tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72546986894121762692024-03-13T11:27:57.619-07:00old paper sheetslisa elmalehLisa Elmalehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00236340593382469424noreply@blogger.comBlogger73125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254698689412176269.post-35810418424632906182014-03-31T07:52:00.000-07:002014-03-31T07:52:09.966-07:00Pictures from the reception at Candela Books + Gallery<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhISNdLNfHnQ-sJkqFMiSS2wkJl4oTEoxvV5Ad0VM0IyYGH9MNCpLHWSDNw-4aWXaph6efGPf54L8gIFZ7TXW_VGxaSf8VdGg8wNr6PchFdU42J8EU55kg8Ygf9jNxvDNvlM9rSmRl5cLW4/s1600/-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhISNdLNfHnQ-sJkqFMiSS2wkJl4oTEoxvV5Ad0VM0IyYGH9MNCpLHWSDNw-4aWXaph6efGPf54L8gIFZ7TXW_VGxaSf8VdGg8wNr6PchFdU42J8EU55kg8Ygf9jNxvDNvlM9rSmRl5cLW4/s320/-5.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirdID1X-2lwInbhUwlqbFk5l71INqF_e91QsijgUx037sMZb8Meer8m1JlC1LPozOlQq8kTNKFuuLsDc6n8irWh0ZKgDvmwiUtAxdN6s9twr1i6VEe7Ea3uHQ3zoGIwwpE7dhnAq_8Qqdk/s1600/-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirdID1X-2lwInbhUwlqbFk5l71INqF_e91QsijgUx037sMZb8Meer8m1JlC1LPozOlQq8kTNKFuuLsDc6n8irWh0ZKgDvmwiUtAxdN6s9twr1i6VEe7Ea3uHQ3zoGIwwpE7dhnAq_8Qqdk/s320/-7.jpg" /></a><br />
Photographs by Adair Dages Wheat<br />
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Lisa Elmalehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00236340593382469424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254698689412176269.post-513798618021477092014-03-07T07:37:00.000-08:002014-03-31T07:40:41.375-07:00American Folk at Candela Books + Gallery - March 7 to April 19<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgpvrRj-g4N6RZiFLT3-L3uNMZ2WdO5aR6x4hSxnycBujgnNoYwfzHekMT8JvB4S9AIFxo1eDFs4OXWE-U5zAKhVK2_HmfY4boLTYisloS6QVgR8F1PfUmEitNcJ8h9RmLm-89kbBN3PPQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2014-03-31+at+10.38.55+AM.png" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgpvrRj-g4N6RZiFLT3-L3uNMZ2WdO5aR6x4hSxnycBujgnNoYwfzHekMT8JvB4S9AIFxo1eDFs4OXWE-U5zAKhVK2_HmfY4boLTYisloS6QVgR8F1PfUmEitNcJ8h9RmLm-89kbBN3PPQ/s320/Screen+shot+2014-03-31+at+10.38.55+AM.png" /></a>Lisa Elmalehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00236340593382469424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254698689412176269.post-46093602791011136192013-11-24T11:48:00.000-08:002014-01-11T11:50:09.830-08:00<a href="http://www.gwarlingo.com/2013/the-sunday-poem-miriam-sagans-seven-places-in-america/">11/23/13 - Gwarlingo - Miriam Sagan's Seven Places in America, with images by Lisa Elmaleh and William Henry Jackson.</a>Lisa Elmalehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00236340593382469424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254698689412176269.post-50560537502808949382013-11-07T09:09:00.003-08:002013-11-07T09:10:27.243-08:00Interview with FotoFilmic<a href="http://fotofilmic.com/film-talks-14-lisa-elmaleh-photographer-brooklyn-ny-usa/">Read all about my upcoming project photographing meatloafs. Or, why I do what I do.</a> <===== click there.Lisa Elmalehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00236340593382469424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254698689412176269.post-64043048445454332802013-10-04T08:27:00.002-07:002013-10-06T19:54:35.792-07:00Two sticks of butter, a great deal of mayonnaise, and the Mythology of Florida at the Ogden Museum of Southern Art (-or, I'd like to be in New Orleans right now.)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo1Ko8rAAEa_acb6txPxSIp_NSZaONXzE0Si_8yaemNIdKDlv2aPxqS-OnUge9QGIEmYEol08MKrWNZjw79t7pw9rrfq0xIkBeo-DcT6IZd3yEMeaLJ5RPdRbnKp5f-tHFB42BNsqAp1b4/s1600/IMG_3308.jpeg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo1Ko8rAAEa_acb6txPxSIp_NSZaONXzE0Si_8yaemNIdKDlv2aPxqS-OnUge9QGIEmYEol08MKrWNZjw79t7pw9rrfq0xIkBeo-DcT6IZd3yEMeaLJ5RPdRbnKp5f-tHFB42BNsqAp1b4/s320/IMG_3308.jpeg" /></a><br />
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If you happen to get down to New Orleans sometime between tomorrow and January 5th, check out the Ogden Museum's "Mythology of Florida" show - pictured above is a 30x40" print of Paurotis Palms, on the wall of the Ogden.<br />
Lisa Elmalehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00236340593382469424noreply@blogger.com0The Ogden Museum of Southern Art, 925 Camp Street, New Orleans, LA 70130, USA29.9435095 -90.07120729999996929.940524500000002 -90.076249799999971 29.9464945 -90.066164799999967tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254698689412176269.post-64139901148098228532013-07-28T06:32:00.002-07:002013-07-28T06:45:32.980-07:00Interview for Art Uncovered, by Breakthru RadioEarlier this month, I did an interview with Thomas of Breakthru Radio. <br />
