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dinsdag 26 februari 2019

Wet San Francisco

Golden Gate Bridge reflection
The Beauty of Rain - Golden Gate Bridge
Bay Bridge and Seaguls
50 Shades of Grey in San Francisco


Weather alert in SF

Every year in February I attend the San Francisco Writers Conference. Never before it was this wet. An occasional shower or one wet day of the week I am in SF, that's all. Not this year. This year the weather forecast show rain, more rain and ... rain.

 Daily temp below average and even on Thursday it rained all day. Tho temps weren't as cold as the forecast predicted (14C and up) it still was cooler than previous years, where I often could warm myself in the sun during the day.

In San Francisco evening and night can be cooler always, when the fog comes in. During rainy days tho it's not that cold at night, al least it wasn't in 2019 ;) 

On the news a Microclimate Weather Alert: floods caused by the rain and it even snowed in Las Vegas.

Right. Climate change anyone?


Inspiring


Lucky for me wet streets are also very inspiring. I like to walk down the street early morning. It took me 30 mins to walk to the conference hotel, and Market St. truly was a beauty in the rain.

Check my Instagram for more pics.
Search for #Eyespiration :)
Market St. stroll in the rain - blue hour

Market St. stroll in the rain - blue hour
Day and night, in the wet it's all beautiful
Market St. stroll in the rain

Rainy day in SF

EAT CRAB Fisherman's Wharf
Reflection ... Zen moment at Fisherman's Wharf San Francisco - EAT CRAB
Do you ever take photos when it rains? I just love reflections. 

© 2019 MelanieRijkers.com 

woensdag 15 april 2015

Loving Vivian Maier

'Finding Vivian Maier' - Yesterday I finally watched the documentary. What a remarkable woman. I loved her work, right from the start, when this film wasn't made yet and Mr. Maloof was still searching for her. Her images are addictive and it's kind a funny that we (I assume most people who love her work feel this too) are waiting for new work to be published as kids waiting for Santa. Excited!!


It was good to see Mr. Maloof's work and effort, as I until now only read about in online. And how very funny that the kids she used to be the nanny of, gave such different destriptions of her. She must have been troubled by deeper thoughts, most likely something happened to her as a child and screwing her head up about men, and life in general too.

"I am a spy" she said. And she most likely meant it. She was a hoarder. Collecting sound (interviewing people in the supermarket) and 8mm film next to all the beautiful photos she took. She was a dark, closed person, but via her work she tells you who she is. It's sad she died poor, but when you learn about the tax payments cheques still being kept in her belongings, I think it's her screwed up head that most likely said "do not take that money from the government". She still lived a fairly free life, no husband, no kids.

Than the story about her newspapers, piles of them, OMG, you've seen people like this before on tv. And nothing may be thrown out, as "It's to be used later". The newspapers she collected were all about dark subjects too, crime, murder, rape. She was always looking for this darker side of society, like taking one of the girls she was babysitting to a slaughter house to take photos and film footage of. Or taking photos first, of the boy who got run over by a car, instead of comforting him being his nanny.


Poor woman. She must have felt not alone, but with too many. She most likely was a bit schitzo, but aren't we all?!? I don't think she felt alone, I think she was just scared. Scared of the big, angry world, and without a parent raising her not to be afraid, she turned out like this. All the kids still remember little off things she did. 'Accidents', but not really.

And she kept taking all these photos. She really was a ZIENer, like me. I see. She sees. It's not the camera, it's her vision. Her vision of the world. And in her case: the darker side of it. As if a lot of things she ran into (on the street) were crazy. To her, the world was a crazy place.

And I feel sad for her. I am a ZIENer who looks for the beauty in life, happiness is there, on every corner, but people don't SEE (it). I can tell you how to see and get positive energy from life, not to be scared of it. The Miksang Contemplative Photography I now teach, helps people to see the positive side of the crazy, mad world. I wish I could've talked to her 20 years ago. I wish I could've inspired her to lighten up, just a little.



The two best moments of the documentary for me were the photos of her world trip, that selfie of her, standing on deck, of a sea ship. That was the first real happy photo of her, with a SMILE and happiness in her eyes. As in a lot of the other selfies she's looking away, or she looks into the camera with that troubled view... Dear Vivian, what on earth was troubling you? What happened that you turned out this dark? Abandoned by her family, or maybe even assaulted?

I wish she could've seen the shows that are here now, with all of her photos. I think the reaction of people to her work would've brightened her day, her mind, her soul. The second best moment of the documentary is the moment in that little French village of her, where her work is exhibited and this fragile, very old lady sees her (diseased) husband in one of the photos. Heart breaking, the way she reacts. And for her daughter who's witnessing this too, a priceless moment! This is a moment they will never forget and think back of with nothing but joy and happiness. Positive energy.

Vivian, you can make people feel like this. I can make people feel like this. It's a gift and I feel sad you weren't able to witness the effect your pictures have on the public. People are moved by your work. It's a valuable historic document, but it's also a very good vision of this crazy world.

Vivian, I love you. I hope you have now found the peace you were looking for. 
Thank you for showing us the world from your eyes.

One of my own 'Vivian Maier' street photos - selfie at Venice Beach 2014

dinsdag 25 september 2012

Fremont Street, what happened??

When working in Las Vegas last week I had to check out the city and its lights, kitsch and people. With only one day off, I decided to a) relax at the pool b) go to the Neon-boneyard c) check out Old Vegas Centre - Fremont Street with its famous cowboy.

Being Dutch, I only know this neon cowboy (with the waving arm) from movies we watched on tv. Staying on the Strip and with the Neon Museum closed (boohoo) this month, I took the bus to the Old City Centre.
O yeah, Golden Nuggit, here I come!

Then my heart broke.

I got out of the bus and just couldn't believe my eyes. America, what have you done?!?

Fremont Street... 15 September 2012... I nearly cried when I saw this...

Pilars blocking the famous cowboy?? (and the neon cowgirl) then the Golden Nugget...where are the typical shaped corners of the building???

photo: Judy Green - Fremont St. '70/'80s

Fremont St. opposite direction 2012
Ok, the 4 Queens looks like the old Golden Nugget now, but nothing else is still there... what a deception...they call this the Fremont Experience... OMG!! In Europe we like to treasure old sites, and this should be considered as one...why don't Americans treasure their cultural heritage??




In 1951 the Pioneer Club did away with its cactus and covered-wagon neon signs and replaced them with thiswell-known and long-lived, Las Vegas icon-landmark. In its early days the cowboy's glowing cigarette would emit a puff of smoke, the arm would swing and a loudspeaker would boom out the famous words: "Howdy Podner".

Yes, I was right, the arm moved! Now the only moving part is the mouth and eye (neon, no sound)...let's have a look at the old days:


This is the kind of photo I wanted to take... 

Photos and text: In Old Las Vegas.com


The Golden Nuggit had a lot of different shapes...but this is the one in my head...this is the one that stayed, even though I never been to Vegas before...gone baby, gone.