmI/AAAAAAAAAYk/ai-k8DV1Mcc/s72-c/AlbionHotel_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011586568671545521.post-5872110666859022752</id><published>2009-04-12T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:13:08.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delmi Alvarez: Riga, Latvia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.delmialvarez.com/"&gt;Delmi Alvarez&lt;/a&gt; is a freelance photojournalist currently living in Riga, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latvia"&gt;Latvia&lt;/a&gt;. Originally from the port city of Vigo, in the autonomous region of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Galicia_%28Spain%29"&gt;Galicia&lt;/a&gt;, in Northwest Spain, Delmi began his career photographing social conflict in the streets of Vigo. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delmi has completed long term documentary projects, the most notable of which are his year long documentation of daily life in Cuba, and his twenty year documentation of the Galician Diaspora around the world.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.viddler.com/explore/delmi/videos/5/"&gt;Galegos na Diaspora 1989-2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; took Delmi on journeys through Europe, Russia, Africa and the Americas culminating in an edited work of 576 black and white duotone images.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Delmi lives among the Galician Diaspora in Riga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SeI0aAd4CyI/AAAAAAAAAX8/hHhRieaeUtM/s1600-h/snow-ALD2004NOVDSCF2952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SeI0aAd4CyI/AAAAAAAAAX8/hHhRieaeUtM/s400/snow-ALD2004NOVDSCF2952.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323875330911898402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In Latvia women clean the streets all year round starting very early each morning. In winter, as snow accumulates, the heavy work takes many hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SeI058f3jKI/AAAAAAAAAYE/UyooBl368Jw/s1600-h/latvians_MG_1797legions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SeI058f3jKI/AAAAAAAAAYE/UyooBl368Jw/s400/latvians_MG_1797legions.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323875879602326690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;March 16th is Latvian Legion Day when soldiers of the Latvian Legion, part of the Waffen SS, are commemorated. It was made an official day of remembrance in 1998 and has since sparked much controversy. Many Red Army veterans and leftist activists see the Legion as an arm of the Nazi regime and consider Legion Day a Nazi festival. In 2000, the Latvian government abolished the holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SeI1J7Se9HI/AAAAAAAAAYM/dxw5F6zd5yI/s1600-h/table2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SeI1J7Se9HI/AAAAAAAAAYM/dxw5F6zd5yI/s400/table2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323876154155660402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jurmala beach is a resort near Riga where the rich and diplomats live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SeI1QYdh4WI/AAAAAAAAAYU/4UwPaBOq1gM/s1600-h/soldiers-DSCF5126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SeI1QYdh4WI/AAAAAAAAAYU/4UwPaBOq1gM/s400/soldiers-DSCF5126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323876265065832802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Freedom Monument Guard, Riga, Latvia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SeI1WgCQaeI/AAAAAAAAAYc/irwg0fyP9TM/s1600-h/car-move_MG_2852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SeI1WgCQaeI/AAAAAAAAAYc/irwg0fyP9TM/s400/car-move_MG_2852.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323876370178140642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;car with advertisement: Moving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All photos © Delmi Alvarez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011586568671545521-5872110666859022752?l=whereweliveproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereweliveproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5872110666859022752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011586568671545521&amp;postID=5872110666859022752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011586568671545521/posts/default/5872110666859022752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011586568671545521/posts/default/5872110666859022752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereweliveproject.blogspot.com/2009/04/delmi-alvarez-riga-latvia.html' title='Delmi Alvarez: Riga, Latvia'/><author><name>David W. Sumner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04040019398856208133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XeehMbX32sI/TrwGih1d2oI/AAAAAAAAAqM/e3EDXToR3ng/s220/101611A-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SeI0aAd4CyI/AAAAAAAAAX8/hHhRieaeUtM/s72-c/snow-ALD2004NOVDSCF2952.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011586568671545521.post-4926932415712025614</id><published>2008-04-23T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T14:17:09.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alan Dejecacion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/61966933@N00/"&gt;Alan Dejecacion &lt;/a&gt;is a photojournalist and documentary photographer living and working in San Francisco.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I worked as a photojournalist for eight years while living in Los Angeles doing mostly editorial assignments for magazines and as contract photographer for the Gamma-Liaison photographic agency (acquired by Getty Images in 1997). I value the experienced gained from those times, but my approach to making a photograph has changed –partly from being inspired by friends, colleagues, and others. Those days of running around trying to meet deadlines are pretty much over for me. I prefer a much slower pace now, working mostly on long-term documentary projects some of which are posted on my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/61966933@N00/"&gt;Flickr &lt;/a&gt;site. In between these personal projects, the stunning light that we're so blessed here in San Francisco (my home for the last 15 years) is enough to keep me busy. