tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33228003346304805602024-02-19T11:17:46.280-05:00Exposures: An Aperture BlogAperture On Locationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17930689478418866335noreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322800334630480560.post-23653959395691528592007-10-11T13:01:00.000-05:002007-10-11T13:12:08.714-05:00"Exposures" Has Moved!<div align"justify">It has been our pleasure to test the concept of an Aperture blog via Blogger this summer season. As the weather cools and the season in photography heats up, we've decided to move affairs over to a more robust location.<br /><br />Please find the new Exposures at <a href="http://exposures.aperture.org">http://exposures.aperture.org</a>. Upcoming features include an interview with Larry Fink, co-curator of the current Aperture exhibition "Lisette Model And Her Successors," as well as notes and clips from "The Passionate Eye II: Conversations Between Collectors, Curators, and Critics," taking place at Aperture on October 14.<br /><br />This site will remain up for a number of weeks, but all new posts will be made on the new site. We thank you for your understanding, and welcome your comments and suggestions on the new space!</div>Aperture On Locationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17930689478418866335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322800334630480560.post-63415481421258716262007-10-08T16:02:00.000-05:002008-12-08T19:42:08.648-05:00Richard Ross/John R. MacArthur Lecture, Part 4<div align="justify"><i>The following is the final installment of a conversation between Richard Ross and John R. (Rick) MacArthur, regarding Ross's work and his book</i> Architecture of Authority<i>, published by Aperture this fall.<br /><br />To read opening remarks made by Diana Edkins of Aperture Foundation, click <a href="http://aperturefoundation.blogspot.com/2007/10/richard-rossjohn-r-macarthur-lecture.html">here</a>.<br /><br />To read the first installment of the conversation between Ross and MacArthur, click <a href="http://aperturefoundation.blogspot.com/2007/10/richard-rossjohn-r-mcarthur-lecture.html">here</a>.<br /><br />To read the second installment of the conversation between Ross and MacArthur, click <br /><a href="http://aperturefoundation.blogspot.com/2007/10/richard-rossjohn-r-macarthur-lecture_03.html">here</a>.<br /><br />To read the third installment of the conversation between Ross and MacArthur, click <br /><a href="http://aperturefoundation.blogspot.com/2007/10/richard-rossjohn-r-macarthur-lecture_04.html">here</a>.</i><br /><br />JRM: …I say in the essay that there would be no point in trying to do the Abu Ghraib photos in any other context. As if, in a perfect photographer’s world, Richard… [snuck] back into Abu Ghraib and took photographs of the guys with the hoods on, and in what I call the <i>tableau vivant</i> of the torture victims, with [Army Specialists] Lynndie [England] and Charles [Graner] and their persecutors torturing them, but doing it from an artist’s perspective. Or a photojournalist’s perspective. Because you know the pictures we’ve seen of Abu Ghraib are mostly cellular phone pictures. Right?<br /><br />RR: Or digital cameras. Small cameras.<br /><br />JRM: Right. …They’re not set-up shots. They’re not done by professional photographers. But my feeling when I saw his empty spaces was that it’s just as well. You couldn’t reproduce the shock value of those amateur photographs. And just for the hell of it, I wonder if you think if such a thing is reproducible. I mean is that something you’re interested in? Because all the pictures you see, they’re all empty, you rarely see a person. The minute I saw the Abu Ghraib shots, and the Guantánamo shots, my thoughts turned to the amateur shots of Charles and Lynndie torturing the prisoners.<br /><br />RR: Well, one of the images that isn’t in the book or the exhibition was that same space where Lynndie England was one of those who was torturing. It had almost souvenir value—a perverse souvenir of Iraq. Like going to Minnesota and photographing a men’s stall, which has become one of the big tourist attractions at that airport. [Laughter.] But it couldn’t be reproduced. In other words, in creating these, I don’t want to be falsely flattering. But I wanted to make beautiful spaces that seduced you into them. That made you think, “This is very beautiful; I’d love to be there,” but then realizing the horror of some of these spaces. <br /><br />In some cases, I certainly couldn’t go to photograph that; the timing was off, and just in going to Iraq, I couldn’t have gone earlier, and I certainly wouldn’t go today. It becomes irrelevant. When you’re there in a particular spot, you photograph what you’ve got. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU9JvfLZnMJZN1DOSguknE9QSuwT2m8bJ9G4eF8uTDmImp8ghjbGCWMAFhfinK55xZcxmg9S0ueO-StupfhQF3AuqOXK-W9JAaOCsFOtOXJYd4xWDU4XJ6OGbQPGWiOZ0mUJW9Ao3zvpMc/s1600-h/ghraibross.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU9JvfLZnMJZN1DOSguknE9QSuwT2m8bJ9G4eF8uTDmImp8ghjbGCWMAFhfinK55xZcxmg9S0ueO-StupfhQF3AuqOXK-W9JAaOCsFOtOXJYd4xWDU4XJ6OGbQPGWiOZ0mUJW9Ao3zvpMc/s320/ghraibross.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119077869619176434" /></a><br /><i>Photograph from </i>Architecture Of Authority<i>, published by Aperture, Fall 2007.</i><br /><br />You go and anticipate what it’s going to be, but you find whatever happens to be there. I do have to say that the most difficult part about going to Iraq was convincing my wife and kids that I was somewhat sane and that I would have a marriage to come home to and a family to come home to. That was much harder, truly, than convincing the military to let me in there. My wife made some comment that if you were embedded in the military, you’re not embedded with me. [Laughter.]</div>Aperture On Locationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17930689478418866335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322800334630480560.post-39218712161182172692007-10-04T16:29:00.000-05:002008-12-08T19:42:09.111-05:00Richard Ross/John R. MacArthur Lecture, Part 3<div align="justify"><i>The following is the third installment of a conversation between Richard Ross and John R. (Rick) MacArthur, regarding Ross's work and his book </i>Architecture of Authority<i>, published by Aperture this fall.<br /><br />To read opening remarks made by Diana Edkins of Aperture Foundation, click <a href="http://aperturefoundation.blogspot.com/2007/10/richard-rossjohn-r-macarthur-lecture.html">here</a>.<br /><br />To read the first installment of the conversation between Ross and MacArthur, click <a href="http://aperturefoundation.blogspot.com/2007/10/richard-rossjohn-r-mcarthur-lecture.html">here</a>.<br /><br />To read the second installment of the conversation between Ross and MacArthur, click <br /><a href="http://aperturefoundation.blogspot.com/2007/10/richard-rossjohn-r-macarthur-lecture_03.html">here</a>.</i><br /><br />JRM: I wish I’d asked you [why the subjects were so cooperative] when we first met, because the key phrase is “THEY don’t understand the power of the camera.” That’s crucial in understanding why you were able to get away with it.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5fe-wAfUYuRonYg5xTSqHzp6afF91jXigFa2j3N2vg6O5vjSlIW-_NChJpwxnBCSLfqndhcsNwuqAHn_S2lehKCELKWSo2GnJSIEqaTfv9rwHrbblWfz3y29-J9rQvOSPFBKvyO7aX-aS/s1600-h/jrm05.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5fe-wAfUYuRonYg5xTSqHzp6afF91jXigFa2j3N2vg6O5vjSlIW-_NChJpwxnBCSLfqndhcsNwuqAHn_S2lehKCELKWSo2GnJSIEqaTfv9rwHrbblWfz3y29-J9rQvOSPFBKvyO7aX-aS/s320/jrm05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117598270101742130" /></a><br />RR: I did one singular image of a chair which I thought was pure Josef K. Kafka, and they approved it digitally at Guantánamo. And I happened to be there when the military was accused of flushing Qur’ans down the toilet. It wasn’t proven positively or negatively, I think. But the image went to AP, it was picked up by <i>Time</i>, and a great art director there took the image and desaturated it, made it black and white, and had it as the opening spread to the special issue in <i>Time</i> of [Detainee 063] at Guantánamo. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsO7SSUV3WFz5ANc77vJmGgPRwWkqataMneWHeDVSYukmnz_JgQgail1aHidRIoHU_2_m7SOaTDXaAgGUUwr8Z_4mKhEA0nD05DJRW_QEdfbGwxqO73M4wK38cIwTn5L1pXXjmrEljOOSB/s1600-h/guant02ross.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsO7SSUV3WFz5ANc77vJmGgPRwWkqataMneWHeDVSYukmnz_JgQgail1aHidRIoHU_2_m7SOaTDXaAgGUUwr8Z_4mKhEA0nD05DJRW_QEdfbGwxqO73M4wK38cIwTn5L1pXXjmrEljOOSB/s320/guant02ross.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117598459080303170" /></a><br /><i>Photograph from</i> Architecture Of Authority<i>, published by Aperture, Fall 2007.