This is one of my all time favorite images, it is one that oozes romantic emotions in me. Not the romance between two lovers, but the one between the image and my memories, or imagination.
Here we have Bibi, the first wife of Lartigue coming off the cruise liners in the 1920's. You can see her hat and how she is covering her face from the wind. The steam ships in the background are the points of focus but there she is in the foreground giving our eye an anchor point. For a photographer known for his ability to capture movement, energy and high class play, this image is a bit of a departure. It captures the romanic notions of sea voyage perfectly well.
Gone is the flip-flop wearing, obnoxious vacationer that seems of always sit beside me, in the cramped confines of "Economy Class" seating. Here we have a woman dressed for traveling, coming off the height of luxury travel for the time. This image, of upper class travel, stirs an emotional desire to get out and see the world.
The emotional curiosity of travel, coupled with a desire to take along a camera and some film is something that is deeply rooted in me. The travel does not have to be far from home, or even someplace exotic, but it has to have a camera and some film.
Below is an image I took back in 2013, while on a vacation to Bali. We skipped the beach scene, for fear of running into flip-flop wearing, drunk vacationers, and opted for a small villa up in the rice paddies of the mountains. It was the pinnacle of relaxation and a great chance to see a little of the non-tourist local population.
A driver had told me of a local artist a few miles from where we were staying, who did amazing, hand painted pictures. I went over and found him sitting outside looking over the rice paddies that fell off his porch. I had my camera with me and he suggested I wait a few minutes to see the local priest come by, as he did everyday.
I sat and waited. The artist did not talk, he just sat and looked out. It began to rain and still he sat there. I pulled out a rain cover for my camera and also sat there, semi protected by a tree. All you could here was the rain dropping on leaves and the occasional motor bike on the dirt road behind some trees.
Then I saw a man dressed in white, in a broad had walk by. As he gingerly moved his feet along a muddy path, arms full of his offering. I waited until he was on the other side of the field, slowly picked up my camera and took a few shots. This is one which I left in color.
After he walked away the artist slowly stood up, invited me into his home and showed me his works of art. One is still hanging in my entry way. An amazingly detailed ink painting.