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SA__CkM0f-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/8xW8s8IRlXY/s1600-h/RainTree+waitress+F1600v02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SA__CkM0f-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/8xW8s8IRlXY/s400/RainTree+waitress+F1600v02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192649314923741154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Waitress at Rain Tree Cafe watching television on a slow evening.&lt;br /&gt;Irving Street, San Francisco © Alan Dejecacion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SA__fkM0f_I/AAAAAAAAALE/DMq7d8vQ7d0/s1600-h/JonesSTHolga_0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SA__fkM0f_I/AAAAAAAAALE/DMq7d8vQ7d0/s400/JonesSTHolga_0157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192649813139947506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Above Jones Street on a morning stroll with my Holga. San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;© Alan Dejecacion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SA__wEM0gAI/AAAAAAAAALM/qwfQwSyJqXM/s1600-h/BroadwayST_0126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SA__wEM0gAI/AAAAAAAAALM/qwfQwSyJqXM/s400/BroadwayST_0126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192650096607789058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Early morning in December. Broadway Street, San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;© Alan Dejecacion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SA___UM0gBI/AAAAAAAAALU/2kJlitsGHD8/s1600-h/Peter+D%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SA___UM0gBI/AAAAAAAAALU/2kJlitsGHD8/s400/Peter+D%27s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192650358600794130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Waiting for my breakfast at Peter D's. Van Ness Avenue, San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;© Alan Dejecacion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://digg.com/tools/diggthis.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011586568671545521-4926932415712025614?l=whereweliveproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereweliveproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4926932415712025614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011586568671545521&amp;postID=4926932415712025614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011586568671545521/posts/default/4926932415712025614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011586568671545521/posts/default/4926932415712025614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereweliveproject.blogspot.com/2008/04/alan-dejecacion.html' title='Alan Dejecacion'/><author><name>David W. Sumner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04040019398856208133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XeehMbX32sI/TrwGih1d2oI/AAAAAAAAAqM/e3EDXToR3ng/s220/101611A-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SA__CkM0f-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/8xW8s8IRlXY/s72-c/RainTree+waitress+F1600v02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011586568671545521.post-4791015156879437770</id><published>2008-04-18T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T20:41:44.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tony Remington</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tonyremington/"&gt;Tony Remington&lt;/a&gt; is a photographer of considerable accomplishment. He has recently been dividing his time between the Philippines and the San Francisco Bay Area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"My father a Bataan Veteran POW was offered US citzenship. Thus, I was born a hypehnenated American Citizen in Manila, at doon ako pinananak. I grew up in San Francisco's Haight-Ashbury in the postwar fifties and reached adolescence when the country was reinventing itself through the colateral damage of Vietnam  and the Civil Rights movement. I'm the diaspora of one country and the metamorphosis of another, and a contradiction to both. In 2006 I was consumed in the flaming embrace of Shiva and was briefly reincarnated in a prank called 'Death By Stork.' "&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SAlVzcHgRII/AAAAAAAAAKc/P4fevTuDT7Y/s1600-h/blog080907_2443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SAlVzcHgRII/AAAAAAAAAKc/P4fevTuDT7Y/s400/blog080907_2443.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190774387730564226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pasig City, San Nicolas, Philippines. I caught three schoolgirls waiting for a tricycle after it had rained. The streets were still wet, lit up like sheets of glass flickering under passing headlights. I can still smell the Jeepney exhaust in the hot humid air as the girls laughed and talked without a care. © Tony Remington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SAlWUcHgRJI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ic7s0sA6orA/s1600-h/blog080707_2437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SAlWUcHgRJI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ic7s0sA6orA/s400/blog080707_2437.