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You can hear it here: <br />
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<a href="http://www.breakthruradio.com/#/post/?dj=thomas&post=2046&blog=64&autoplay=1">Art Uncovered - Lisa Elmaleh, by Breakthru Radio</a>Lisa Elmalehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00236340593382469424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254698689412176269.post-65425253131538311012013-06-08T06:42:00.000-07:002013-09-04T10:38:43.646-07:00Carville, LA - The Separating Sickness, by Rebecca Solnit<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3icZaZn9nfVXUe1o0FBQY5dUb1h7W2i5VYJl4555RJFetgtzRfBKHp8b1mg744vVGUjeRjJxSkxgn0GR-kSbYN-7R-gx5G4gLIqGcaNHVmhUdj0P9P7Ir5RhjYhM6Kc8huUHUHEOu641a/s1600/Solnit+Pecan+Tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3icZaZn9nfVXUe1o0FBQY5dUb1h7W2i5VYJl4555RJFetgtzRfBKHp8b1mg744vVGUjeRjJxSkxgn0GR-kSbYN-7R-gx5G4gLIqGcaNHVmhUdj0P9P7Ir5RhjYhM6Kc8huUHUHEOu641a/s640/Solnit+Pecan+Tree.jpg" /></a><br />
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Harper's Magazine sent me down to Carville, LA to photograph for a <i>The Separating Sickness - How Leprosy Teaches Empathy</i>, a story by Rebecca Solnit, whose work I have long admired. <br />
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The whole shoot had to be done in short notice, so I sent my whole darkroom down to Louisiana by FedEx, piece by piece and bottle by bottle, and re-built it in a rental SUV. I was sad to leave my truck (Harriet) behind, as my truck has become such a key element to what I do - it's where I sleep, where I eat, where I rest, and it makes a really comfortable stand-up darkroom. It's kind of like a giant camera bag with a darkroom, bedroom, and kitchen inside of it that I can drive around. I just love that truck. And it does great on gas mileage.<br />
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Here's a picture of what my living room floor looked like during the prep time:<br />
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Anyways, once I got to Louisiana, I picked up my brand-new ENORMOUS rental-car 36-passenger Chevrolet SUV with bright white interior. And suddenly, I realized that I would have to try my best not to get my new houseboat on wheels too stained up with photochemistry. Which, being clean and tidy is not particularly something that I am good at. <br />
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The grounds were immaculate and beautiful and incredibly saddening. The trees were enormous, and old, and some were missing limbs as though they had amputations. The landscape showed empathy. I shot over 30 glass negatives. Out of the 30 glass negatives, 5 images were published in Harper's magazine, and a sixth was published on their <a href="http://harpers.org/blog/2013/06/former-louisana-leper-home-carville-la/">blog</a>. <br />
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See it in the June issue of Harper's Magazine. Actually, you should probably just subscribe to Harper's magazine, 'cause it's super cheap to subscribe, and its a really incredible magazine that I love-love-love.<br />
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signing off,<br />
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Lisa<br />
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Lisa Elmalehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00236340593382469424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254698689412176269.post-22267803109152661342013-06-06T10:28:00.001-07:002013-06-06T10:28:11.201-07:00Bushwick Open StudiosThis year, I was asked to participate in a group show at <a href="http://silverprojects.org/">Silver Projects</a> at the Bushwick Open Studios. I love the Silver Projects space, and I love their mission statement. It was an honor to be a part of their inaugural exhibition. <br />
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Then, a few days later, I saw this pop up on the internet:<br />
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<a href="http://hyperallergic.com/72604/10-artists-to-watch-from-the-2013-bushwick-open-studios/">10 Artists to Watch from the 2013 Bushwick Open Studios</a><br />
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Thank you, Silver Projects, and thank you, hyperallergic.com!Lisa Elmalehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00236340593382469424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254698689412176269.post-32764020138404841982013-03-06T10:57:00.001-08:002013-03-06T10:57:17.918-08:00PDN's 30 2013<a href="http://pdn30.pdnevents.com/gallery/2013/index.php?contest=elmaleh">It is a great honor to have been selected for PDN's 30 2013!<br />
