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Archive for May, 2013

The Flatiron Building




No, not THAT Flatiron Building.   This is the one in Eureka Springs, Arkansas.   The original was built in 1880 and burned down in 1890.   A replacement was built in 1890 and also burned down.   The one there now was built in 1987.   At least the site is historic.   To me, it looks like a locomotive surging down the street with building in tow.   The building houses a hotel (“The Flatiron Flats” of course), and some shops.    I’ve photographed it before but finally got something I am somewhat pleased with.

The Meteorite Shop




One of the quirky little shops in Eureka Springs, Arkansas.   Not your garden variety establishment.   I didn’t actually go into the meteorite shop (which is upstairs apparently)….that would have involved sprinting a block to catch up with my wife to tell (OK, ask) her about going in.   I was already tired, there is virtually nothing level in Eureka Springs.    Still, it makes for a nice little storefront image.





During a stress filled trip to the Ozarks last week, after my brothers death, my wife and I managed to get away for a few hours to the charming yet baffling town of Eureka Springs, Arkansas.   A little town full of bed and breakfast’s, and shops of all kinds, it is a favorite destination.   Built on steep hills, I still haven’t grasped the geography of the town, despite many visits.  I have photographed this building facade before, but wanted to take another crack at it.  I’m not sure if 1902 refers to the year, or the street address, I wasn’t paying attention!   This is an HDR image derived from a hand held bracketed set, ran through Photomatix Pro, Lightroom, and a slight touch up using Photoshop Elements.

Life goes on, and being out shooting was a bit of a healing for me, at least a start.

A Passing




My brother died last week.  There, I said it.  It’s even hard to type.  My brother, who was also one of my best friends,  became very ill and died last week.   I got to speak to him a little before the end, but he was pretty far gone on the medications they gave him to make his condition bearable.    The magnitude of the loss is so great that most of the time I am in denial….interrupted by occasional weepy-eyed episodes.   I, and the rest of his family will miss him, and that is the understatement of the century.   Any words I type about it are going to be inadequate… I know he’s  in a better place now, but it is still hard for us who are left behind.   Goodbye Marty.