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The New Guard: The Moment and The Message

24 Thursday Sep 2015

Posted by koehlerjoni in Essay, Photography, Singing

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Ave Maria, new guard, photography, Schubert, Selfies, selfies at funerals, singing at weddings, wedding photos

No discussion of the new guard – the new paradigms created by the intersection of technology, commerce, and youth—would be complete without a nod to the changing nature of photography.  I’d like to thank Andrew Reynolds, from Andrew’s View of the Week, and 2 Helpful Guys for spurring some of my thinking about this topic.

My friend asked me to sing at his wedding last summer, and I happily agreed.  Over the years I’ve done quite a bit of public singing, and although I don’t do it much anymore, I still consider singing as a service I can offer, a way to fulfill my responsibility to the community.  My guess is that I’ve sung at close to fifty weddings, so I didn’t think much could surprise me. You stand up and sing at the beginning, or while folks are supposed to be praying, or during the unity candle.  A photographer takes a few photos during the wedding from a discreet distance and may ask for a photo of you and the accompanist afterwards.  You stay for the reception if you know the couple. If they’ve paid you then you take off after the wedding.  Done and dusted.  I had no reason to expect anything unusual from this wedding.

The bride requested Schubert’s “Ave Maria.” You’ve all heard it.  If you look it up on YouTube, you’ll notice approximately six million renditions of the Ave, most of which are by the big dogs of opera. These big opera dogs make money with their voices. I make money by sitting in the floor with a bunch of twelve year olds, talking to them about their work.  I’ve spent more time than I can count cutting out stars, gluing and stapling things to classroom posters. I have not spent a great deal of time learning the complexities of the “Ave Maria.”  It’s the kind of piece that singers work on with their coaches for years before performing in public. But my friend wanted this piece, so I retrieved my years of training and went to work. I vocalized daily and brushed up on my Latin diction, because they requested this language as opposed to Schubert’s German version. I recorded myself, wincing as I listened to each new version and tried to improve on the rough spots.  I worked, I tell you, I worked.

After weeks of practice at home and a few minutes with the accompanist the night before, Super Husband and I slicked up and arrived at the church early.  The Ave demands an early start, at the very least.  As soon as the bridal party attained the altar, the pianist, a nice man who worked at a Catholic school, began lacing Schubert’s opening arpeggios.

As I started to sing, the bride’s whole family got out of their seats to take pictures of me with their phones. I’ve never used the flash on my camera phone, but they knew how to use theirs.  Puffs of light tinged my retinas in an irregular pattern.  An elderly relative had a real camera with one of those Jimmy Olson type flash bulbs.  He rotated around me at tonsil-viewing distance and clicked at least twenty pictures of my face as I venerated the mother of Christ.  My face, that wild demon child who will not obey my brain, fought me every step, and the corners of my mouth headed into smile territory, ooching higher with every flash of the mini-bulbs from camera phones.

I can tell you that Schubert did not have the paparazzi in mind when he wrote the “Ave Maria.” This is a lyrical tour de force with a  high tessitura and a broad range.  “Why Me, Lord,” it ain’t.  I don’t know where this reserve of musical calm came from, but I finished the piece without embarrassing myself too badly and sat down with great relief and a feeling of having been slightly—not violated, exactly, but broached. I had the hot head and emptiness of a recent outpouring, and the discomfort of handing over some of my personal territory without my permission.  Not saying I completely understand what Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie go through at the airport, but a smidge of empathy now resides, ya know?

Since I have personally experienced the thrill of being photo-buzzed by a group of frenzied spectators, I’ve now begun to take more notice of this picture-in-picture phenomenon.  It’s everywhere, and if you don’t believe me, witness the phenomenon of selfies at funerals.  If funeral selfies were a sound, they’d make the whooshing noise you hear as all decorum (and some would say decency) flies out the window.  It’s like we no longer know when to stay in the moment and when to stop and allow ourselves to experience. Where did the art of remembering go?

As I watch a moment like the one below (I’m not judging by the way, I had my camera out, too) it feels like laying salt on the road of your mind by trying to prophylactic-ally take pictures of something you haven’t experienced because you are afraid you’ll forget about the experience before you’ve had it.

