It was the summer of 1963 and our church youth group, TUXIS, assembled some of us, students, to take a bus into the South. I don’t remember Parents raising a fuss so at the time I don’t think we knew much about what was going on and having lived some many places already our acceptance of people was pretty open. I remember palling around with what I think was the only black student at Carson Long Military school in PA back in the 50’s. Love to know where he is now.
So the bus loaded up with a bunch of white high school students went on a ride to the deep South to meet up with the local church people. I wonder now how that trip might have changed my outlook on life and what I would do in the future.
What I remember:
Being asked who was on the bus when we stopped to eat.
Seeing cigarette burns on some people.
Sleeping on the floor of a gym – part of the school or church I don’t remember.
Seeing a burned out church.
I’m sure there was more but those moment have stuck with me over the years. And I don’t remember if I had a camera with me. I should have. Maybe I’ll find negs tucked away one of these days.
August of 63 Martin Luther King, Jr gave his speech and I don’t think at that time I connected the dots. Even though the chances of meeting him were so very remote, he is someone I regret not meeting and having a chance to spend some time and photograph him for the future.
His words are inspirational and I wish we could take up his challenge for unity and a better tomorrow.
References: I Have a Dream address Video
Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial
Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial
Shalom aleichem and L’shanah tovah
Today is the start of the Jewish new year, Rosh Hashanah, and I had a chance to attend a service tonight with a good friend. A great sermon which I will post here later spoke of new beginnings, taking care of life. I learned a little about the Book of Life and Book of the Dead. And even though I was totally lost I felt so included. Could not for the life of me even with the words in front of me keep up with the songs yet they felt so comfortable on my ears.
At the end of the service there was a Mourner’s Kaddish and I thought of my good friend Perry. While he is no longer with us I keep him alive within me and all the great times we had. If he had been with me or rather I’d would have been with him, he would have explained everything in detail to me. And then tongue in cheek, explain why I would never really get it. Miss you Perry!
Here are a couple of links for those of us that want to know but don’t quite know… Rosh Hashanah and Book of Life
One last thing, part of the service is the blowing of the Shofar and I had the privilege to have photographed Meira Warshauer’s music that she wrote for a Shofar. Fits nicely with today.
Read an interesting article on Auto ISO and manual settings for my Nikon’s. Here is the article: Auto ISO
So I took a couple of minutes and set the D800 on manual, 1250 @ f8 to shoot the dogs playing in the backyard. Evening light coming from behind the dogs. ISO pegged at 6400 and images look good. Read the article, it’s a good move for those that want better control over image gathering.
Note the details on the left side of Lola’s face and having the luxury of picking a high shutter speed to stop the action of Hanna and Lola.
Just another tip of how to get it done to put in the toolbox.