Woman In Paris

Parisienne seen on the Right Bank.

(If the first time you saw the word Parisienne it was in connection with a Pontiac auto -- no problem. Models from the 1950s and 1960s were especially fine "Belle Femmes.")


Photograph (c) Paul Heidelberg

New Mexico Snowstorm, December 5, 2011/Photo One

This photograph was taken Monday, December 5, during a mammoth snowstorm that was pounding Central New Mexico. The photo was taken near U.S. Highway 60 that runs through New Mexico, East to West.

In the East in New Mexico, Highway 60 starts near the town of Clovis, where the great Buddy Holly of Lubbock, Texas, recorded some of his legendary music, including the timeless classic "Oh Boy."

(For more about Buddy Holly, and John Pickering, who sang backing vocals on "Oh Boy" and other Buddy Holly tunes, visit www.musicoftheworldXXI.blogspot.com and www.texasmusicnow.blogspot.com.)



(When this photograph was taken, the Arctic storm was nowhere near finished.)

Photograph (c) Paul Heidelberg

New Mexico Snowstorm, December 5, 2011/Photo Two

"Old House Seen Through Frosty Window"

This is an old house near Highway 60 that traverses New Mexico from East to West. The house sits at 6,500 feet in Central New Mexico near the Manzano Mountains.

(When this photo was taken during the morning of December 5, this early December, pre-Winter storm was nowhere near finished.)

Photograph (c) Paul Heidelberg

Paul's Email-Postcard from La Closerie des Lilas in Paris: The Ernest Hemingway Plaque



"At The Lilas In Paris"





This is an authentic plaque, not tourist trap nonsense.

When Papa came into the Lilas, if you were sitting at his seat at the bar, you moved.

(There is a similar plaque for French Philosopher/Writer Jean-Paul Sartre at a nearby table.)

The book, photographed with the plaque one Sunday morning before the Lilas opened, is the new edition of Hemingway's Paris memoir A MOVEABLE FEAST, first published posthumously in the 1960s; this version is more as Hemingway would have wanted it -- the bad editing of publishing house editors has been corrected by Hemingway's son Patrick and his grandson Sean.

Contact Paul Heidelberg at paulheidelberg@yahoo.com to learn how to obtain a gallery-quality, high megapixel, 11 by 14-inch print of this photograph that was taken with Heidelberg's Leica digital camera, and for information about acquiring gallery-quality prints of any of the other photos on Heidelberg's blogs.


PHOTOGRAPH (c) COPYRIGHT PAUL HEIDELBERG

Paul's Email-Postcard from Spain: "Land of the Great Poet Federico Garcia Lorca"

The Fountain Of Tears

At FG Lorca's Birthhouse Near Granada

Green, I want you green...




This is a photographic remembrance of, and tribute to, the great Spanish poet Federico Garcia Lorca (Poet, writer and artist Paul Heidelberg believes he may be Spain's greatest poet ever).



The line, Green I want you green, is from a FGL poem; the one photograph was taken at The Fountain Of Tears near Granada, Spain, near where FG Lorca was killed by supporters of Francisco Franco at the beginning of the Spanish Civil in August, 1936. (The other photograph was taken at Lorca's Birthhouse near Granada.)



After some searching with the help of two Spanish friends, Heidelberg found The Fountain Of Tears in August, 2004, 68 years after Lorca's death (almost to the day).



(Heidelberg lived in a village in the highest mountains of Spain, the Sierra Nevadas, "Sud de Granada," from June, 2004 to August, 2006).



This spring-fountain was named by the Moors many centuries before Lorca's death; it was so named because the Moors thought the bubbles that rise to the water's surface resembled tears.



The fountain is still crying -- it now cries for Lorca: The Lion of the Alhambra, as flamenco singer Juanito Maravillas sings in his Nuevos Fandangos cancion, "La Muerta De Una Poeta."

 
(To read a poem to Lorca that mentions The Fountain Of Tears and the photograph with the strange image emanating from the mirror, go to
http://www.paulheidelberg.com/
and click on the link to
Selected Poetry 2004/2005
and then click
Por Federico, Agosto 2004)

Note: The poet in me has prompted me to paste that poem here as I update this post in 7/11.

Like all great artists, Lorca lives on through his art; so, Viva Lorca!:



POR FEDERICO, AGOSTO 2004




Hola Lorca:

I was there

at the Fountain of Tears

yesterday,

and today

I can imagine

your spirit

in the clear, cool waters

between

plants of

brilliant shades of green,

standing and swaying

alive in the water,

moving with the bubbles of tears;

it is a pretty place,

one could have

a worse place –

and,

you have your mountains

and olive trees,

moons,

when the nights are right.

You died

ten miles,

as the eagle flies,

from your birthplace,

where your younger spirit

erupted from the mirror

by the piano –

a huge arc

of light

shooting across

your photograph,

and,

a ghostly image

of a face,

forever frozen

on the wall.