 Now, everyone's a photographer !

Now, everyone’s a photographer !

What’s with this new guard practice of  logging insta, nano, and micro moments?  Why is it so important to catalog every sigh? Do we think that if we empty our present by objectifying it to the nth degree, that it will somehow make the future less bleak?

How did we come to the place where the moment is more important than the message? And how can we get the message back? I’m asking.

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Weekend Walk: Turtles!

04 Saturday Jul 2015

Posted by koehlerjoni in Photo essay, Photography, travel, Travel Essay, Turtles

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Kemps Ridley hatchlings, Padre Island National Seashore, photo essay, photography, travel essay

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Sunrise over Padre Island National Seashore

We arrived early last Sunday morning to witness some Kemp’s Ridley turtle hatchlings waddle to the ocean to begin their amazing five day journey to the gulf stream.  While the turtles were fun, it was the people who caught my eye.

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They turtle watched- I people watched.

Rangers were not sure of the odds for survival- they estimated between one in a hundred and one in a thousand. However, volunteers were on hand to insure that none of the hatchlings fell prey to a group of ever watchful birds who clustered around the release site in hopes of snagging what one ranger referred to as, “the Oreo of the sea.”

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Dedicated Volunteer

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Vigilance in action- This volunteer uses her hawk-like vision to warn of bird threat.

The park rangers worked hard to ensure that the spectators had a good experience as well. They carried individual turtles around the audience so we could see them close up.

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Taking pictures for the spectators

The rangers were also kind enough to take pictures of the turtles up close, carrying around handfuls of cell phones to accomplish the task.

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Finally- the sea

The hatchlings must cross a long stretch of beach to meet the sea.  This is because they need to imprint on the beach. When females imprint, they return some fifteen to sixteen years later to lay their eggs.

When these baby turtles return to Padre Island National Seashore in the summer of 2030, I hope they will be greeted by a group of dedicated volunteers and Park Rangers who will take care of their hatchlings and see them on their journey to the sea.

I am so grateful to the Park Rangers and volunteers for their work on this endeavor. The imprint that they leave on our world is much greater than the sum of turtles they protect. You can follow the Padre Island National Seashore or the Padre Island NS Division of Sea Turtle Science and Discovery on Facebook.  Let’s do all we can to support their efforts.

Weekend Walk: The Merritts of the Stark

14 Sunday Jun 2015

Posted by koehlerjoni in Photo essay, Photography, Travel Essay

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California, Lake Merritt, Oakland, photo essay, photography, travel essay

Cedar?

Cedar?

Lake Merritt is close to the Bonsai Garden I almost visited in last week’s Weekend Walk post.  The area around the lake teems with life, both wild and domesticated, both human and animal.  In the picture above, I was trying to capture the twist and movement of this tree.

A new landscape- natural and urban

A new landscape- natural and urban

The light on this day gave all of my photos a stark quality.  Maybe the fog off the East Bay diffused the light just enough for the camera to pick up what the naked eye could not sense.

View of the Northern end of Lake Merritt

View of the northern end of Lake Merritt

I am still trying to suss out how to depict depth when taking a photo.  It will take many years to perfect this, I’m sure.  I’m still learning not to accidentally take a picture or turn the camera off/on.

The roost

The roost

No examination of the Lake would be complete without mentioning the birds.  Lake Merritt is home to a bird sanctuary.  Although the sanctuary itself looks in need of an infusion of funds, the birds don’t mind a bit of benign neglect if they have places to roost and search for food.

Cedar tree with spiders

Cedar tree with spider webs

The cedar bushes are covered in spider webs at this time of year.  I like the contrast between the white web and the deep green of the bush.

Bougainvillea and Building

Bougainvillea and Building

Here, I was playing with depth again.  This photo is a bit like the place itself.  The mist that can sometimes make the San Francisco/Oakland area seem gloomy is the same mist from which these colorful flowers draw sustenance.  And the colors are unlike those in any other place I’ve ever seen.