</i><br /><br />[<i>See the image as it appears at </i>Time<i>’s website by clicking <a href=http://www.time.com/time/photoessays/guantanamo/>here</a>.—ed.</i>]<br /><br />And it became one of those rare events in my world, where I had a visual idea of what I wanted, I was able to convince someone to give me access to it, and I got the image that I wanted and it appeared in print, probably, ten days later. It rarely happens like that. It’s always post-justification or some miracle if something like that actually comes to be.<br /><br />But they did not understand the power of the photograph. They were too concerned with not wanting two landmarks on a hilltop that would compromise fort security and tell some foreign power where this building is versus that building. And I didn’t say to them, ‘Well, pardon me, but this base has been here since the Spanish Civil War. I could go to Google Earth and look at it.” [Laughter.] “If you think it’s gonna compromise something…” Psychologically, they didn’t get that this was a more dangerous photograph for them.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHgA6ORtN21KVmR7cnEK9qC-7dVvXJY43tsf5bAXrBnFdMWzLvGbetDQtqbyvDRFn6HL-rNCw3vF_J4mjhsIIf7oY8TetKpLajjfrTPGdeCb5nUYYaxw-Phz9W1veZJorFpeml7-wV8d64/s1600-h/jrm06.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHgA6ORtN21KVmR7cnEK9qC-7dVvXJY43tsf5bAXrBnFdMWzLvGbetDQtqbyvDRFn6HL-rNCw3vF_J4mjhsIIf7oY8TetKpLajjfrTPGdeCb5nUYYaxw-Phz9W1veZJorFpeml7-wV8d64/s320/jrm06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117598764022981202" /></a><br />JRM: I just have one thought, which I had before, but has come back to me, that the American military is not obviously monolithic any more than any other big bureaucracy is. And I don’t want to suggest that the Army which Americans, I’m sad to say, …believe is the only redeemable institution left in American society. “It’s the only place you’re gonna find straight shooters.” <br /><br />But that being said, it has been my experience, in my limited reporting with the military—because I was never a war correspondent—but also in speaking at WestPoint, that the military intellectuals that I’ve met over the years—and this doesn’t necessarily filter down into the lower ranks—are much more intellectually curious and open-minded than a lot of university intellectuals that I’ve met, or rank and file journalists. And I am supported in this thesis by Marjane Satrapi, the author of <i>Persepolis</i>, who had precisely the same experience at WestPoint. She was shocked at how open-minded and interested, conversational, up for any kind of discussion were the teachers and the cadets.<br /><br />So I’m not suggesting that we pin our hopes on the U.S. Army, but there are elements in the military—in the Marines, too—who are more democratically inclined than you might think. However, I’m still amazed that you got away with what you got away with. Especially with all the bad publicity.</div>Aperture On Locationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17930689478418866335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322800334630480560.post-25921071153868539502007-10-03T15:34:00.000-05:002008-12-08T19:42:10.313-05:00Richard Ross/John R. MacArthur Lecture, Part 2<div align="justify"><i>The following is the second installment of a conversation between Richard Ross and John R. (Rick) MacArthur, regarding Ross's work and his book Architecture of Authority, published by Aperture this fall.<br /><br />To read opening remarks made by Diana Edkins of Aperture Foundation, click <a href="http://aperturefoundation.blogspot.com/2007/10/richard-rossjohn-r-macarthur-lecture.html">here</a>.<br /><br />To read the first installment of the conversation between Ross and MacArthur, click <a href="http://aperturefoundation.blogspot.com/2007/10/richard-rossjohn-r-mcarthur-lecture.html">here</a>.</i><br /><br />JRM: Probably the emblematic photograph in this context is the one of the 70th precinct… Does anyone have an association with the 70th precinct in Brooklyn? What happened there? [No response.] It’s the Abner Louima precinct. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQY-KetFHiwRvMMiqBdbsA-riK7GUzZx65W1F9A13DSYXHptm3QtSMWGHiBPdtOSxW5_hmT4ODFjzXLz9kMP28-s3a8XFmAdO6OKIIDoci4-QX-Bu3QNg5i8UQF2tRZAfpyJPEgCMvGN4f/s1600-h/70precross.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQY-KetFHiwRvMMiqBdbsA-riK7GUzZx65W1F9A13DSYXHptm3QtSMWGHiBPdtOSxW5_hmT4ODFjzXLz9kMP28-s3a8XFmAdO6OKIIDoci4-QX-Bu3QNg5i8UQF2tRZAfpyJPEgCMvGN4f/s320/70precross.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117220708116685330" /></a> <br /><i>Photograph from Architecture Of Authority, published by Aperture, Fall 2007.</i><br /><br />[<i>In 1997, Abner Louima, a Haitian immigrant to the United States, was arrested by officers from the 70th precinct. He was brutally assaulted by the arresting officers at the precinct, and an attempt at a cover-up was made. Several officers were eventually indicted and found guilty of various crimes; the longest sentence issued was 30 years and almost $280,000 as restitution. New York City also settled a civil lawsuit for $8.75 million. –ed.</i>]<br /><br />…[Richard’s] father worked in that same precinct, what, fifty years earlier. And I suggest that, even in those days, such a thing could not have taken place. Now, I don’t know for a fact that nothing like that ever happened, and I stipulate in the essay that, after all, lynching was going on unpunished in the South into the early ‘50s. But it’s still really different. The 70th precinct is the same building, but it’s a different world. And [Richard] is bridging it.<br /><br />RR: Well, fifty years ago… history kind of repeats. The scene of one of the more notorious police scandals in New York City history… The claim to fame was when I sit there with my wife and watch <i>Serpico</i>. [Al Pacino’s] Serpico says, “This is so big, this is so corrupt, it’s bigger than the Gross bookmaking scandal!” And it’s something that took place in the ‘50s. <br /><br />[<i>Harry Gross was a Brooklyn bookmaker who hit his prime in the 1940s, employing public servants, like police officers, in a successful attempt to hide his growing illegal profile. He was eventually charged, tried, and convicted in 1950 and spent eight years in jail.—ed.</i>]<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBNNte37GaH3wnEa71Apz9TztEJ5mwz2hX5NDtNy5-WqzIxKgWRBljPBHZvML8QN1o5aYaKmx7dM9hx2YyJa4yflUWOVszwrLeq7Or9v-yMosQuKU60p_MKx4TeVhnsnxmpK8-F4Vzfao7/s1600-h/04.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBNNte37GaH3wnEa71Apz9TztEJ5mwz2hX5NDtNy5-WqzIxKgWRBljPBHZvML8QN1o5aYaKmx7dM9hx2YyJa4yflUWOVszwrLeq7Or9v-yMosQuKU60p_MKx4TeVhnsnxmpK8-F4Vzfao7/s320/04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117217061689450978" /></a><br />When I found out about what went on and why, a million bits of family history that were well-buried—I did some research in the <i>Times</i> archives and the <i>Herald-Tribune</i>, the <i>World Telegram</i> and <i>Sun</i>—this all bubbled to the surface. I found out more about white collar crime and the ‘50s. Which was all very benign, theoretically, but then repeated itself with crime that was not so white-collar in the ‘80s.<br /><br />RM: The other thing I wanted Richard to talk a little bit about is what it’s like dealing with the American military, and authorities like the Secret Service and various police organizations. Because—and you picked up on it when [Richard] was talking, probably—there’s a kind of a strange cooperation between authority and our photographer here, which I don’t understand. As a reporter over the years, I’ve bullshitted my wan into dozens of places I wasn’t supposed to be in. But you’re only carrying a notebook. You don’t look threatening in the least. You can convince the person that the stuff you’re scrawling into your notebook isn’t gonna do them any harm; they shouldn’t feel threatened by it. You show up with a camera, it changes the relationship immensely. I’ve had it myself, when I’m shooting pictures myself…when I was in Africa, for example, in Uganda, I’ve had that experience of the guards grabbing for your camera and trying to pull the film out. So I know that cameras are threatening to authority. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaI7vPXvKiNfhMA-hudK1y1V9pam3tPHM1JcSIiD6WfymlA0e5REhxiHojcWglZqOVQIArEIoy8UIjNg30iFkNwkbQxCWdxZrz-jtvSnzfOe2bx_J6M4usW9OKyBOonuf1RwVwvcyY8z6K/s1600-h/05.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaI7vPXvKiNfhMA-hudK1y1V9pam3tPHM1JcSIiD6WfymlA0e5REhxiHojcWglZqOVQIArEIoy8UIjNg30iFkNwkbQxCWdxZrz-jtvSnzfOe2bx_J6M4usW9OKyBOonuf1RwVwvcyY8z6K/s320/05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117218105366503938" /></a><br />So why in the hell were these people so cooperative? There’s that tense moment where they’re almost not gonna let you do it, but then they do let you take pictures of the isolation cells, the outdoor cells.