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Heat Wave.
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The silver sea off of Martha's Vineyard.
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Heroic Homer.
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With friends away, summer days can feel rather vast and lonely.
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From Vinylhaven to Rockport in early morning fog.
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A beautiful evening on Lake Saranac
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How I miss the sky of my childhood!]]>
Just wheat-pasted my Jackson Hole cowboy to a grocery wall here in Johnson City, TX. Am also here to see some of my water images featured at the amazing A. Smith gallery. It's been good.
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Through the windshield, the rained-out day at the swimming pool was not so bad.
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Crete was a lovely place to visit, even in stormy weather.]]>
Homes and commercial buildings on Anguilla are often painted in incredibly vibrant colors. One day I hope to return and spend more time capturing images likes these.
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150 mph winds made the plane rattle and sway a bit on the way back from Anguilla, but my hands held steady enough to catch this bit of gold from our perch in the heavens.]]>
From my villa here in Anguilla, with its white-domed ceiling encircled with circular sky lights, are glass doors that open to the outdoors and reflect the sky lights onto the sky outside. The effect is quite magical, as if the sky itself were a room lit with a sky-light....as if there was a still brighter infinitude of light beyond the infinitude of sky.
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It is during the last leg of the flight to Anguilla that the sea below turns from indigo hues to dazzling turquoise, and makes me want to sing out loud. What is it about this part of the color spectrum that is so incredibly uplifting?.
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I was so very happy to learn that four of my photos were selected for inclusion in a water-themed exhibition opening next month at the A Smith Gallery in Johnson City, Texas, and that one won an Honorable Mention. This is one of the four images, taken under a full moon on a beach in Martha's Vineyard last summer.]]>
Beauty in the gutter.]]>
The first day of spring in Central Park was rather dreary, save for the beautiful peeling bark of its plane trees.]]>
So beautiful, so desolate, so dry.]]>
Startled, yes, but I was quiet and the deer did not flee.]]>
She beckoned and I followed, she posed and I shot, and then she disappeared.]]>
Securing a window seat on this flight is a good thing to do. The heavily etched landscape is breath-taking--but how sad that in mid-March, there is so little snow.]]>
The thunder was amazing too.]]>
What extraordinary water power!]]>
The opening of the Umbrella Arts Gallery "Off the Grid" group show takes place this Thursday evening, and I'm pleased that it will feature some of my Biography of Flowers series.]]>
Trying to catch the speed, the wind, the thrill of the race.]]>
Turks and Caicos water is not always pristine, serene turquoise. It too will some times rock and roll.]]>
Prometheus Vinctus is one of four birds from My Still Life Aviary series that will make an appearance on Sunday, Feb. 1st at a group show opening at the Upstream gallery in Hastings-on-Hudson, NY.]]>
The Mississippi is a hard-working and mighty river. With its muscular current and heedless rushing, it stays fresh even as it carries with it the red clay earth of its banks, the oozy brown mud of its shores, and every conceivable man-made contaminate. To find a small bend in the river where it seems to take a rest a with a gentle meandering flow is lovely. No ships or barges to heave forward or other vessels to drag forth, the river at this bend pauses for a lazy stretch under the brilliant winter sun.
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Driving the 24 mile span of the Lake Pontchartrain Causeway Bridge to New Orleans--the longest bridge over water in the world--can be disorienting. Unable to see either the beginning or the end of the bridge or any edges to the water beneath it for a long stretch of time, l felt as if I were driving out to the middle of a vast sea. Without any breaks in the horizon, or any difference in the hue of water and sky, I also felt suspended in space....but happily so, and fully enchanted.
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The blues may be some of the most beautiful I've ever seen.]]>
Motorboats spawn water art.]]>
Turquoise wave and white foam melting on a hot afternoon on the beach is lovely.]]>
Sea fingers slide up on the beach, beckoning.]]>
The soft clean blue of sky and the gentle clean white of cloud is worth the early rise.]]>
How I love the gentle plish plash of rain on water. Each droplet encircling and expanding in its own universe, clustering or colliding with others before dissolving.]]>
Within its timelessness, the sea washes up the promise of a new day each morning.]]>
I have difficulty appreciating religious art, but found myself enthralled with the voluptuous vestments found in the Italian, Spanish and French paintings in the Louvre's Denon wing. Such sensuality in the folds and curves! If you'd like to see more, please visit my album at: http://lynnsavaresephotography.com/p810650308]]>
La Fondation Louis Vuitton à Paris is extraordinary.
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The coffee, baguettes and croissants that arrive each morning in our room at the Hotel Lancaster are nothing less than divine.]]>
To reflect on a Parisian canal can be lovely.]]>
Some times, but not very often, the painter's paints brushes sat down to rest.]]>
I climb up the steps every time I'm in Paris, just to make sure that they're still keeping watch.