Here’s hoping you all have a great burst of color in your lives this week to even out the gloomy bits.

j

Weekend Walk: Writing Marathon

30 Saturday May 2015

Posted by koehlerjoni in Photo essay, Writing, Writing Marathon

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Mission Branch Library, Mission San Jose, photo essay, photography, San Antonio Missions, San Antonio Writing Project

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Tom Castanos, Park Education Specialist

On May 2, I participated in a writing marathon to benefit the San Antonio Writing Project’s Summer Missions Writing Camp. We walked to several locations near the San Antonio Missions National Park site, stopping to write after each leg of the walk. On our second stop, education director,Tom Castanos, schooled us on the history of the Missions. His historical perspective is broad and includes many voices that have not been heard in the past.

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Mission San Jose, 1950

While we stood in the shade of a giant oak tree near Mission San Jose, a man approached our group and showed us this photograph.  He took this photograph when he visited the park as a child in the summer of 1950.  This was his second trip to San Antonio.  I thought it was cool that he remembered to bring the old picture with him, and that he was willing to share it with us.

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In the shadow of San Jose Mission

Many people were at the Mission in their Sunday clothes to take pictures.  I like the image in the background, as those flowers fell over at least fifteen times while we were there.  Each time an arrangement fell, someone walked over and picked it up.

Door to living quarters, Mission San Jose

Door to living quarters, Mission San Jose

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Arches in the rear or Mission San Jose

After our session at the Missions park, we walked to the Mission Branch Library and had a most interesting art lesson from Marianist brother and artist, Brian Zampier.  Check his blog out here. Brother Brian was so inspiring.  He has 97 journal/sketchbooks and brought them to share with us.  His mottos during our lesson were to: Play!, Have Fun! Do not be afraid! Date your pages!  Suspend Judgment!  He taught us to do mark making, blind contour drawings, cartooning, and collages.  We did a little of all four, but I’ll share the collage I created during our session with him.  Walk a little, take a few pictures, do some writing, make some art… what a perfect way to spend the day.

Journal Sketch after Brother Brian

DD: Prost!

15 Friday May 2015

Posted by koehlerjoni in Essay, German Language, Germany, Photo essay, Travel Essay

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Friends, Germany, photography, travel, travel essay

Prost is the German word for Cheers!  My last post about Germany is a toast to all of the interesting and friendly people we encountered in Munich.

Front Desk Ladies

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Typical Street Front in Munich

The amber skinned girl at the hotel’s front desk, and the way she said, “Tschüss,” an informal term that means bye.  I love going to another country and listening to the natural way people speak a native language that on my tongue, dies a guttural death.  The beautiful girl was also very kind when Super Husband and I sat down on the couch in the lobby and fell asleep while waiting for our room to be ready.  I think I drooled a little.

Sellers

Guten Morgan is a song when Mandy says it.

Guten Morgan is a song when Mandy says it.

Mandy, my friend and waitperson at the hotel restaurant.  She was so kind and helpful I asked if I could take her picture, and she said yes.  I loved the way she sang, “guten morgan,” to us each day.  Mandy made each morgan much more guten. (Sorry about the quality of the picture, Mandy. I’m still learning.)

The older gentlemen in that bar across the street.  His eyebrows were German.  Don’t make me explain, they just were. He had a true beer belly, and just enough English for us to communicate our order.  He was jolly. I wanted to take him home with me.

The fellow that sold me my two German books.  I can’t read them but I will love them forever, because of him.  He gave me a free postcard.  I wanted to give him a granddaughter- type hug, but I didn’t.  I don’t think Germans are big on hugging.

Friends and Guides

Making new friends-- one of the joys of travel.

Vi, David, and Aga.  What wonderful folks!

David, Vi, and Aga.  These are friends we made when on our tour of Neuschwanstein and Linderhof castles.  When we went to lunch, we were serendipitously seated together and enjoyed one another’s company for the rest of the afternoon.  David and Vi were about to end their work in Abu Dhabi, and wanted to take advantage of the proximity of European destinations.  Aga, a business traveler from Poland, stayed an extra weekend to do some sightseeing.  Aga was much younger than the rest of us, but politely walked up the steep incline to Neuschwanstein with us, listening to our huffing and puffing.  I also appreciated her willingness to answer my meddlesome questions about what it’s like to live in Poland.