<br /><br />RR: Forty percent of the military force in Iraq, when I was there, were reservists or National Guard. And these are just absolutely normal people that are caught up in something they didn’t necessarily want to be in. And as long as you treat them with respect, and as long as you tell them absolutely everything that you’re doing and trying to figure out, and don’t bullshit them, they’re fine. They don’t understand the power of the camera. They don’t understand the power of a photograph. And it’s a batting average. You don’t get to everywhere that you want to go to, but if you’re persistent, you get a lot.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFtOLxkQjEhTnYXmGq1ZQOzU0TtMZ-VaffxvUY2b5-WD4Mz6hSmxcp_yi4LRN1XZteIP_6okyqqWDBkaadU72A2Znf9aANs-haDqV-cAKB0sQWgf3JDTWnaUYW9ns2naIl55Zlehngf1BC/s1600-h/03.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFtOLxkQjEhTnYXmGq1ZQOzU0TtMZ-VaffxvUY2b5-WD4Mz6hSmxcp_yi4LRN1XZteIP_6okyqqWDBkaadU72A2Znf9aANs-haDqV-cAKB0sQWgf3JDTWnaUYW9ns2naIl55Zlehngf1BC/s320/03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117217572790559218" /></a><br />Going to Guantánamo took nine moths of persistence, and my hero is always James Garner on <i>The Rockford Files</i>. [Laughter.] Where he would have an offset printing press in his glove compartment and he would be Jim Anderson, insurance investigator. And he would make up a card and go into whatever situation he needed. So I wear the hat of a university professor, I wear the hat of a photojournalist, I work for a European journal, I can work for an American publication… it doesn’t matter.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUqPj2xlt7ONmICIfC65FmgpbQzVd097RZar-ljsrq1dgqfhwputPPFNg6T-lOGBrLialTx90T1fz16YmJH0DlGdO2QxiDmeuG2yB1OQaEXQZuT0Yu56a_-v59o9HGqzJvRmCsdJ7SSxQS/s1600-h/guantross.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUqPj2xlt7ONmICIfC65FmgpbQzVd097RZar-ljsrq1dgqfhwputPPFNg6T-lOGBrLialTx90T1fz16YmJH0DlGdO2QxiDmeuG2yB1OQaEXQZuT0Yu56a_-v59o9HGqzJvRmCsdJ7SSxQS/s320/guantross.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117221214922826274" /></a><br /><i>Photograph from Architecture Of Authority, published by Aperture, Fall 2007.</i><br /><br />And also, the nice thing about growing up in New York was that “no” was always a starting point. So if somebody says to me, “No,” that just means I have to figure out some other way of doing it. But I said to Rick earlier, in looking at conversation and interview/interrogation, I was trying to deal with people at Fort Huachuca, in Arizona. And originally they said, “You can come and photograph,” and later they said, “We did some research on who you are, and who you’re working for, and we don’t feel that your photographs will be complimentary.”<br /><br />So the first day they say, “You can come,” and the next day they say—and this is in an email—not complimentary. And I’m looking at their website and their mission statement from the Pentagon, and it says that the public information office is to make [the fort] apparent, transparent and information accessible, to the U.S. military and the American public. And somehow, it doesn’t say “complimentary.”<br /><br />Yet this is the relationship that the media has evolved into, where it has to be adversarial. And there are people in the military, and a lot of people in the bureaucracy that feel comfortable, and people that DON’T. And you have to seek out the people that want to help, and seek out the people hat want to tell a story that they feel will be honest. And people that don’t want to be used. And I think the book is pretty honest. It’s drawing some conclusions visually, that are maybe surprising to some people, but I’m not lying or fabricating, and there’s nothing Photoshopped in there. <br /><br />So it’s an ongoing battle, but it does come back to the idea that is that I’m not a good artist, but I’m a good photojournalist. No matter what Rick says. And I have a hard time accepting no as an answer.</div>Aperture On Locationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17930689478418866335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322800334630480560.post-41229515162807032732007-10-02T15:15:00.000-05:002008-12-08T19:42:11.213-05:00The Padre, And Cathedrals<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMGD3m2SF56uB4SQdnMTiXhZ0h8sP3FM5rLcbDWJj-gBD44sPlmQnN8mZoqJuDwHdQS4znYj16L93uZCFah1bHwdn5sgLLW_XmYicGMC3itxpBjGcSWyXC8f0RAql81xCCYj7Br0s6zwza/s1600-h/padrepino.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMGD3m2SF56uB4SQdnMTiXhZ0h8sP3FM5rLcbDWJj-gBD44sPlmQnN8mZoqJuDwHdQS4znYj16L93uZCFah1bHwdn5sgLLW_XmYicGMC3itxpBjGcSWyXC8f0RAql81xCCYj7Br0s6zwza/s400/padrepino.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116839063494233458" /></a><div align="justify">A very important figure in the south of Italy is the holy Padre Pino. You will find his image all over the place and in every house there is a picture of him on the wall.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg838ViS42Tv9H8IkrVmbVyvVw-pWfco9XBo81xK0_ntay-aBuRI3CXoIL8Tzc-hOgtJrUn2W4uM5pWFWnXfz4MUe3-EEwbhKAUPVEILfsV9cCc9RcQRIjX1dCa5aOES8xVmWok-ecTckUI/s1600-h/naples18.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg838ViS42Tv9H8IkrVmbVyvVw-pWfco9XBo81xK0_ntay-aBuRI3CXoIL8Tzc-hOgtJrUn2W4uM5pWFWnXfz4MUe3-EEwbhKAUPVEILfsV9cCc9RcQRIjX1dCa5aOES8xVmWok-ecTckUI/s400/naples18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116838934645214562" /></a>A resemblance above, perhaps.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFfiuIjyhNcIKRngAKyEKzenHCmFKe-iaWln9Ml0QFQMCRGnBS4F6q-COE7z606DkTj_xGc8NTYZP-gGzFXFxGrhLghIIMvA6-QegcQET_gPMlWH0DM3IUnV62SIprULdlLqRNrHEg-wV6/s1600-h/cathedral1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFfiuIjyhNcIKRngAKyEKzenHCmFKe-iaWln9Ml0QFQMCRGnBS4F6q-COE7z606DkTj_xGc8NTYZP-gGzFXFxGrhLghIIMvA6-QegcQET_gPMlWH0DM3IUnV62SIprULdlLqRNrHEg-wV6/s400/cathedral1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116838359119596882" /></a>Being a very Catholic country, the churches and cathedrals are true pieces of art and richness.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiweWE8lGV_IUcq7cX7gqh-_wQ7D9vApORMmn7ZqfI26pwNQffPcupc9kYTlEewWqLz2rI3YmfS4zhioi7jBFZlw90HrYVxe0TfpjmZHnhOizBruCnyM1CF6FZJsDQGRQIRC01-JBL0AZpZ/s1600-h/cathedral3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiweWE8lGV_IUcq7cX7gqh-_wQ7D9vApORMmn7ZqfI26pwNQffPcupc9kYTlEewWqLz2rI3YmfS4zhioi7jBFZlw90HrYVxe0TfpjmZHnhOizBruCnyM1CF6FZJsDQGRQIRC01-JBL0AZpZ/s400/cathedral3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116838225975610690" /></a>Old graves of important priests can be found with the most impressive sizes and decorations.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRHUg4aJQBHD6Qd5Xy-W0Wx9x955_470B55_u1iVbiwEnoH3PkJOMNF69zn9UUEubee3I03e6IjmZYdIcDlrM3GkmPf6eqjJ3ytyH_x75vISIh2f5DVveYmolLZfQmQKSyhas0AQGOBuCy/s1600-h/sleep3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRHUg4aJQBHD6Qd5Xy-W0Wx9x955_470B55_u1iVbiwEnoH3PkJOMNF69zn9UUEubee3I03e6IjmZYdIcDlrM3GkmPf6eqjJ3ytyH_x75vISIh2f5DVveYmolLZfQmQKSyhas0AQGOBuCy/s400/sleep3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116836263175556402" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzwezg3_htXwTkaYY2_ClmGsmYdv0nF_NdjWMUTY58BQtDvbidV3YrO4Glv2iSfEBg-AExJzMlQzcWavGjfFGHYtRvaFKxwdjwpF3kEzzSzmuJPa1FHOa3314m-NK3LbkVhfPcQvBh4Dw2/s1600-h/sleep5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzwezg3_htXwTkaYY2_ClmGsmYdv0nF_NdjWMUTY58BQtDvbidV3YrO4Glv2iSfEBg-AExJzMlQzcWavGjfFGHYtRvaFKxwdjwpF3kEzzSzmuJPa1FHOa3314m-NK3LbkVhfPcQvBh4Dw2/s400/sleep5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116836035542289698" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322800334630480560.post-83739438101242986762007-10-01T13:47:00.000-05:002008-12-08T19:42:11.865-05:00Richard Ross/John R. MacArthur Lecture, Part 1<div align="justify"><i>The following is the first installment of a conversation between Richard Ross and John R. (Rick) MacArthur, regarding Ross's work and his book </i>Architecture of Authority, <i>published by Aperture this fall.<br /><br />To read opening remarks made by Diana Edkins of Aperture Foundation, click <a href="http://aperturefoundation.blogspot.com/2007/10/richard-rossjohn-r-macarthur-lecture.html">here.</a></i><br /><br />JRM: You can see why I had so much fun writing the essay for this. It wasn’t even necessary to write an essay; Rich is a good writer. His afterword is very good, and he describes the work intelligently and in an interesting way. But what this proves when you look at [the book] and, believe me, I don’t classify it in any way as a photojournalist… What we learned as police reporters, when I was a police reporter at the <i>Chicago Sun-Times</i>, was that photographers are always better reporters—better journalists—than reporters are, and the way to get to the story, or to get to the heart of the matter, is to follow the photographer.