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Check it out here!</a>Lisa Elmalehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00236340593382469424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254698689412176269.post-40725779217830110192013-02-16T18:05:00.001-08:002013-02-16T18:05:09.683-08:00Everglades by Dale Hawkins<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/h_eCCgC2cMk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Lisa Elmalehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00236340593382469424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254698689412176269.post-67057218382901800122013-01-26T03:50:00.002-08:002013-01-26T03:56:59.812-08:00Dear William Henry Jackson,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9KRrBClB3YHfoxnscTPE1PHlO-QNJdNmH9V-1PJiHiekOqK3Wno4zFLNoHZVxFCXxiejEiCxd-Y8KCjhqfTelRpqxMQrAASaN59tizBx3qvDptWAwvTgVEwh2NRwosP9rxaIMhr4c47O8/s1600/Jackson_1872.JPG" imageanchor="1" style=""><img border="0" height="400" width="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9KRrBClB3YHfoxnscTPE1PHlO-QNJdNmH9V-1PJiHiekOqK3Wno4zFLNoHZVxFCXxiejEiCxd-Y8KCjhqfTelRpqxMQrAASaN59tizBx3qvDptWAwvTgVEwh2NRwosP9rxaIMhr4c47O8/s400/Jackson_1872.JPG" /></a><br />
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Dear William Henry Jackson,<br />
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I am writing to you from the future. Or, perhaps I am writing to you, who are in the past. Either way, you have been dead for some time now, and it seems that we will not be crossing paths in this lifetime.<br />
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I, however, find you a very attractive man. I usually do not have a particular attraction towards photographers, but you are one of my exceptions. Plus, you are clearly a man who can both ride a horse, and shoot a gun - two essential traits every real man should have. If you come into the future, we can build us a cabin with our own hands in the middle of some thick, dense earth, way down some dirt road or up on a mountain, and have a vegetable garden and you and I can shoot things dead and we can cook them. It will be heaven. We can take lots of pictures and when we get sick of having too many prints around we can make them into paper airplanes and set them to flight, although I will probably fight to keep a few of yours because I love your work so. I know you like painting, so you can paint a whole bunch, and I can sit outside in the sun and bang on my guitar until I get good at it. We will dance on the grass in our bare feet every day. And I will happily cut that grass every few weeks with a large machete.<br />
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I hope you get this message, hop on that horse with that very large weapon of yours and come and rescue me from all of these modern day city boys. <br />
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Thank you very much.<br />
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Love,<br />
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LisaLisa Elmalehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00236340593382469424noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254698689412176269.post-69638902765687129182012-11-25T13:27:00.002-08:002012-11-25T13:30:16.275-08:00This month, I received a grant from the <a href="http://chenvenfoundation.org/">Ruth and Harold Chenven Foundation</a> for my <a href="http://lisaelmaleh.com/americanfolk/">American Folk</a> series. It is an honor to have received this grant. <br />
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The foundation was created by Harold Chenven in memory of his wife, Ruth Chenven, a silversmith and jewelry designer. The foundation is presently run by a small group of their family and friends. <br />
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So, I would like to say thank you from the bottom of my heart to Ruth and Harold Chenven for giving me support to move forward with this project.<br />
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Marmet, WV. November 2011.Lisa Elmalehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00236340593382469424noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254698689412176269.post-13626607034152848112012-11-09T21:44:00.002-08:002012-11-09T21:47:37.923-08:00"What's In Your Bag?" article by David CarolA few weeks ago, David called me up and asked me if I would want to participate in this article he was writing. An article, he said, about photographers and their camera bags. And I said, "But - I don't really have a camera bag - I kind of just throw everything in my truck and go." To which David replied, "Perfect!" <br />
