Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
APPEL
APPEL - French Text Book, HBJ 1983 cover photograph
1982 Tour De France Finish on Alp d'Huez
As a boy, my desire was to become a sports photojournalist. I was a big fan of Sports Illustrated photographer Neil Liefer. In 1981, I had already started to gravitate towards using photography for more personal means, but the opportunity arose to cover the Tour de France. It was the first year an American would race, so it was historic. I was also unaware of any American photographer to have ever covered the whole Tour, so that would be a first.
I ended up covering the Tour twice, in 1981 and 1982. I provided images to the New York Times, the L.A. Times, Bicycling Magazine , amongst many other publications.
It was a great experience and a wonderful way to see a lot of France!
Wednesday, June 09, 2010
OIL & WATER
Oil Rig near Gulf of Mexico, 2005
You and I are like oil and water
And we've been trying, trying, trying
Ohhhhhhh... to mix it up.
We've been dancing on a volcano
And we've been crying, crying, crying
Over blackened soles
Babe, this wouldn’t be the first time
It will not be the last time
There is no parasol that could shelter this weather
I've been smiling with anchors on my shoulders
And I’ve been dying, dying, dying
Ohhhhhhh... to let them go!
Babe, this wouldn’t be the first time
It will not be the last time
There is no parasol that could shelter this weather
Babe, this wouldn’t be the first time
It will not be the last time
We've been trying to believe everything would get better!
We've been lying to each other
Hey! Babe! Let's just call it, call it, call it
Ohhhhhhhh.... what it is!
Oil and water...
Oil and water...
Oil and water...
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhoooooooooooooooooo
And we've been trying, trying, trying
Ohhhhhhh... to mix it up.
We've been dancing on a volcano
And we've been crying, crying, crying
Over blackened soles
Babe, this wouldn’t be the first time
It will not be the last time
There is no parasol that could shelter this weather
I've been smiling with anchors on my shoulders
And I’ve been dying, dying, dying
Ohhhhhhh... to let them go!
Babe, this wouldn’t be the first time
It will not be the last time
There is no parasol that could shelter this weather
Babe, this wouldn’t be the first time
It will not be the last time
We've been trying to believe everything would get better!
We've been lying to each other
Hey! Babe! Let's just call it, call it, call it
Ohhhhhhhh.... what it is!
Oil and water...
Oil and water...
Oil and water...
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhoooooooooooooooooo
INCUBUS
Oil and Water