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicOFsX68QktvaqnMU65OFje9Y3yg6_lURbgf_tkC3-iF6u-K_vfXcPeNDP5TZhqg0DLvbkGUQ9GTnpfVzf5mVkAI4OnZBThMVW5EBY7Rtnf4zemtfq12uErcqQk0He2eC80wz1SsCnc15H/s1600-h/jrm01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicOFsX68QktvaqnMU65OFje9Y3yg6_lURbgf_tkC3-iF6u-K_vfXcPeNDP5TZhqg0DLvbkGUQ9GTnpfVzf5mVkAI4OnZBThMVW5EBY7Rtnf4zemtfq12uErcqQk0He2eC80wz1SsCnc15H/s320/jrm01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116477743198986658" /></a><br />…I want to urge all of you to buy the book, because I’m not going to give away the secret of Richard’s father’s fascinating story [told by Ross in the afterword]. But what struck me when I looked at the pictures for the first time on the computer screen were the juxtapositions. I mean, [Ross] is a guy with an imagination which is above and beyond what you usually see in photography books. He’s making associations and connections that HE doesn’t even understand. And I saw it as my job to draw some of them out.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2dkGlxi9K1gDaoO-RynHyVD6BXybLXetywjAS1lnpFiiXeUyUai40Lys7LgRlQRzpT6MPtP0rVfg6tSrEpNF_piq2Qa991Dsbf78w5SQvc8eIfuxplG1dCHHMp5MOnVM6V5wYFUo0MEED/s1600-h/montcircleross.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2dkGlxi9K1gDaoO-RynHyVD6BXybLXetywjAS1lnpFiiXeUyUai40Lys7LgRlQRzpT6MPtP0rVfg6tSrEpNF_piq2Qa991Dsbf78w5SQvc8eIfuxplG1dCHHMp5MOnVM6V5wYFUo0MEED/s320/montcircleross.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116442691970883954" /></a><br /><i>Photograph from</i> Architecture Of Authority, <i>published by Aperture, Fall 2007.</i><br /><br />Now, maybe he’s going to tell you more about his background when we get a little more into the conversation, or his childhood, but for me it became kind of an investigative interview, and I really wanted to know more about what was motivating him to make these connections. Because to put a Montessori circle at the beginning of a book, with the little opening, for any parents who have individual children in circle time, in any school, and a death chamber, a lethal injection chamber at the end, is something from someone who’s doing something a little more interesting than the usual photography.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAbqZCkttLiYMterFTTyY4TTGm-k3zNzEyQWQ8Bx6g9DOmf7GU1WgYFgXcorIWHaJZstT-9c2J8R31ofHZS26ZPBia6XmWaPpzAg3AdyPrmgLQN8Alk3sY2XyTnCpjn_BxDs85WXF0_JRh/s1600-h/lethinjross.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAbqZCkttLiYMterFTTyY4TTGm-k3zNzEyQWQ8Bx6g9DOmf7GU1WgYFgXcorIWHaJZstT-9c2J8R31ofHZS26ZPBia6XmWaPpzAg3AdyPrmgLQN8Alk3sY2XyTnCpjn_BxDs85WXF0_JRh/s320/lethinjross.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116453781576442242" /></a><i>Photograph from</i> Architecture Of Authority, <i>published by Aperture, Fall 2007.</i><br /><br />The other point I’d make is about what you see when you see these photographs on the screen. To show you how little I know about production and photography, even though I’ve been a publisher for twenty-three years… the stuff looks different on the printed page than it does on the screen. When the book finally came out, I was really jarred by some of the images in a way I wasn’t when I first saw them on the computer screen. Now, what I was looking at when I was writing were, I don’t know what they were… just computer printouts, color Xeroxes, or what?<br /><br />RR: Some of them were prints; some of them were low-res [digital images].<br /><br />JRM: Right… they weren’t as good as what you see in the book. Which is a tribute to Aperture, I suppose, and in any event I think the whole project is interesting on two levels. …First of all, Rich is an artist, not a photojournalist, and this is—I believe I quote Arthur Danto in the essay—for me disturbatory art. It’s upsetting, but it’s also working on an aesthetic level that’s very challenging and very interesting. So when I was trying to figure out what to say about it, I gave myself plenty of license. I drove off the road to hit Picasso just for the hell of it, as you’ll read, but I was trying not to turn it into a polemical essay, because obviously when you look at these pictures, you want to make political associations with our policy in Iraq, the invasion, and so forth. America becoming a torture state. <br /><br />So it’s not easy to look at these pictures and [resist making] the obvious political associations. …Nancy Grubb, the editor of the book, was also very good in getting me to think about the aesthetic point of the book, which is different, I think, from the political point.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvtA3Re_aJ7JPjrtC7z4ecBoyFVPZGarc8-XtB6vscUPp157YFXDUv1PFdZmLVO5NJh9hd9PDPM2UrNB-Xwg3kCfm-k0otIBC2T2ktY44pQhgQ1bYsKez8CavGquaD_nOEKyQ8fhRdI-hh/s1600-h/rr01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvtA3Re_aJ7JPjrtC7z4ecBoyFVPZGarc8-XtB6vscUPp157YFXDUv1PFdZmLVO5NJh9hd9PDPM2UrNB-Xwg3kCfm-k0otIBC2T2ktY44pQhgQ1bYsKez8CavGquaD_nOEKyQ8fhRdI-hh/s320/rr01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116478091091337650" /></a><br />So what I wanted Richard to talk about was how he saw the balance between an aesthetic approach to architecture of authority, and genuine political outrage which, believe me, he feels. When we talked about it, it became quite evident. So can you talk a little about balancing it, if you even thought about balancing it?<br /><br />RR: Part of it is… yes, it is political outrage, and it is a fascination with how we’re—I’m not going to go off on too much of a diatribe—how we’re sheep being led in a direction [that is] unbelievable to me, because I really feel like I grew up in a golden age, absolutely. Going to every play on Broadway for $2.60… my parents were very cultured. Very modest means, but we would go to a lot of museums and institutions. And then I look at what goes on today, and I see a very different world. Especially in terms of Congress. So I try to figure out how we got here.<br /><br />And I did a talk in Claremont, where instead of being introduced, I asked them not to introduce me. And people are just milling around, and everybody was chatting, and I just stood there. And then, when I didn’t say anything after awhile, people were just quiet. I’m behind a lectern. And a couple of people were still talking, and then it stopped completely. <br /><br />And then I introduced the whole concept of the authority of silence. In ways that you’re not accustomed to it. You have to become aware of it. So just as Rick and I are sitting up here, and you’re listening to us, sitting there in parallel rows that extend… there’s a certain authority here that you’ve ceded to us.<br /><br />And we have ceded so much as a society and a culture. It’s unbelievable. And everything that goes on in terms of the perfect timing. People interned at Guantánamo, at trial now—the appellate court has said these people can face military tribunals because they’re now enemy combatants, but they’re something else now… it’s almost like <i>I Spy</i>, or Maxwell Smart, something super-secret that they’re now dubbed, and “Now we can try you [in a military tribunal].” How can you do this? Where is habeas corpus? How has this been allowed to continue?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVCJsJXj9IbdhCv3kbKVvVmONF7YEa9le9rDDp_A5agxrec_fbzypt0Q1k8qCpGLufEL0xP4iybOUanoO8JM51iwSSiQVVzGv-DUx_zNwNtMxlu4xocRQpsSExKk4JL9Iijz4MscrrK23A/s1600-h/rr02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVCJsJXj9IbdhCv3kbKVvVmONF7YEa9le9rDDp_A5agxrec_fbzypt0Q1k8qCpGLufEL0xP4iybOUanoO8JM51iwSSiQVVzGv-DUx_zNwNtMxlu4xocRQpsSExKk4JL9Iijz4MscrrK23A/s320/rr02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116478232825258434" /></a><br />So in a very simple way, I’m not sure if I’m flattered or insulted that Rick calls me an artist rather than a photojournalist. I’ve always aspired to be a photojournalist. But I feel there’s a limited amount of time in which you can do work that you look at and you say, “Line, form, texture, composition.” It just doesn’t make sense in the contemporary world. It has to be engaged for everybody at every level, to do something that’s more assertive in recapturing something.</div>Aperture On Locationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17930689478418866335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322800334630480560.post-66912487638701805952007-10-01T13:38:00.000-05:002007-10-01T16:43:29.940-05:00Richard Ross/John R. MacArthur Lecture, Opening Remarks<div align="justify"><i>What follows are opening remarks to a lecture and conversation between Richard Ross and John R. (Rick) MacArthur, regarding Ross's work and his book Architecture of Authority, published by Aperture this fall. The remarks were made by Diana Edkins, Director of Exhibitions and Limited Edition Prints.