Cuisine

This is not a food blog; let me clarify that right here. I should also mention that I have seen WAY too many Facebook pictures of people’s food. The problem I find with most of them is that the food often looks like what to avoid at a restaurant rather than something that makes me salivate and check my watch to see how close dinner is. I’m not a “food photographer” but when something looks delectable there’s usually a camera close by.

I never drank coffee until my honeymoon. We were in Rome Italy and the waiter offered us an espresso after our meal. Trying to appear as an accomplished world traveler I agreed. Turns out, I love espresso. I usually order one after a nice meal whenever I am out, and I’m actually a little saddened if the waitress offers a coffee instead. Thinking back to that first tiny cup of vibrancy, I wonder about the decision. I wanted to experience Italy. I wanted to see it, hear it, and embrace its wonders. I wanted to taste it like an Italian would after a grand meal. It changed my life, that little cup of joy. Many of the foods I eat here in the states taste very different when prepared far from home. The seasonings, the soil, the latitude, and the government regulations all influence fine food, so when I travel, I try to soak up the local cuisine. Places known for their palettes often light up tastebuds I never knew I had. So don’t forget to dazzle all your senses when you travel.

The Paris Opera House

I wrote about the opulence of the entrance to the opera house in Paris a few days ago, so I felt I owed you a picture. Imagine what it must have been like to attend the opera centuries ago. I would liken it to going to see a new blockbuster at the cinema, but that wouldn’t do it justice. There were no multiplexes with twenty choices of operas, no air conditioning, no texting. It was an event! Going to the opera was something for which you dressed up. Elegant ladies and refined gentlemen would see great works played before them for hours. They could lose their imaginations in stories of far off places, valiant heroes, and magical fantasies. This was their escape from the everyday drudgery. The opera was like fresh air blown into the soul to resuscitate its passion.

​Grand Entrance to the Paris Opera House

Photoshop had to work hard on this picture, it's actually an eight photo panorama.​

After Dark

Cities change at night. Sometimes for the worse, but sometimes for the better. Often you have to search for the highlights. Paris comes alive at night with lights. The Eiffel Tower flashes with glittering golden lights each hour and some of the other wonders of Paris shine when the Sun goes down. We only made it out around the city once after dark to do some photography work. The other evenings fine cuisine and French wine made it impossible to think about anything except hailing a taxi without demonstrating how tasty that wine was after a third or fourth glass.

Obviously being safe when you’re traveling is of primary importance, but if you can, get out and explore your temporary home after dusk. Some of the wonders seen during the day are quite beautiful and very different after dark.

Under the Stairs

The entrance to the opera house in Paris is grand, as is the entrance to most theaters, but that’s not our subject for today. When a person attends the opera in Paris he/she enters to an opulent view of majesty and culture. Art abounds at every turn. Craftsmanship and care is evident in the recesses of carvings, the folds in sculptured stone garments, and the expressions on faces frozen in time.

When we arrived at the opera house the main entrance was closed so we meandered our way around the back and gained access near the box office. After purchasing a ticket to tour the building (I should really say “a small part of the building”) we walked into the grand entrance room from a direction most people would never see, unless they were returning from the lavatory. Beneath the main staircase, hidden from attendees above, is the sculpture pictured below.

It makes me wonder why it’s there. The work is beautiful. It is an integral part of the underside of a staircase, and it is also a work of art. It doesn’t look as if the artist thought of his creation as a second rate work or figured only a few people would see it and he could do just an average job on it. It’s something we’ve lost over time, and I don’t know what to call it. Just because there’s no need to make something beautiful doesn’t mean that it couldn’t be. Maybe people are just too impatient, or maybe the investment of time and craftsmanship isn’t honored enough by the almighty dollar to make it worthwhile.

Maybe I’m over thinking it, but I’m so glad fate led us to see it. It made a difference in my life.

​Nikon D800 Nikkor 28-300mm f/3.5-5.6 @ 32mm f/3.5 ISO3200 1/80 sec

Two image vertical panorama

Paris Week

I’ve been busy all weekend and the weather isn’t supposed to be cooperative all week, so I thought it would be a good time to share most of the Paris pictures. I’ve been hard at work since we returned in mid April removing tourists, tweaking exposure values, aligning images and reliving the trip to Paris through pictures again and again. Most of the pictures will be posted on the Smugmug site if you want to see them, but here on the blog I will be posting my favorites this week. These are the pictures that I hope show you not only how beautiful the city is, but how you need to see it for yourself.
The picture below is the view looking out from the Louvre. Beneath the giant glass pyramid is the entrance to an amazing collection of art - a testament to centuries of human creation. Countless expressions of joy, pain, love, freedom, strife, war, and religion reside here. Some of the best creations, of generations long gone, live and breathe in this museum. The weather was beautiful. We were very fortunate. Springtime in Paris. Highly recommended.

​Nikkon D800 Nikkor 28-300mm f/3.5-5.6 @ 32mm f/8 ISO 100 5 image HDR