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So, there I was, in Wharton State Forest, New Jersey, on my way home from West Virginia, pulling all of the relevant contents out of my truck. One by one I laid them all out on my tarp: my camera, lenses, my Bolex and its motor, film holders, wet plate back, tripod, boots, dark cloth, guitar, cable release, light meter, polaroid, fixins for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, extra 16mm reels and my leatherman. Okay, okay, obviously this isn't EVERYTHING that I have in my truck when I go out to work. But, this was a small edit of the items that are most essential that I use most often.<br />
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<a href="http://digitalmag.rangefinderonline.com/rangefinder/201211#pg56">check out the full article by David Carol here.</a>Lisa Elmalehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00236340593382469424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254698689412176269.post-80788276566366293002012-11-04T17:51:00.001-08:002012-11-04T17:51:42.830-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqotjMeqjrMnceSxHY-FpwH6td4dPsKV_fV4WJzM-9ioQAiIfGFddRnYgVIOV42ESE5j5qrAeePcMrtdDgvj0blIatRTpfwm68TziD7SvphcAsxk1kFMKIZ4pNnYfePiZkPZ7PV2Y6LjZs/s1600/northcarolina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""><img border="0" height="320" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqotjMeqjrMnceSxHY-FpwH6td4dPsKV_fV4WJzM-9ioQAiIfGFddRnYgVIOV42ESE5j5qrAeePcMrtdDgvj0blIatRTpfwm68TziD7SvphcAsxk1kFMKIZ4pNnYfePiZkPZ7PV2Y6LjZs/s400/northcarolina.jpg" /></a><br />
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North Carolina, March 2008Lisa Elmalehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00236340593382469424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254698689412176269.post-11600822677960608472012-10-22T18:49:00.003-07:002012-11-05T20:51:39.098-08:00Self portrait with branch<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfgnNjfLysF6ApyiuMsi6q8RTUVjIamvwGobCt_IdJVLPau4u2fTfWJYwsjGHsMgMxg_T4fcX4QclVQeZRwSBkBnRDrAH2qduMlQ8NzAVxyi5s_e58S5D439IOQWl0lA-BbjpEhuNSnmwf/s1600/selfportrait+-+whitesands.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""><img border="0" height="400" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfgnNjfLysF6ApyiuMsi6q8RTUVjIamvwGobCt_IdJVLPau4u2fTfWJYwsjGHsMgMxg_T4fcX4QclVQeZRwSBkBnRDrAH2qduMlQ8NzAVxyi5s_e58S5D439IOQWl0lA-BbjpEhuNSnmwf/s400/selfportrait+-+whitesands.jpg" /></a><br />
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from White Sands, New Mexico <br />
my first road trip out alone, a tumbleweed, age 17.Lisa Elmalehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00236340593382469424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254698689412176269.post-68139054850736793382012-09-19T23:44:00.003-07:002012-09-19T23:44:51.569-07:00by Rainer Maria Rilke<br />
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Dove that ventured outside, flying far from the dovecote:<br />
housed and protected again, one with the day, the night,<br />
knows what serenity is, for she has felt her wings<br />
pass through all distance and fear in the course of her wanderings.<br />
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The doves that remained at home, never exposed to loss,<br />
innocent and secure, cannot know tenderness;<br />
only the won-back heart can ever be satisfied: free,<br />
through all it has given up, to rejoice in its mastery.<br />
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Being arches itself over the vast abyss.<br />
Ah the ball that we dared, that we hurled into infinite space,<br />
doesn’t it fill our hands differently with its return:<br />
heavier by the weight of where it has been.<br />
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Lisa Elmalehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00236340593382469424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254698689412176269.post-43777416072431000352012-09-06T21:56:00.002-07:002012-09-06T21:56:51.322-07:00Danielsville HardwareI just love the hell out of getting things in the mail.<br />
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Especially artwork. <br />