<br /><br />To read the first installment of the conversation between Ross and MacArthur, click <a href="http://aperturefoundation.blogspot.com/2007/10/richard-rossjohn-r-mcarthur-lecture.html">here.</a></i><br /><br />DE: Good evening, and thank you very much for joining us here at Aperture Foundation for our first educational program of the fall season. My name is Diana Edkins, Director of Exhibitions and Limited Edition Photographs at Aperture.<br /><br />We will be featuring Richard Ross’s exhibition, <i>Architecture of Authority</i>, next May, and I hope you all come back for that. And I am pleased to welcome Rick McArthur, and Richard Ross tonight, for what I’m sure will be a very provocative discussion of Richard’s work.<br /><br />Richard Ross has taught at the University of California Santa Barbara since 1977. He has published nearly a dozen books, including <i>Museology</i>, published by Aperture in 1989. We are thrilled to be working with him again. He has just received, in 2007, a Guggenheim Fellowship for this project, <i>Architecture of Authority</i>. It is a comprehensive socio-political investigation of architectural spaces that exert psychological power over the individuals within them. Ross’s approach to photography is to show you an idea and then ask you to think it through for yourselves.<br /><br />Rick McArthur is president and publisher of <i>Harper’s</i> Magazine, and an award-winning journalist and author. He writes monthly columns for <i>The Providence Journal</i> in English and for Montreal’s Le Devoir, in French. Since 1994, the magazine has received eleven National Magazine Awards, the industry’s highest recognition.</div>Aperture On Locationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17930689478418866335noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322800334630480560.post-22772500933504347462007-09-28T09:43:00.000-05:002008-12-08T19:42:12.192-05:00Making Do With What You Have<div align="justify">You can tell the houses are small by the way the Napolitanos dry their laundry.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_ktEnbYfg2AoboqeQRYItLNxsVrGOTqcxRkB0KpFXmYsIMmhDLBbFJxFI5IHn804JVsjDUvrYqKYs1KP3wvpyQgenG5lP7F-7mrqfE0lZcYgWFXNSY4NHr4xyRst4prcC_mhhX29RtRxM/s1600-h/naples11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_ktEnbYfg2AoboqeQRYItLNxsVrGOTqcxRkB0KpFXmYsIMmhDLBbFJxFI5IHn804JVsjDUvrYqKYs1KP3wvpyQgenG5lP7F-7mrqfE0lZcYgWFXNSY4NHr4xyRst4prcC_mhhX29RtRxM/s400/naples11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115266658787298562" /></a>Here is another example of how people know how to take advantage of the limited space they have. Those living in this home grew their grapes in their courtyard, but the sun hit the front of the house, so they made a hole in the wall for the vines; the vines thus grew toward the light.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4vKFMJqo9NfeXSbocTFOme64tT_ZNJhGoqexw54IvkBjh0uvMmkgFs_6Mo8MoyH3zssXzBKv4l-Us0a1279GgP1-gDKolBaKAvHBlFqTf-_oJOINZZgnIs7ZZ71PY9TQBWTGuw83gEYDV/s1600-h/grape.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4vKFMJqo9NfeXSbocTFOme64tT_ZNJhGoqexw54IvkBjh0uvMmkgFs_6Mo8MoyH3zssXzBKv4l-Us0a1279GgP1-gDKolBaKAvHBlFqTf-_oJOINZZgnIs7ZZ71PY9TQBWTGuw83gEYDV/s400/grape.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115266864945728786" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322800334630480560.post-15948090028769813312007-09-26T13:18:00.000-05:002008-12-08T19:42:12.328-05:00A Matter Of Convenience<div align="justify">Another way of transportation (in Naples) is the basket on a rope.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPoWOzlOyaS6xkXxP_svkIYJ9CDoNbJ0FXdErSjGDukndZRRdqhFiMNyAz5AVtTBI_ZTOK_h8ku7h-3TiKQfynI_ra0YAcGRLUE1-ZV7CYin7NJamk-TiV0vfahVRWORmvuLi36gZdTJRk/s1600-h/naples13.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPoWOzlOyaS6xkXxP_svkIYJ9CDoNbJ0FXdErSjGDukndZRRdqhFiMNyAz5AVtTBI_ZTOK_h8ku7h-3TiKQfynI_ra0YAcGRLUE1-ZV7CYin7NJamk-TiV0vfahVRWORmvuLi36gZdTJRk/s400/naples13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114579515559546098" /></a>When people live on the top floor and somebody comes along for a delivery, they let down the basket to avoid having to go up and down all the narrow stairs.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322800334630480560.post-30128347257908782482007-09-25T13:05:00.000-05:002008-12-08T19:42:12.979-05:00Italian Streets, Italian Alleys, Part II<div align="justify">Yet, Italy is the place for motorcycles.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN7qGIBrwJUvhJuVGwKrg7wQdqsJ5JxWxHM8R_HKMPja3nOuXgznE-Qk-k7t5MQ4Xsx2CbdOZgapasqUt26a8XYVl1JGVfLDWNAq2Iq9mP3IOQCXcivLLqFBzFZuvCx3J8rHEAzivOeRz2/s1600-h/naples3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN7qGIBrwJUvhJuVGwKrg7wQdqsJ5JxWxHM8R_HKMPja3nOuXgznE-Qk-k7t5MQ4Xsx2CbdOZgapasqUt26a8XYVl1JGVfLDWNAq2Iq9mP3IOQCXcivLLqFBzFZuvCx3J8rHEAzivOeRz2/s400/naples3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114206536304594146" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjob3wLJDh5Mtezct2m_gd7Yx0jSrH136auZGMxUIF6Y9MOUnA7I_YGgojeYdtqNv3NJ6fcOAHx1J-w0LD4zwZapg8fpV9NOPf09dc9Y-2_VqywiTENZ6hUFeDvGamiqRTczGloqilGThiK/s1600-h/naples5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjob3wLJDh5Mtezct2m_gd7Yx0jSrH136auZGMxUIF6Y9MOUnA7I_YGgojeYdtqNv3NJ6fcOAHx1J-w0LD4zwZapg8fpV9NOPf09dc9Y-2_VqywiTENZ6hUFeDvGamiqRTczGloqilGThiK/s400/naples5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114206377390804178" /></a>You will stumble upon them all over, especially in the cities.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGQYTHw9nc_AI7UuB7993JwBmz7uiLOkNFk6YWcoR2bSCexrSfIzBctd0lvTV5TVgrnX4rw54hCWUSDmygTlfurJSHADjDyiWHSRDBZGdd9I7r-1LpDBAgBe3FMXLSWe3NhXizQ_us7kvG/s1600-h/naples2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGQYTHw9nc_AI7UuB7993JwBmz7uiLOkNFk6YWcoR2bSCexrSfIzBctd0lvTV5TVgrnX4rw54hCWUSDmygTlfurJSHADjDyiWHSRDBZGdd9I7r-1LpDBAgBe3FMXLSWe3NhXizQ_us7kvG/s400/naples2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114205557052050626" /></a>You’ll find they’re also used for all transportation needs.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaTDQqv_svxMK55ZHfdmWyw-92ntbaT7yRYIVKXW9aZ99bBuyfDGCghm7_xjzr-zGhwa7mgUFLzpKF4VPblYD7RLSVJr80X6-5BOURk6HMna2a-zaefVP9pM6DJRNTwQPFnFXBW3OoECdP/s1600-h/chair.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaTDQqv_svxMK55ZHfdmWyw-92ntbaT7yRYIVKXW9aZ99bBuyfDGCghm7_xjzr-zGhwa7mgUFLzpKF4VPblYD7RLSVJr80X6-5BOURk6HMna2a-zaefVP9pM6DJRNTwQPFnFXBW3OoECdP/s400/chair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114205342303685810" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322800334630480560.post-59305358480756959972007-09-24T13:51:00.000-05:002008-12-08T19:42:13.827-05:00Italian Streets, Italian Alleys, Part I<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY7jzpHV0e2GcMCQ2EfeHvFLTlWvtHVrDSFxS4yFPjtc2OsgRcl8gFOF2VuCZGeWmgCdMfhh2KTpUANJ5CUuJZLyxdjfcRFWI9uDkI_jomrqf2KgvKGBGix1UznLSrgrNgu3MPRiS86sCi/s1600-h/alley6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY7jzpHV0e2GcMCQ2EfeHvFLTlWvtHVrDSFxS4yFPjtc2OsgRcl8gFOF2VuCZGeWmgCdMfhh2KTpUANJ5CUuJZLyxdjfcRFWI9uDkI_jomrqf2KgvKGBGix1UznLSrgrNgu3MPRiS86sCi/s400/alley6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113848039679364258" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMi_ZvE14Q47kMY3CuuHPFJqPa6sokgxJHBtVZ3awakN-SFAg4T5Liyqt0VeL3EWtrgjVa-LsC46OPwwzxfd0yooSyiR3Ynw0a-A9i5xaz2hUt-WboVBe8cDNBCXWJVqwQ6S8GXHBsALoO/s1600-h/alley5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMi_ZvE14Q47kMY3CuuHPFJqPa6sokgxJHBtVZ3awakN-SFAg4T5Liyqt0VeL3EWtrgjVa-LsC46OPwwzxfd0yooSyiR3Ynw0a-A9i5xaz2hUt-WboVBe8cDNBCXWJVqwQ6S8GXHBsALoO/s400/alley5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113847854995770514" /></a><div align="justify">Many cities are built on top of mountains and hills. It means that there is limited space. Streets are therefore very often very narrow and cannot be taken by car or motorcycle.