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She was kidnapped from Mexico and pimped out at age 14. She was smuggled to New York as a sexual slave for thousands of men. After five years, she escaped from where she was held captive and fled with Good Samaritans. She assisted the government investigation of her trafficker and bravely confronted him in court. She is a champion for victims of sex trafficking.]]>
The legendary Christie Brinkley was a pleasure to meet and a marvel to photograph. Committed to addressing the issue of human trafficking with the seriousness and urgency it deserves, she sacrificed her killer smile to embrace killer strength and determination.]]>
She has her life back, but it might be years before she can safely reveal her face or name in public. The poster was made by her. She is one extremely tough, courageous, resilient young woman.]]>
I love the galactic explosions of light on water.]]>
Imam Latif, Rabbi Lookstein, and Reverend Henderson sign on as New York Abolitionists and join the fight against human trafficking.]]>
Another example of courage.]]>
You are looking at courage.]]>
Tough as nails, she survived.]]>
She may be no more than five feet tall, but you don't want to mess with her.]]>
I said to come to the shoot wearing what you will feel most comfortable in, and Lee took me at my word.]]>
Have you seen this woman? You are looking at a genius.]]>
Robert McDuffie giving me a private concert as I photographed him. An experience of a life time.]]>
Scum on lake water creates beautiful marbling.]]>
Saranac Lake's Autumn Ghost]]>
A grandmother, mother and soon-to-be mother---all at the forefront in providing care for Korean and other immigrant victims.]]>
I knew Devika as an uncommonly precocious little girl, and was happy to meet her again yesterday as a vibrant young woman and accomplished actress enjoying a sky-rocketing career. I am so pleased and proud that she is being featured and honored as a New Abolitionist. Even as a high school student, Devika sought to understand and document the broken lives in India's red-light districts--visiting there again and again in person, with her camera, her notebook and her heart.]]>
Such a pleasure to meet these extraordinary men and photograph them as New York Abolitionists!]]>
It has been tumult, and I'm diving in.]]>
Just met the most amazing woman, who is signed on to be one of New York's New Abolitionists. She recently launched "Pathfinders Justice Initiative" and is spearheading activism efforts in her home country, Nigeria, to secure the release of the kidnapped Chibok schoolgirls.]]>
I returned many times to this water fountain next to the hospital in Houston where my father was having triple bypass surgery. Water, like life, can splinter.]]>
What one comes across in the street puddles of New York City is often surprising.]]>
I went to see the Garry Winogrand show at the Met today. Extraordinary. Resolved to turn to street photography in earnest, given that the great theater of NYC is right outside my door. I especially liked Winogrand's succinct explanation for his art: "I photograph to find out what something will look like photographed."
It was also lovely to see the newly refurbished fountain, trees and rest area recently unveiled in front of the museum. The fountain area is large--easily millions of dollars' worth of real estate---but it reminded me again of how we treasure the spectacle of water. As I photographed the fountain's shimmery surface, I was eager to see what it would look like photographed.
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Channeling the dark side of E.B. White, I want to make a beautiful book illustrating the adventures of these two mounted creatures, using the pen name I.B. Black.]]>
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I dangerously identified with this woman who I found in the backroom of a small museum in Wave Hill.]]>
I was surprised by the lake's dark and choppy brush strokes on what seemed an idyllic summer afternoon, but I took its cautionary reflections to heart.]]>
A young man was doing flips off of rocks on the beach as the sun set, and I asked him if I could take his picture. He said okay, and then continued doing his flips, seemingly oblivious to both my camera and the awed expression of other spectators. How good it must feel to be able to flip up in the air on a whim, any time and any where you feel like it.]]>
Water from the New Croton Dam starts its journey to the city's taps gently at first, and then with delicious frenzy and foam.]]>
Taking that last dive truly marks the end of summer.]]>
I caught a glimpse of death on a beautiful summer day in the Hamptons, whizzing by on my way to a party. So still and quiet, before the vanishing point.]]>
Stopping in a parking lot to take photographs of raindrops on car hoods atop reflections of sunnier clouds provoked suspicion. I had to give assurances that I was not a thief, a policeman, or an insurance inspector.]]>
Luminous water galaxies swirled around the ferry from Martha's Vineyard as it headed back to the mainland in the early evening.]]>
A late afternoon bike ride down a long dirt road on Chappaquidick and a brief hike up a cliff led to a spectacular view of a sailboat adrift in sea glare.]]>
The glitter trailing our ferry ride to Martha's Vineyard was such a delight.]]>
Knowing my love for water photography, a good friend took me on a tour of the Croton Dam and reservoir yesterday, which supplies over 10% of NYC's drinking water. The drama of powerful cascades of water crashing down the dam's hand cut stone walls and spilling over craggy black boulders was as awesome as I had hoped, but I also loved the cloud drama playing out on the rippling surface of the reservoir.]]>
It was such a pleasure this past week to photograph head shots of staff members from the fabulous organization Girl Be Heard. They danced, bopped, strutted and leaped across the white backdrop in my living room, flaunting their piercings, tattoos, and magnificent energy and style.]]>
It was her coming across a photograph of one particular sliver of stone that prompted my daughter's recent trip to Norway. She had to see it and feel it in real life, and she did. It was this photo of herself that she brought back home that now compels me to travel to Norway.
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