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190774954666247314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pasig City, San Nicolas, Philippines. I managed to isolate this tricycle as the rain returned. From among the hoards of tricycles found in Pasig City proper, malipit sa palenke, they come out in droves to ferry the children to and from school. I love the streets when they are wet like this. It is etched into my mind, I can still taste it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;© Tony Remington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SAlWrcHgRKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/wMyotpCPjz8/s1600-h/blog080707_2439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SAlWrcHgRKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/wMyotpCPjz8/s400/blog080707_2439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190775349803238562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pasig City, San Nicolas, Philippines. The "Eggman." A man crossing the street with a bag of eggs. My house is in the unmodernized part of Pasig City, free of pretense,  Where I could get a clear understanding.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;© Tony Remington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SAlW6MHgRLI/AAAAAAAAAK0/RygfcJoIYwU/s1600-h/blog072307_2245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SAlW6MHgRLI/AAAAAAAAAK0/RygfcJoIYwU/s400/blog072307_2245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190775603206309042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pasig City, San Nicolas, Philippines. The world truly is a bizarre composite of contradictions. It wasn't till I lost everything that I realized what i had found, and in doing so revealed an almost unbearable truth about being an American. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;© Tony Remington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://digg.com/tools/diggthis.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011586568671545521-4791015156879437770?l=whereweliveproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereweliveproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4791015156879437770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011586568671545521&amp;postID=4791015156879437770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011586568671545521/posts/default/4791015156879437770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011586568671545521/posts/default/4791015156879437770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereweliveproject.blogspot.com/2008/04/tony-remington.html' title='Tony Remington'/><author><name>David W. Sumner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04040019398856208133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XeehMbX32sI/TrwGih1d2oI/AAAAAAAAAqM/e3EDXToR3ng/s220/101611A-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/SAlVzcHgRII/AAAAAAAAAKc/P4fevTuDT7Y/s72-c/blog080907_2443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011586568671545521.post-4330943921047481028</id><published>2008-03-02T15:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T20:43:36.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jwallphoto/"&gt;John Wall&lt;/a&gt; is a nature and wildlife photographer living in San Francisco's Golden Gate Heights neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/R8y7AVno83I/AAAAAAAAAIo/wXx1K0X6nHo/s1600-h/031306-014WWL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/R8y7AVno83I/AAAAAAAAAIo/wXx1K0X6nHo/s400/031306-014WWL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173715686419657586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#1:&lt;/span&gt; The San Francisco Wallflower is an endangered species, due mainly to an obvious loss of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; habitat. One of its last remaining haunts is tiny-but-excellent Grandview Park. © John Wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/R8y-Q1no88I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/dhAsIJTcuoU/s1600-h/032606-003WWL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/R8y-Q1no88I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/dhAsIJTcuoU/s400/032606-003WWL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173719268422382530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2:&lt;/span&gt; I loved this dog's posture and demeanor, especially that left rear paw sticking out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; as he occupied this warm and sunny stoop one morning. No barking, no jumping up to say hello. Just casual and easygoing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;© John Wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/R8y-eVno89I/AAAAAAAAAJY/TKHej1xGuqE/s1600-h/060305-02WWL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/R8y-eVno89I/AAAAAAAAAJY/TKHej1xGuqE/s400/060305-02WWL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173719500350616530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#3:&lt;/span&gt; I often see this rose bush escaping the bounds of its enclosure. As a nature-lover in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; city, I can relate. I also liked the religious imagery of the Rose on a Cross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; © John Wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/R8y-rFno8-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/3CCf0ggaCJc/s1600-h/060305-03WWL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/R8y-rFno8-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/3CCf0ggaCJc/s400/060305-03WWL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173719719393948642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#4:&lt;/span&gt; There are lots of steep, narrow streets in my neighborhood, and the steepest are actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; terraced and separated by concrete walls. These are part of the local viewscape and have to be defended against encroachment of graffiti. Someone has even planted calla lilies along this one. I shot this scene when it was in shadow in the morning, then again in the afternoon when it was in the sun. Maybe because we don't take the sun for granted around here, I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; drawn more to this brightly lit scene. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;© John Wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://digg.com/tools/diggthis.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011586568671545521-4330943921047481028?l=whereweliveproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereweliveproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4330943921047481028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011586568671545521&amp;postID=4330943921047481028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011586568671545521/posts/default/4330943921047481028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011586568671545521/posts/default/4330943921047481028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereweliveproject.blogspot.com/2008/03/john-wall.html' title='John Wall'/><author><name>David W. Sumner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04040019398856208133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XeehMbX32sI/TrwGih1d2oI/AAAAAAAAAqM/e3EDXToR3ng/s220/101611A-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/R8y7AVno83I/AAAAAAAAAIo/wXx1K0X6nHo/s72-c/031306-014WWL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011586568671545521.post-7102279309295767208</id><published>2008-03-02T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T20:44:11.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alyson Belcher</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alysonbelcher.com/"&gt;Alyson Belcher &lt;/a&gt;is a fine art photographer living in San Francisco's Richmond District. She teaches photography at the Academy of Art University.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm really drawn to the visual signs of old San Francisco. The City has changed so much over the past 20 years or so, and I'm always drawn to the places and things that haven't changed so much. That's why I love living in the Richmond. It's so regular and unchanged. I love the diversity of people who have come here from Europe and who have established their own communities in this neighborhood. There's a timeless feeling about this area. Or maybe it's just old and funky. But it's cool."&lt;/span&gt; - Alyson Belcher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/R8y9Olno85I/AAAAAAAAAI4/V_uRtdxtGrQ/s1600-h/belcher_car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/R8y9Olno85I/AAAAAAAAAI4/V_uRtdxtGrQ/s400/belcher_car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173718130256049042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#1: &lt;/span&gt;This car is a bright blue Le Mans, and when I took the photograph it was in beautiful condition. It is usually parked on 19th Ave. near Cabrillo, and it's often covered. On this day it was obviously not covered, and it sparkled in the sun. This car isolated against the residential architecture that is common in the Richmond District makes it difficult to tell exactly when this photograph was taken. Image: © 2007 Alyson Belcher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/R8y7kVno84I/AAAAAAAAAIw/ezVbJl24paw/s1600-h/belcher_church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/R8y7kVno84I/AAAAAAAAAIw/ezVbJl24paw/s400/belcher_church.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173716304894948226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2:&lt;/span&gt; The Holy Virgin Cathedral is a gold-domed Russian Orthodox church on Geary Blvd. (at 26th Ave.). I chose to photograph it from behind, where one can get a sense of the residential neighborhood that surrounds this amazing cathedral. The presence of the houses, cars, garbage cans and telephone wires in the foreground create an odd juxtaposition with this majestic structure in the background. Image: © 2007 Alyson Belcher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/R8y9zFno87I/AAAAAAAAAJI/PYT_qEybQFA/s1600-h/belcher_israels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/R8y9zFno87I/AAAAAAAAAJI/PYT_qEybQFA/s400/belcher_israels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173718757321274290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#3:&lt;/span&gt; We have a large population of Russian and Jewish immigrants in the Richmond District, and there are several markets that sell imported and kosher foods. Walking down Geary Blvd. is like shopping in old country. Not that I would really know. But I do know that when I go into these markets, I have no idea what any of the products are. All of the labels are in Russian or Hebrew. This particular store is the best place to buy Challah on Fridays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Image: © 2007 Alyson Belcher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/R8y9flno86I/AAAAAAAAAJA/74KNY3Mn76Q/s1600-h/belcher_star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BtE78rOe-O8/R8y9flno86I/AAAAAAAAAJA/74KNY3Mn76Q/s400/belcher_star.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173718422313825186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#4:&lt;/span&gt; The 4 Star Theater is my favorite movie theater in San Francisco. It's a small, cozy theater that has been around since the 1940's. Image: © 2007 Alyson Belcher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://digg.com/tools/diggthis.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011586568671545521-7102279309295767208?l=whereweliveproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereweliveproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7102279309295767208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011586568671545521&amp;postID=7102279309295767208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011586568671545521/posts/default/7102279309295767208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011586568671545521/posts/default/7102279309295767208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereweliveproject.blogspot.com/2008/03/alyson-belcher.html' title='Alyson Belcher'/><author><name>David W. 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