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUWYyV39UJJuEruxOOlce7btTVRZCg2zdHEklCeBrI3__skXCcM5EvgK3b-WkRWDaMFbCKUmI9YrvEhrkHPaKQWUW15d2aszZRTgwe-CP-7Gg4zYsUzzVspe3bJQCjdIkRefXKjqeArBYk/s1600-h/alley4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUWYyV39UJJuEruxOOlce7btTVRZCg2zdHEklCeBrI3__skXCcM5EvgK3b-WkRWDaMFbCKUmI9YrvEhrkHPaKQWUW15d2aszZRTgwe-CP-7Gg4zYsUzzVspe3bJQCjdIkRefXKjqeArBYk/s400/alley4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113846691059633282" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0RLLolDEhVfWlh6C5TEkXGeZT-MzGvSpMzr61VRF5thyitKLCYyeGI6s5oHyLrwtPGHKZPPBGZn4wWTiqExlJdr5kQp11YXkkWNKI6ri8jbp8xIM0DVd6402Fhbm8DcrfedpNmEj_amFa/s1600-h/alley3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0RLLolDEhVfWlh6C5TEkXGeZT-MzGvSpMzr61VRF5thyitKLCYyeGI6s5oHyLrwtPGHKZPPBGZn4wWTiqExlJdr5kQp11YXkkWNKI6ri8jbp8xIM0DVd6402Fhbm8DcrfedpNmEj_amFa/s400/alley3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113846480606235762" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiilWVL9xiecxH289XlVlts7S1F2yKeyD8He7qDCuhS7MoqP4vuRD-0_Uhysin50dDDe7btO4x9p02G-jaRF-LIiqxdq4Nqf0U4fCAGfLFJS4gyKN8aCnYQTpCTUDqcHP_8uVenIxdYEv3w/s1600-h/alley1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiilWVL9xiecxH289XlVlts7S1F2yKeyD8He7qDCuhS7MoqP4vuRD-0_Uhysin50dDDe7btO4x9p02G-jaRF-LIiqxdq4Nqf0U4fCAGfLFJS4gyKN8aCnYQTpCTUDqcHP_8uVenIxdYEv3w/s400/alley1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113846334577347682" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322800334630480560.post-67234254346275674822007-09-19T15:51:00.000-05:002008-12-08T19:42:14.216-05:00Matera<div align="justify">We visited Matera. <br /><br />Matera is a very old town where the people used to live in caves. Matera is built on top of the ridge now, but in the old days the people lived below the city inside the mountain. They had a complete city including churches, shops, houses and water containers, all dug out of the rocks.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0GRnj5ngVtbPZJyHIi2j5JGNsiP85C6_MC1BiLURP_7wS7DY9HWYwnR0u8gMqijadbs9zRqX3IYgU7ZvKMvEo_njCqUCqMFUbv_NtHXFn2yq9xfkxuBsVYgWaAIn5QRRufNkuS9fgFgav/s1600-h/matera.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0GRnj5ngVtbPZJyHIi2j5JGNsiP85C6_MC1BiLURP_7wS7DY9HWYwnR0u8gMqijadbs9zRqX3IYgU7ZvKMvEo_njCqUCqMFUbv_NtHXFn2yq9xfkxuBsVYgWaAIn5QRRufNkuS9fgFgav/s400/matera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112021612594372994" /></a>We went in with someone who was involved with the restoration of the caves.<br /><br />Years ago a politician came by to visit the place and he was shocked by the sight of people still living there. He passed a law that forbade people to live in the caves any longer. Soon the caves were abandoned. They even disposed of the water that had filled the containers for centuries. <br /><br />After they realized that they also had something very valuable in their midst, they went back to restore the caves. When they tried to fill up the fresh water containers again, they found out that the water was disappearing into the stone as quickly as it was poured in. After a study they found out that the people who had built the caves used some kind of egg-white with which they treated the walls of the water containers, so they would be watertight. Now they are trying to restore even that. <br /><br />Some people even went back into the caves because they didn’t like living in houses on top of the ridge.<br /><br />During the period in which the caves were abandoned, thieves came along to chop out the faces of centuries-old frescos. Now they are behind bars.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz1FFoa_qbcChlhiC4KqErsqEMa0NHEKmHnPIlos-lTJdPVhP5FszvGbFWfYzilWON9AAyxOBz6hj91ObhXCqeyNKtislNIyVlZ1eO2YukgC6XkC0osJcp-DZjr_u1vgvYYr_p2A8N1H7v/s1600-h/fresco1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz1FFoa_qbcChlhiC4KqErsqEMa0NHEKmHnPIlos-lTJdPVhP5FszvGbFWfYzilWON9AAyxOBz6hj91ObhXCqeyNKtislNIyVlZ1eO2YukgC6XkC0osJcp-DZjr_u1vgvYYr_p2A8N1H7v/s320/fresco1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112022772235542930" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4AnnEU81Qhhs4Jvkzn1T8Te-fRkxioR8oH08Jg-C6_nfIT5-ZHaDAp6G3aueDdVIrQI5zIU_HrxsA99ccRfieCZHhpWN7aokLjI2FyJaffWNVdD2-15VoMvbpz20pBVS8TQimYLo9Wkcu/s1600-h/fresco2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4AnnEU81Qhhs4Jvkzn1T8Te-fRkxioR8oH08Jg-C6_nfIT5-ZHaDAp6G3aueDdVIrQI5zIU_HrxsA99ccRfieCZHhpWN7aokLjI2FyJaffWNVdD2-15VoMvbpz20pBVS8TQimYLo9Wkcu/s320/fresco2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112023012753711522" /></a>In the lower picture you can see how they have been carving off the surface in order to take out the entire face of this fresco.<br /><br />This place was also the setting for the last scene of the Mel Gibson movie <i>The Passion Of The Christ</i>.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322800334630480560.post-30772222508563543262007-09-19T15:47:00.000-05:002008-12-08T19:42:14.447-05:00A Man And His Horse<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAU1Cav9WSj9KU9jwDg7fYD-EizvWJLltyQ8hv-SPfKNUzgIJ1XZzqeIHMycRNK33enAwr-Hkif15CwlhuJ_4LeDTncDU6PP6pp_2uwpCY37VNRdbW0gjyyPMvnWFGqW87koSfjomAhR5h/s1600-h/horsefarmer.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAU1Cav9WSj9KU9jwDg7fYD-EizvWJLltyQ8hv-SPfKNUzgIJ1XZzqeIHMycRNK33enAwr-Hkif15CwlhuJ_4LeDTncDU6PP6pp_2uwpCY37VNRdbW0gjyyPMvnWFGqW87koSfjomAhR5h/s400/horsefarmer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112020268269609314" /></a><div align="justify">At the end of this leg of the trip, we even met a farmer who lived in the same space as his horse did. The farmhouse was just one big space and in the back there was a second level where the man slept and the stable for the horse was underneath his bed.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP_HXdGt3Nei12eKA2cV9tggxzROEP3Rck5g474ymdzUedHdAUAlYj8VjuglyLekgyr-XLg8szt3Bf6u3Mnyeal_Yvf0H9BfZPpv_f32PNraOgMkCrb3xkFq93ijw1xSFF11lUM5tf9IHD/s1600-h/horsefarmer2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP_HXdGt3Nei12eKA2cV9tggxzROEP3Rck5g474ymdzUedHdAUAlYj8VjuglyLekgyr-XLg8szt3Bf6u3Mnyeal_Yvf0H9BfZPpv_f32PNraOgMkCrb3xkFq93ijw1xSFF11lUM5tf9IHD/s400/horsefarmer2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112020418593464690" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322800334630480560.post-36971134974924189702007-09-18T10:32:00.000-05:002008-12-08T19:42:14.942-05:00Free Range<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdNxM6GIIYx5hz7Ppgljx_rYUjy5raqAZgPlmfOa_Q2ekJeh_EDt2pKFEL17dg9eHBDiIpGtdwACGdGtcj-WDmCIqgo6Cin4oKNpPHZtYBqVg8T0Lkcytm5xHQ4X1ut7YGnY1FF8lFNEbY/s1600-h/cowmountain.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdNxM6GIIYx5hz7Ppgljx_rYUjy5raqAZgPlmfOa_Q2ekJeh_EDt2pKFEL17dg9eHBDiIpGtdwACGdGtcj-WDmCIqgo6Cin4oKNpPHZtYBqVg8T0Lkcytm5xHQ4X1ut7YGnY1FF8lFNEbY/s400/cowmountain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111570167768967762" /></a><div align="justify">Another thing that struck me was the fact that farmers here would still have all their animals walking free and amongst each other. On the premises you would find cows, pigs, chickens, geese, dogs and cats all walking loose. Even in Portugal and Spain you would not find such circumstances. European rules strictly forbid this because of fear for diseases.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWi8b9oHPBsdcn8P7EPKEwySSyFA7G547CEIXMG6SMSfr12Pb4o-oUrAp44ga1vdE9HD3eNsMkOkRWhsV76m3ACrYKNrlhKTsipRFNtnDM3XzN0ocivosIw5wPJHw7_CdxcVrZbxoJSVdx/s1600-h/horse2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWi8b9oHPBsdcn8P7EPKEwySSyFA7G547CEIXMG6SMSfr12Pb4o-oUrAp44ga1vdE9HD3eNsMkOkRWhsV76m3ACrYKNrlhKTsipRFNtnDM3XzN0ocivosIw5wPJHw7_CdxcVrZbxoJSVdx/s400/horse2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111570588675762802" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7OhaGs6Cejvy-R6BaFM3bg6JohxDXDLqjh8YMiGbxqXMA6k7XeSqe_9wiWIOXGmI3qOtn7Oe0TM9oq54uqRkb_aeZ9lNSr8tRFyLrYEtmam8T28Mohipy1i5zwydNTeG7DAlY03D-o5Z-/s1600-h/farm5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7OhaGs6Cejvy-R6BaFM3bg6JohxDXDLqjh8YMiGbxqXMA6k7XeSqe_9wiWIOXGmI3qOtn7Oe0TM9oq54uqRkb_aeZ9lNSr8tRFyLrYEtmam8T28Mohipy1i5zwydNTeG7DAlY03D-o5Z-/s400/farm5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111570421172038242" /></a>I wonder why this is still the case here in the south of Italy. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that the “Slow Food” organization finds its roots in Italy. I don’t know. Italians are the people that value true taste more than any other European and they try to hold on to their “appellation” as no one else.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHoOhf4C4zfPuhZRWc1GBXe8_FIXjQsyHbSM3316XV2iFe5BY23YqSe0Y00RPEIMoV0eBbxnAophn1kxvyNzG_01ttFjLUDA49-RdCBZBvwsAx8cCbfQWGc9A4sb6tJAVFkTvr6l1dKhwi/s1600-h/chickens.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHoOhf4C4zfPuhZRWc1GBXe8_FIXjQsyHbSM3316XV2iFe5BY23YqSe0Y00RPEIMoV0eBbxnAophn1kxvyNzG_01ttFjLUDA49-RdCBZBvwsAx8cCbfQWGc9A4sb6tJAVFkTvr6l1dKhwi/s400/chickens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111570867848637058" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322800334630480560.post-29374961896776969062007-09-17T14:42:00.000-05:002008-12-08T19:42:15.054-05:00Bare Sand<div align="justify">The countryside of Italy is something special. We have traveled through tracts of land that were totally abandoned. I’m talking miles and miles. There was one part that used to be the biggest grain producing area of Italy that now lies fallow.