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This past June, I took a picture of the Danielsville Hardware store in Danielsville, GA for Steve, the owner. If you are ever in town, I highly recommend shopping at the store. They have quite the selection of old and new, and some things you wouldn't expect to find in a hardware store. Vintage cameras, old sunglasses, party dresses, antique furs - you name it, it's probably there. I could have spent a week piddling around in there.<br />
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The other day, I received this great piece of mail - Matthew Brogdon, who I met whilst doing the tintype, sketched my tintype and sent it to me. Below you will see the original tintype, followed by the sketch that Matthew did. Thank you, Matthew!<br />
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Danielsville Hardware, Danielsville, GA, June 2012<br />
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Danielsville Hardware Sketch by Matthew D Brogdon<br />
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Lisa Elmalehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00236340593382469424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254698689412176269.post-16199174844447953112012-07-11T11:03:00.001-07:002012-07-11T11:03:06.732-07:00Favorite quote from my travel journal"If you can't get a laugh outta nobody, you ain't no good."<br />
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- Ed Teague, June 2012Lisa Elmalehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00236340593382469424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254698689412176269.post-90027444751749737762012-06-26T07:57:00.003-07:002012-06-26T07:58:24.503-07:00wildfireToday I woke up missing Florida real bad. <br />
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note: I will not be updating daily, as I have to shoot the film, process it, and scan it. But, I will be doing the work and updating it as I go along.Lisa Elmalehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00236340593382469424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254698689412176269.post-49177656094698875022012-06-19T16:23:00.001-07:002012-06-19T16:23:21.954-07:00Annie Williams<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH-HZohuFDayex-57InbvGMcmTdKdUqp0zDk8WnAo9LreUu81yKr8_OvqmKsmeY6WkIYFhuZ3XDQEDOJ-reImlJZfQqUT-Gv-ng3VZinW2ms6T8XMkuNSYyEN9o80Zfa3pmZYHQ6FGUOz0/s1600/Annie062012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""><img border="0" height="320" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH-HZohuFDayex-57InbvGMcmTdKdUqp0zDk8WnAo9LreUu81yKr8_OvqmKsmeY6WkIYFhuZ3XDQEDOJ-reImlJZfQqUT-Gv-ng3VZinW2ms6T8XMkuNSYyEN9o80Zfa3pmZYHQ6FGUOz0/s400/Annie062012.jpg" /></a><br />
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Danielsville, GA June 2012Lisa Elmalehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00236340593382469424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254698689412176269.post-49746019138409363702012-05-23T15:27:00.000-07:002012-05-24T09:28:54.765-07:00Buddy Jackson<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF2_47SXTMWCPNO1M72xTXRdXrY5POcSH-z7SF_kqfGJer0AKBG4B0CFU67TpG_YJUxIz4Ildhn4p60snLw7t7nGXQW8rmDq5XRBmnvA-sxqf5uHgL577VN0rq_zODMnjr23BEXCbgJezy/s1600/buddy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""><img border="0" height="400" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF2_47SXTMWCPNO1M72xTXRdXrY5POcSH-z7SF_kqfGJer0AKBG4B0CFU67TpG_YJUxIz4Ildhn4p60snLw7t7nGXQW8rmDq5XRBmnvA-sxqf5uHgL577VN0rq_zODMnjr23BEXCbgJezy/s400/buddy.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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Buddy Jackson, artist, Nashville, TN. March 2012Lisa Elmalehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00236340593382469424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254698689412176269.post-38597710978216471462012-05-22T18:42:00.000-07:002012-06-19T16:24:34.200-07:00<b>Trying to talk with a man</b><br />
<i>by Adrienne Rich</i><br />
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Out in this desert we are testing bombs,<br />
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that's why we came here.<br />
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Sometimes I feel an underground river<br />
forcing its way between deformed cliffs<br />
an acute angle of understanding<br />
moving itself like a locus of the sun<br />
into this condemned scenery.<br />
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What we’ve had to give up to get here –<br />
whole LP collections, films we starred in<br />
playing in the neighborhoods, bakery windows<br />
full of dry, chocolate-filled Jewish cookies,<br />