Steve, the guide I grilled for the entire train ride from Dachau to Munich.  I don’t think answering my questions about his own life and interest in the topic was required, but he gladly shared that information with me.  He also told me something interesting.  When WWII ended, the bridge in the far background of this photo was the only thing standing.  Well, the bridge, and a lone train track.

Last Bridge standing Munich

Train Station, downtown Munich

Munich 

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Juliet the bare.

Here is Juliet. I toast Juliet, because for I don’t know how long, young men take a picture of Juliet when they go to the Marienplatz in Munich.  Guess where their hands go?  I bet you can.  At first, SH and I thought Juliet was a statue of the Virgin Mary.  I can tolerate this behavior with a made up Shakespearean character.  The mother of Christ would be a different story.

Munich.Let me stand here until I remember you. I’ll forget so that I may stay longer, remembering how I love your company.

Prost!

Prost!

Weekend Walk: It’s a Beautiful Day

26 Sunday Apr 2015

Posted by koehlerjoni in Photo essay, Photography

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photography, San Antonio Botanical Gardens, Succulents, Turtle photos

We sure had a great time at the San Antonio Botanical Gardens last weekend.  The weather was just beautiful, and it was hot, but not too hot.  I highly recommend a visit if you are ever in the area.

Succulent wall.
Succulent wall.
Succulent wall
Succulent wall
Antique Roses
Antique Roses
In the tropical glass house
In the tropical glass house
Ducks
Ducks
View of the Tower of the Americas
View of the Tower of the Americas
Sunning themselves
Sunning themselves

Weekend Walk: Open Minds and Dry Springs

19 Sunday Apr 2015

Posted by koehlerjoni in Photo essay, Photography

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Chihuly, photography, San Antonio Book Festival, San Pedro Springs Park, Young Adult Literature

Last Saturday, our rambles took us to the San Antonio Book festival and San Pedro Park.

This Chihully is on the second floor of the San Antonio Main Library

This Chihuly is on the second floor of the San Antonio Main Library

I love buying books at festivals because I can meet the authors up close and personal.  I love saying, “Are you a local writer?”  Someday I would love to be the person standing behind a folding table, signing my own books and saying, “Yes, I live just down the road.”

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I purchased:

Gods Of Arcadia:Daughter of Athena by Andrea Stehle, mainly because her former student, now a college freshman,sold me with her unvarnished praise, both for her teacher and this title. If she likes it, then the students I work with might like it, too.

Local professor and novelist, Eva Pohler, sold me The Purgatorium and Vampire Addiction.  It was her enthusiasm for both of these projects that made me want to buy them.

I’m also a sucker for art/text pairings, so I purchased Dare to Dream, a collaboration between local artist Thom Ricks and author J.L. Stauffer.  I will be using this book in a classroom sometime soon, I’m sure.  This colorful poster now graces my office wall.

Thom Ricks- The Explorer

The Explorer by Thom Ricks

After we went to the book festival, we took a short drive to San Pedro Springs Park.  Neither of us had ever been, so we took a quick look.  The springs were dry, but I found a few picture worthy subjects.

San Pedro Park marker for weekend walk

Pool at San Pedro Park for weekend Walk

The pool at San Pedro Springs

A mated pair of birds- their nest was in the tree.

A mated pair of birds- their nest was in the tree.

Weekend Walk: Wild Things

12 Sunday Apr 2015

Posted by koehlerjoni in Photo essay, Photography

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bluebonnets, cactus, photography, south texas, walking, wildflowers

Last weekend, we stayed around home, walking in our neighborhood and at the huntin’ lease.  The wildflowers are still around, and we had a good rain this weekend, so we have another week or two before everything starts to dry out.  I am enjoying practicing my camera skills.

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Super Husband thinks the picture above is of some sort of agave,although he doesn’t think it’s the type produces tequila.  He said his father always called the plant below black brush, because the leaves become dark after the bush blooms.

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I missed the mark on this picture somehow.  The cows and bluebonnets were just beautiful, but I don’t think the composition of this photo works.  What about it, photographer types?  What can I do differently when I want to take a picture like this in the future?