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh74hftn9cMRP4_02rDLJK8MWUQKe-CaBbsR7gDczsyOvDgBp7Fw_yJVgGJcxefZa70SHh9Uo4oWy7-R8nkIPteO_Yatdqzo-ewVPJcpC_ZzaTiMgYDeqWR6_XQB-tuFXBiTG57oOwNSzX9/s1600-h/Landscape.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh74hftn9cMRP4_02rDLJK8MWUQKe-CaBbsR7gDczsyOvDgBp7Fw_yJVgGJcxefZa70SHh9Uo4oWy7-R8nkIPteO_Yatdqzo-ewVPJcpC_ZzaTiMgYDeqWR6_XQB-tuFXBiTG57oOwNSzX9/s400/Landscape.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111261561483848258" /></a>All villages had been abandoned and the fields were bare sand.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322800334630480560.post-39072883853449596802007-09-13T11:59:00.000-05:002008-12-08T19:42:15.492-05:00Fishermen, And A Statue By The Sea<div align="justify">In the fishing town local fishermen were working on their nets and a nearby statue reminds of the ones that were taken by the sea.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoOR9mJnQ1lB392Ro86nrosWiGumAyEGk1mk2Fqopru1k8f-G5q1hmPBvuj3vuOP2-fxjbfFDzj8OILyx-a2kyC3WLzCbq7z3zrJYiZrHSDcqZJanS4OVS7op2qETnNlSiwDTra9cDBP3Z/s1600-h/fisherman.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoOR9mJnQ1lB392Ro86nrosWiGumAyEGk1mk2Fqopru1k8f-G5q1hmPBvuj3vuOP2-fxjbfFDzj8OILyx-a2kyC3WLzCbq7z3zrJYiZrHSDcqZJanS4OVS7op2qETnNlSiwDTra9cDBP3Z/s400/fisherman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109761187673434674" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4cyMQDIbQ1NWTwqqVprf4pQJaEQD3cEZUmtS4zPQoC70VYQ_cy1nb5DdXUDJSUA2W03LR42RdFG-VrYRCUqRRuQs67nttul6XYdidkdG3lbVUUKdNGZ50_8nPvYv3OXhRgwV_iO1z1H1l/s1600-h/rockface.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4cyMQDIbQ1NWTwqqVprf4pQJaEQD3cEZUmtS4zPQoC70VYQ_cy1nb5DdXUDJSUA2W03LR42RdFG-VrYRCUqRRuQs67nttul6XYdidkdG3lbVUUKdNGZ50_8nPvYv3OXhRgwV_iO1z1H1l/s400/rockface.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109760775356574242" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVDYqt0-ngcfzDgWztJknc5FR4SVXEUkYvxHcpweozGjmC0scF25GBa9sl1CONwQ97HN3Kd77_OTSOcI9mHtV7P1gecND5QjPvBeMkaX7Cq1Ybza7VfAe3kJJE60fNdjP33pV36ijh8Hu5/s1600-h/fremountain2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVDYqt0-ngcfzDgWztJknc5FR4SVXEUkYvxHcpweozGjmC0scF25GBa9sl1CONwQ97HN3Kd77_OTSOcI9mHtV7P1gecND5QjPvBeMkaX7Cq1Ybza7VfAe3kJJE60fNdjP33pV36ijh8Hu5/s400/fremountain2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109760388809517586" /></a>Like in Spain where I tried to find authentic fishermen’s houses, here too they were gone. The seaside always generates more money than the countryside. Therefore the people on the coast have more money; they renovate their houses well before the farmers do.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322800334630480560.post-15114028037499505342007-09-12T11:24:00.000-05:002008-12-08T19:42:16.581-05:00Italian Marble<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN73XG2Jtd033bWrJYUOfhD00PVCx79jc56DYhSl2FYOMybZTC40q8Sc9kjn0CxSeZg33RRzBv6FlrBsmIaoL6anJCM-xF0urdZYZd4W0ojRHCWIErFcBkVmH2eMU4DSjRc1bJtVeFwnly/s1600-h/pyramid1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN73XG2Jtd033bWrJYUOfhD00PVCx79jc56DYhSl2FYOMybZTC40q8Sc9kjn0CxSeZg33RRzBv6FlrBsmIaoL6anJCM-xF0urdZYZd4W0ojRHCWIErFcBkVmH2eMU4DSjRc1bJtVeFwnly/s400/pyramid1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109382508996880882" /></a><div align="justify">Marble is extracted from nearby quarries; the road that went past them had all these marble pyramids by the side.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGZqzoNhvxxqu1IbF1qg6Wzvi3dtsGIwGhazDkeeVI7WUZFaOeg0Ih6GmWmcD2DGOAbaq6WyDCw8gQO7si8bOdv5QJ3WK5j_P2FIwuB2bR0y5KVW64ZMOz_HG9wxvNNdY4YSb3gq52mNhL/s1600-h/pyramid2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGZqzoNhvxxqu1IbF1qg6Wzvi3dtsGIwGhazDkeeVI7WUZFaOeg0Ih6GmWmcD2DGOAbaq6WyDCw8gQO7si8bOdv5QJ3WK5j_P2FIwuB2bR0y5KVW64ZMOz_HG9wxvNNdY4YSb3gq52mNhL/s400/pyramid2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109382732335180290" /></a>These little mountains were built from the pieces of rock that would have to be dug out before reaching the actual marble. In Belgium and Germany (even in the far south of Holland) you will find similar heaps of earth where they used to dig for coal. They are the remains of years of work underground.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_CMLRazCD46xiLnmTv-K3nTmr3g5OTncVULBUH52bFaXoE2gaT8pwRmjF4eV14h3GIX40XrRXdjvX8gU91LtjYoun6D0KttKuMXGK9-RN22stdvrpNnjWOwylsa31Carqn_olaKzEimRs/s1600-h/marble1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_CMLRazCD46xiLnmTv-K3nTmr3g5OTncVULBUH52bFaXoE2gaT8pwRmjF4eV14h3GIX40XrRXdjvX8gU91LtjYoun6D0KttKuMXGK9-RN22stdvrpNnjWOwylsa31Carqn_olaKzEimRs/s400/marble1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109382307133417954" /></a>The marble is a typical Italian product and you will find it back all over the country in houses, castles and churches and cathedrals. Like in Naples:</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7zabIoFv4hgAF5-3N4K54Si8s86qIac3BUFnQF7EkbiL1Dr3mDBy_cyEUrJREmT4oWMmoz25Ox8GbL1WPoxiVeYGsENc4qxafchIEOsSa26dFug3_m5lWpUdEMnGolCDaDJgbuEakv6YH/s1600-h/marble2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7zabIoFv4hgAF5-3N4K54Si8s86qIac3BUFnQF7EkbiL1Dr3mDBy_cyEUrJREmT4oWMmoz25Ox8GbL1WPoxiVeYGsENc4qxafchIEOsSa26dFug3_m5lWpUdEMnGolCDaDJgbuEakv6YH/s400/marble2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109381959241066962" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_wabfnD8-AInNUpF36Jb2F42FLgqn1WLDOJwCyLR2M22n7qlq9A8T9Qkd5i1-1RS57OEKAgJ-Gyr9MEbeD924SCELjBOSb5gQZTYX8QXa09j0tJ6YFR2ANJfaQ8xuJZUsQ3Otx4PR-j-w/s1600-h/marble3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_wabfnD8-AInNUpF36Jb2F42FLgqn1WLDOJwCyLR2M22n7qlq9A8T9Qkd5i1-1RS57OEKAgJ-Gyr9MEbeD924SCELjBOSb5gQZTYX8QXa09j0tJ6YFR2ANJfaQ8xuJZUsQ3Otx4PR-j-w/s400/marble3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109381607053748674" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322800334630480560.post-11678467021973805952007-09-11T10:03:00.001-05:002008-12-08T19:42:17.026-05:00Shopping Cars<div align="justify">We didn’t stay in Apricena, but we went to a small hotel in a nearby village.<br /><br />The very first morning when I woke up I heard the voice through a loudspeaker in the streets. I went out to have a look and I saw this car driving around with all his merchandise on top of the car. It was a driving fashion shop. <br /><br />Like I had seen in France here too most of the shops had disappeared from the villages and traveling salesmen were appearing in the streets to sell their merchandise. Soon after this one there came a fisherman, a butcher, a greengrocer, and a car that sold all kinds of stuff you might need—a small grocery car.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_2Mh1-y84GhVH-xvuyWr81jfc1ZPe3MWUuEVwIYs_SJKXAngLU6l0XbubAD3dvtK79K-0L_G8RngYIlKVyL2hhaN4Yf-rwk4k5zV1UpOdpkVqI3AxMEaAIJ7KZQwuvsW3ymulPs0AWhEC/s1600-h/clothingcar1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_2Mh1-y84GhVH-xvuyWr81jfc1ZPe3MWUuEVwIYs_SJKXAngLU6l0XbubAD3dvtK79K-0L_G8RngYIlKVyL2hhaN4Yf-rwk4k5zV1UpOdpkVqI3AxMEaAIJ7KZQwuvsW3ymulPs0AWhEC/s400/clothingcar1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108963256442689746" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSyJunMuy4CF83Hd_ubjxhH9hWomMxkOmz6AmuJJMLDcbEfLSUmtXNSiyltsoP8YKWDaGeNJGN4KPHRNb0pQipBK3iCoa0h1Myet5wpECItqI2E4-QqiFcJZn5Tac0ADHGqMklgpOh4yP3/s1600-h/clothingcar2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSyJunMuy4CF83Hd_ubjxhH9hWomMxkOmz6AmuJJMLDcbEfLSUmtXNSiyltsoP8YKWDaGeNJGN4KPHRNb0pQipBK3iCoa0h1Myet5wpECItqI2E4-QqiFcJZn5Tac0ADHGqMklgpOh4yP3/s400/clothingcar2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108963058874194114" /></a>Soon after, we had to change hotels, and ended up on the coast. Here we found one of the few hotels still open (it was late in the season). The place was packed with hunters who partied until late and woke up way before the sun would rise. The hotel was of the kind that had all stone and marble walls and floors that make for tremendous noise; you would hear literally every noise that was produced. You could hear your neighbor snore, wheeze, and cough.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322800334630480560.post-28378575961596079932007-09-10T08:19:00.000-05:002008-12-08T19:42:17.369-05:00Italy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc-1NOEHEOR7GQGyOwn3m4Jqme99QOJxdHLQE2R675QVSYNPf-a5UVGCfAv0fiI5gqvDtOyuFNsTbcf-RzGfVwBfnUvSyv48eHf2MGyn3FXzXsJgq4YVKwd4NYDXKVzZ__IFjHLEEgT5WH/s1600-h/mountain.