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Category Archives: POV
POV: Pure sport
Is there a pure form of sport? No athletes, no sponsors, nothing but the fun of it? I think these kids come as close as is possible. There may be winners and losers and a competitive spirt, but there is also a lot of fun.
Students at the CEC in Bancalari play handball.
POV: Five minutes in the life of a street
Five minutes in the life of a street in Bancalari, Partido de Tigre, Provincia de Buenos Aires, Argentina
POV: Red shoes
P.O.V. = Point of view
Red Converse on the patio, playground, study area.
Red shoes, numbers, geometry, games
faded and well used
Childhood memories
Taken in Bancalari, partido Tigre, provincia of Buenos Aires, Argentina.
POV: Arribarte!
POV = Point of View
Arribarte is a group of teens and young adults living with HIV, who gather on Thursdays to practice theater, rehearse and organize youth-led workshops. More than just a group of peers united through a common virus, they are friends, joking and offering positive critique as they run their lines. Here they are lead by their professor Eva Amichetti as they warm up, relax their bodies and clear their minds from of hectic city and life outside the doors of Fundación Huésped.
Arribarte theater group warming up at Fundacion Huesped in Buenos Aires, Argentina before rehearsal for their upcoming production, an adaptation of "Prohibido Suicidarse en Primavera."
Also check out photographs of the project (in progress) ‘I am…’, women living with HIV.
POV – La Boca
Hanging in La Boca.
Yellow flip flops with poodle. Miniature poodle?
POV – Calle Florida
I avoid Calle Florida – wait, that isn’t strong enough – every atom of my body does whatever it can to avoid walking down Calle Florida during the week. Why? It is a mass of human bodies all struggling to move through the other masses of human bodies. It is a group of very confused salmon and no one knows what is upstream and at least half the sidewalk is taken over by folks selling stuff, so these confused, grumpy, 9-5er salmon, are all trying to push and squeeze their way through to wherever their particular upstream is. It is a disaster.
That said, I was on Calle Florida today. I was heading off to meet Lucho, an editor and journalist working in BA, whose blog I stumbled upon awhile back. His blog is one of the few sites that analyzes the press here in Argentina and particularly the covers of the newspapers in Buenos Aires. I was eager to ask a few questions and get a better grip on the ‘system’ here.
So while Lucho was finishing up with a meeting I amused myself with shooting photos along Calle Florida. I even got a proposal out of it from the Cancho in photo #3… you know, ‘wink, wink, nudge, nudge.’ I politely turned him down and blamed it on my fictitious boyfriend. An eventful outing it was and I survived Calle Florida yet again.
POV = Point of View
(aka.. unimportant observations of one photographer currently running around Buenos Aires).
Calle Florida between Rivadavia and Avenida Roque Saenz Peña.
Men in important looking suits make their way along Calle Florida at the end of the work day.
With cigarette in hand this woman makes her way to the crosswalk.
Cancho, 45, makes his living shining shoes. He gets by, he says with a shrug of his shoulders.
Privacy can be hard to find in a city, unless you hide behind a steel beam while making a phone call.
POV: Subte
Music and movement and a couple of pesos richer. I wonder how much subte musicians can bring in??? I do no justice with still photographs and no sound. Sorry. I’ll get a multimedia piece up one of these days on the subte music. I ride the D line mostly. I like the guy who plays blues. Not bad on a beat up guitar. Hmmm, I think I have his number somewhere. Getting lazy Cate – getting lazy. Pardon me. I have a phone call to make.
As always, click on a photograph to see it larger
POV: The 141
The 141
Somewhere on a bus. This happens to be the 141 as we travel down Acoyte, 21:30ish, Tuesday. Did you ever wonder where they go or where they’ve been? Who? Them… the other riders. Some talking on the phone; others staring out the window at the streets passing by; one girl to my right sleeping. I like to invent lives for people on the bus. Like the guy I see Tuesday mornings with his daughter. I first saw him last year when I stared going to Ojo de Pez early in the morning. He would get on carrying his infant daughter, sleeping in his arms. He got on last week. She was older, awake, interested in the world, lots of wavy, brown hair. He must be going to a blue-collar job in those clothes, reflective stripped. His daughter to his mother’s house. She babysits. Maybe it is the woman on the left right now. Maybe she babysits her son’s daughter. Maybe she cleans houses. Maybe she cooks. Maybe she is heading home.
From My Point of View – Chaco
When humans live in such poverty, should animals be of concern? Is it a reflection of the state in which the people live? No food for the family. Certainly no food for the cat that hangs around, licking what ever crumb falls to the dirt.
I was kind of surprised the hungry dogs around the house have not eaten it.
El Impenetrable, Miraflores, Chaco.
A starving cat sits in the parched dirt as the shadows of the family that lives on the land are cast around it. The cat is not a pet. It lives nearby the family because that is its best chance of survival.
From my point of view ~ Grand Teton National Park
Less rain. More sun. At least one day out of seven. Look for the silver lining.
Look up, at least.
Grand Teton National Park. Wyoming.
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