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Super Husband took this photo of the neighbor’s tractor.  I think the little white wildflowers are every bit as beautiful as a manicured garden.  I hope your week is full of beauty, and that you take the time to notice it.  Have a great one.

j

Our Weekend Walk

05 Sunday Apr 2015

Posted by koehlerjoni in Photo essay, Photography, Travel Essay

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Austria, Julie Andrews, Mirabelle Palace Gardens, photography, Salzburg, Sound of Music, travel

Okay people, we didn’t take a walk last Saturday, March 28.  We were tired from our trip to Germany.  We mowed the lawn and took a long nap.

The grass was knee-high.

The grass was knee-high.

Super Husband shredded on the tractor and I mowed close to the house.  He had a much bigger job than I did, but I kept the laundry going.

Bailey the Bold

Bailey the Bold

We slept that afternoon just like the dog does– with utter abandonment and lots of snoring.

However, since today is Sunday and we DID have an interesting Sunday on March 21, here are some pictures of the “Sound of Music” portion of our trip to Salzburg, Austria.

The arbor at Mirabelle palace.

The arbor at Mirabelle palace.

Fountain in the Mirabelle Palace Gardens

Fountain in the Mirabelle Palace Gardens

Channeling Julie Andrews

Channeling Julie Andrews- I’m the one in the brown coat.

For those of you who know me personally, I was sorely tempted to sing, “Do, a Deer,” while standing in the self-same locations which Julie Andrews (!) stood while filming The Sound of Music.  I squelched myself, because (1) the guide said singing season was in the summer, (2)because I was the only gobsmacked choir nerd in my tour group,  and (3) the tour was rather hurried, so I’d have been left behind if I’d have started singing.

In the summer, people appear dressed in their Sound of Music garb and the Mirabelle palace Garden is alive with the sounds of amateur singing troops, professional musicians, and student players from the Mozarteum, an elite music school located in Salzburg, Mozart’s home city.

Now added to my bucket list:

  • Acquire Austrian Folk Garb
  • Return to Salzburg in the summer
  • Sing with the other gobsmacked choir nerds!  Sing!

Our Saturday Walk

28 Saturday Mar 2015

Posted by koehlerjoni in Photo essay, Photography, Walking

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Germany, Linderhof Palace, Neuschwanstein Castle, photography, Vacation

Last Saturday’s walk was a doozy.  We traveled to Munich last week, and on Saturday we took a tour into the Bavarian Alps to view King Ludwig II’s Linderhof Castle, the village of Oberammergau, and Ludwig’s unfinished mountain hideaway, Neuschwanstein Castle.

I’ll be sharing a lot more about this trip in the weeks to come, starting with this sampling of the sights from Saturday, March 21, 2015

Linderhof Castle

King Ludwig II, known as the Mad King and the Fairy Tale King in turns, built Linderhof as a tribute to Louis IV, the Sun King.  It is extremely small by palace standards, but it’s absolutely beautiful.

This small gem is well worth a viewing.

This small gem is well worth a viewing.

Look at the mountains in the background, not the brave lady about to get "swanned."

Look at the mountains in the background, not the brave lady about to get “swanned.”

An intrepid traveler(not me) feeds these assertive swans.

An intrepid traveler(not me) feeds these assertive swans.

Oberammergau

This village is known for the Passion Play that villagers have been performing every ten years since the middle ages, its skilled woodworkers, and the paintings that villagers display on their whitewashed houses.  The guidebooks say this is a cheesy little village, but I happen to like cheese.

Meandering through the village of Oberammergau .

Meandering through the village of Oberammergau .

Oberammergau's next Passion Play is in 2020.

Oberammergau’s next Passion Play is in 2020.

Neuschwanstein Castle

Ludwig II didn’t finish this castle, which he built in the medieval style and in tribute to musician Richard Wagner.  It’s worth the steep 1.5 kilometer climb to the castle grounds the the 300 steps inside the castle to view this work. It’s kind of like viewing the Titanic– Ludwig’s overspending and mania to complete not only this but another huge Versailles -fashioned palace in the region led to his cabinet ministers placing him under house arrest and having him declared mentally incompetent.

Neuschwanstein's front facade- much of the castle remains unfinished.

Neuschwanstein’s front facade- much of the castle remains unfinished.

What a view!  Thanks to Vi for taking the photo.

What a view! Thanks to Vi for taking the photo.

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