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc-1NOEHEOR7GQGyOwn3m4Jqme99QOJxdHLQE2R675QVSYNPf-a5UVGCfAv0fiI5gqvDtOyuFNsTbcf-RzGfVwBfnUvSyv48eHf2MGyn3FXzXsJgq4YVKwd4NYDXKVzZ__IFjHLEEgT5WH/s400/mountain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108564769376966818" /></a><div align="justify">I toured Italy with Frederique, a young radio journalist who had studied there for two years. She had her way of dealing with the Italians and her way worked just fine for me. We flew to Naples and rode off for a two-week journey; that was all the time she could make free for me. I thought that could be enough and Frederique set her mind to find me at least 30 good places.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn32bVCeCrlEk_VeeUWV77dP-0-sUnYdmwYWcI5iZgQ1XOKdcyA3PzfH-LEPnlnFzO077Qj0LIT0kctkXMQUsBKe_sCd9-XoI3qjKR7QZ1GmZ5puXSGLiL-yryt-jy_2YetKNEzZFXjsKJ/s1600-h/fre.mountain.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn32bVCeCrlEk_VeeUWV77dP-0-sUnYdmwYWcI5iZgQ1XOKdcyA3PzfH-LEPnlnFzO077Qj0LIT0kctkXMQUsBKe_sCd9-XoI3qjKR7QZ1GmZ5puXSGLiL-yryt-jy_2YetKNEzZFXjsKJ/s400/fre.mountain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108565984852711602" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322800334630480560.post-33426348780411708032007-08-10T10:47:00.001-05:002008-12-08T19:42:17.601-05:00Cribyn, Part IV<div align="justify">Here you can see some modern conveniences coexisting with such an ancient shell.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgasr3_44fh0TrN26Bh8vqtOVBKRipW1qlpC3szeBFnnNyCgkBBnryr7oLmLXyzqYqdJpFxCfhh0jk2J4Cg_u8tkwPdujhgCt4MDKlUixsrfLuv8-NV57OoJ0lsdoW6ukoRAXuA1YZmAdsS/s1600-h/cribyn5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgasr3_44fh0TrN26Bh8vqtOVBKRipW1qlpC3szeBFnnNyCgkBBnryr7oLmLXyzqYqdJpFxCfhh0jk2J4Cg_u8tkwPdujhgCt4MDKlUixsrfLuv8-NV57OoJ0lsdoW6ukoRAXuA1YZmAdsS/s400/cribyn5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097099275478082418" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbuP4h-74qs4ZvIvRaGKKtyPgjCJ3QfwEDEKVHQ_zI_Pbzjbeawpi3sCj4N0noAXc9kS3ARzpBh6AkbqnHL5hHvZakWeid18EXr1gKWRfebeI6bBpIfMd5OqosjsT7FiIv4zpqyE_4jr5J/s1600-h/cribyn10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbuP4h-74qs4ZvIvRaGKKtyPgjCJ3QfwEDEKVHQ_zI_Pbzjbeawpi3sCj4N0noAXc9kS3ARzpBh6AkbqnHL5hHvZakWeid18EXr1gKWRfebeI6bBpIfMd5OqosjsT7FiIv4zpqyE_4jr5J/s400/cribyn10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097099168103900002" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322800334630480560.post-26272773683443560572007-08-08T10:19:00.000-05:002008-12-08T19:42:17.862-05:00Cribyn, Part III<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD62fPl6Rms5sIa4wCfWkDZTkxpj6fvIhd2X9_3a2q925LjC2lABs1H8_M70dXny67x85FqZY0sONO3TRiRhacMQPRTQvpvbW05_tBRUHCb2FjcZSI5JDZ7RqikcjvjqowoE2dW-z8il5v/s1600-h/cribyn7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD62fPl6Rms5sIa4wCfWkDZTkxpj6fvIhd2X9_3a2q925LjC2lABs1H8_M70dXny67x85FqZY0sONO3TRiRhacMQPRTQvpvbW05_tBRUHCb2FjcZSI5JDZ7RqikcjvjqowoE2dW-z8il5v/s400/cribyn7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096350061382968146" /></a><div align="justify">Another photo from Cribyn; here you can begin to see how simply constructed the roof and walls are--again, just tree trunks and heather, loam and straw.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322800334630480560.post-66943958981427096642007-08-07T15:37:00.000-05:002008-12-08T19:42:17.959-05:00Cribyn, Part II<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigVyBuaOAQJj24AQ17IqJPNLHvr92PM_vgR3ugyEF0Bj-1heX7iVZR9Fhcf_xZr4YDOnB2Ohh2fBX3G75tbmuNzJGYwgVnirk8CNIeQippkBjtuq6uSo4Kv8sNcmvB5KNB7fqY7yraayTu/s1600-h/cribyn8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigVyBuaOAQJj24AQ17IqJPNLHvr92PM_vgR3ugyEF0Bj-1heX7iVZR9Fhcf_xZr4YDOnB2Ohh2fBX3G75tbmuNzJGYwgVnirk8CNIeQippkBjtuq6uSo4Kv8sNcmvB5KNB7fqY7yraayTu/s400/cribyn8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096060812515451714" /></a><div align="justify">Another photo from the home in Cribyn.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322800334630480560.post-78391219785822876752007-08-06T15:13:00.000-05:002008-12-08T19:42:18.044-05:00Cribyn, Part I<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1EWZV4BJHXY5pQUZoQTENj6U2j-YmTlXhkzrInsJoJ3_gZY6D4Dkf295eoNqIlzGHCr8-XOp0zV9ieN_7Rqii2fCOz1lwSZgbe_tw9sW8C2HphkAlcu0HKfJOYM_wwNSI6zCLBDBMjeaD/s1600-h/cribyn12.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1EWZV4BJHXY5pQUZoQTENj6U2j-YmTlXhkzrInsJoJ3_gZY6D4Dkf295eoNqIlzGHCr8-XOp0zV9ieN_7Rqii2fCOz1lwSZgbe_tw9sW8C2HphkAlcu0HKfJOYM_wwNSI6zCLBDBMjeaD/s400/cribyn12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095683538293203762" /></a><div align="justify">One great household in particular was one we were shown in Cribyn. Here we found a father and son living in a house more than four centuries old, built out of loam and straw. The roof was made of tree trunks, the holes filled up with heather. It was completely authentic. <br /><br />They slept together on the upper floor and they allowed me to go up there and take some pictures. It was amazing to see how such a house still served its purpose. Everything was still functioning as it was always meant to be, despite the extreme old age. The son told me that the year before they wanted to tear down a piece of a wall that no longer served a purpose. We are talking about a simple loam and straw wall, but it still took him the whole day to get it down. <br /><br />It was as hard as a rock.<br /><br /><i>Over the week, more photographs of this cabin will be posted. Next week a series on my visit to Italy will begin.</i></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322800334630480560.post-33554618775406310852007-07-31T15:28:00.001-05:002008-12-08T19:42:18.233-05:00Good Men And True<div align="justify">In Wales, we found a shepherd named Erwyd Howells. He seemed to be the right guy to takes us around and point out the interesting places. He knew all about the region's history, and actually even wrote a book about it which was due to be published, titled <i>Good Men and True</i>.<br /><br />At first, he didn't understand what we wanted and he brought us to the wrong places. You could tell that he felt uncomfortable but nevertheless he managed to show us a few good sites. <br /><br />The very next day he was busy and couldn't do anything for us. He had to slaughter two lambs for another shepherd. But the following day he called us up and told us that he had figured it out. Suddenly, he had a whole lot of other places that he wanted to show to us. This is something that happens often. Once someone starts thinking about the whole subject, thoughts keep coming. In the end, you will have seen everything that could be of interest for you.<br /><br />Erwyd enjoyed the ride through the Welsh countryside next to me and the talks with all his acquaintances. In the end we managed to collect a great series of Welsh households.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixbSlxZg7FgMoaKpxHk3T7nBnziLy2ApfZNrDzAqZN98q0PdPAcDOGGWOkTURaPTfrqger7iDbMaqI6cHWFoi2nR4U7hGz5aNHFvwqL5vti3oOJF5l7A8UG_e0rEhUQIkI2o-fzM9lXh1Y/s1600-h/moor.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixbSlxZg7FgMoaKpxHk3T7nBnziLy2ApfZNrDzAqZN98q0PdPAcDOGGWOkTURaPTfrqger7iDbMaqI6cHWFoi2nR4U7hGz5aNHFvwqL5vti3oOJF5l7A8UG_e0rEhUQIkI2o-fzM9lXh1Y/s400/moor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093460978616869666" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322800334630480560.post-72875923383482527832007-07-26T16:20:00.000-05:002008-12-08T19:42:18.350-05:00Achaglachgach<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDE_5rM6m3r0j3JuRCyIfuuEfbi4aqIFk2V0gNk0p49VGN6bnKtL8W2I5HTXQUKNnQmRFaILJF198EFL991UFBPAPf6Hza_iNBVCdaTB9P_zJ6MhjVl8NOpuQ69G_wcUw4CH011FJMdWrx/s1600-h/glove.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDE_5rM6m3r0j3JuRCyIfuuEfbi4aqIFk2V0gNk0p49VGN6bnKtL8W2I5HTXQUKNnQmRFaILJF198EFL991UFBPAPf6Hza_iNBVCdaTB9P_zJ6MhjVl8NOpuQ69G_wcUw4CH011FJMdWrx/s400/glove.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091619021762437906" /></a><div align="justify">The names of the villages and families are difficult to understand and to pronounce.<br /><br />In Wales, we found ourselves in a completely different country. Once we were there, we went to see our first contact, an old lady who lived in a lovely place in one of the valleys east of Aberystwyth. We were talking to her in English as she got a phone call. It clearly was from somebody in the neighborhood, and they spoke in their native language: the old Gaelic.<br /><br />Nothing to understand here. But absolutely nothing.<br /><br />I have also experienced this in parts of France, where there are still people who speak this same language. It is one of the oldest European languages and it was common all along the coast, from Galicia in Spain’s northwest, all the way up to Normandy; across the North Sea to the south of England around the corner to Wales; again across the Irish Sea to the South of Ireland. This land was part of the mainland before the last Ice Age.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2