the language of love-letters, of suicide notes,<br />
afternoons on the riverbank<br />
pretending to be children<br />
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Coming out to this desert<br />
we meant to change the face of<br />
driving among dull green succulents<br />
walking at noon in the ghost town<br />
surrounded by a silence<br />
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that sounds like the silence of the place<br />
except that it came with us<br />
and is familiar<br />
and everything we were saying until now<br />
was an effort to blot it out –<br />
coming out here we are up against it<br />
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Out here I feel more helpless<br />
with you than without you<br />
You mention the danger<br />
and list the equipment<br />
we talk of people caring for each other<br />
in emergencies - laceration, thirst -<br />
but you look at me like an emergency<br />
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Your dry heat feels like power<br />
your eyes are stars of a different magnitude<br />
they reflect lights that spell out: EXIT<br />
when you get up and pace the floor<br />
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talking of the danger<br />
as if it were not ourselves<br />
as if we were testing anything else.Lisa Elmalehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00236340593382469424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254698689412176269.post-23711539313294652922012-04-26T10:25:00.000-07:002012-04-26T07:52:00.970-07:00Bobby Dean Stanley, VA - November, 2011<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYW1eXgZ-43PoS4_Hvl59875pL69_l3wraPfTeji7l2N8Kb9W8nz3Dyz1CDDBw9vyZYKk2PFeYH2gt-DP3dnCy6Uyhj-u6NoULNz08TdgfKey5jGHQ7oYkzvqxrgAhaW1IuJXKjj9YDKIa/s1600/BobbyDeanStanley1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYW1eXgZ-43PoS4_Hvl59875pL69_l3wraPfTeji7l2N8Kb9W8nz3Dyz1CDDBw9vyZYKk2PFeYH2gt-DP3dnCy6Uyhj-u6NoULNz08TdgfKey5jGHQ7oYkzvqxrgAhaW1IuJXKjj9YDKIa/s400/BobbyDeanStanley1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727081592544521010" /></a><br />
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I have been very blessed in my life; the muses have always lead me to the right place at the right moment. I was driving through southwestern Virginia this past November, and ended up near Norton, VA right after the sun had set. I stopped and had a small meal of crackers on the edge of town in the thickening twilight and pressed on. After a few short minutes of driving through town, I found myself at the other end of town in front of a little log cabin community center called the Country Cabin. I could hear the music drifting out into the ink black silence of night. I parked my little red truck and grabbed my 35mm camera and tape recorder and headed in. When I entered the building, I found a circle of folk singing and playing. One of these folk was Bobby Dean Stanley. He was singing with everything he had; I could see that from the back of the room. Bobby Dean Stanley was a coal miner. He has "a bit of black lung," but although he has difficulty breathing, his voice is beautiful and melodic and soulful. After the Country Cabin closed, we stood outside on the porch in the cold, dark night, the kind of night where you can see your breath floating away in foggy wisps in the air. Bobby sang me songs by the light of my headlights and I recorded them. Here is one for you to listen to:<br />
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<iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/33704904?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="200" height="150" frameborder="0" webkitAllowFullScreen mozallowfullscreen allowFullScreen></iframe>Lisa Elmalehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00236340593382469424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254698689412176269.post-74459945396438917622012-03-05T04:56:00.001-08:002012-03-05T04:58:54.797-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXOzDn2cQkzyxL6fR9nWzr86YjOTyVxdGj1WNPg2zSmBnckW2HZviTJs448zOLrKMP8aSqW0a-VnqW9BAro70nBiGYi6nPq0uMHPM7EKMQJSMIBIbaVJsbirp_QAnH0fqF89oBTzM1qgdT/s1600/horse.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXOzDn2cQkzyxL6fR9nWzr86YjOTyVxdGj1WNPg2zSmBnckW2HZviTJs448zOLrKMP8aSqW0a-VnqW9BAro70nBiGYi6nPq0uMHPM7EKMQJSMIBIbaVJsbirp_QAnH0fqF89oBTzM1qgdT/s400/horse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716396400959943058" /></a><br /><br />horse, Lago de Atitlán, Guatemala. 2008.Lisa Elmalehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00236340593382469424noreply@blogger.com1