So many photos, so little time. Who can, who will indulge the photographer, who, does not find editing the natural order of things. From time to time, I WILL over-saturate my website with the photos that I am holding near and dear to me, to tell a story and to share the beauty that still exists everywhere, every day. Our times are a changin' and for most of my friends, family and colleagues, that is worrisome and our concern for so much is hanging in the balance of our lives. So meanwhile, I will continue to use my tool, my instrument so that I can face the day bravely, not knowing what lies in the path ahead. Thank you for taking the time to view my world...
Dear viewers, this is really NOT a blog! I'm not going to presume anyone has the time or interest to read or view my photos daily or even weekly. Once upon a time I tried! But time is of the essence and travel, editing and processing takes a lot of those hours in a day, as does the minutiae of everyday life. But alas, I have culled through over 5000 photos shot in two weeks time in Mexico, the country I wanted to visit and record for oh so long. Here are the first of two montages that I have composed of some of the people I met along the way. There is one story in particular that should be told at this time in current affairs. But instead of divulging too much, I dedicate the "Nino's of Mexico" to my little Paso Nieta, whose second birthday is today, 2-18-16. I met the dear girl before her own Abuelo has. This is the story of modern Mexico with mucho mas to soon come!
3 thousand 7 hundred plus miles round trip burning rubber to the road. I challenged my stamina, eyes, shoulders and mental durability beyond what I've done heretofore, driving a rental car 8 hour stretches for 2 solid weeks with a few stops in between. The goal and celebration, a mother's (mine) special birthday. Flying might be quick but there is so much to read between the lines. Such as---America's landscape is littered with fast food restaurants and one hotel chain too many. And much to my surprise and delight, I discovered, during this period of commemoration of the 50th anniversary of the Selma march, that most towns and cities we traveled to and through, had an MLK or Martin Luther King Drive, Road, Street or Boulevard. How great is that?!
A long drive from 5-14 degree days to some of the same and a bit upwards, a south that should have been warmer but had other plans, is just what my spirit needed. Friends not seen for too many years, family that I don't see often enough, as well as cities revisited or never laid eyes on. Harrison, Adam, 2 Toms, Louis, Diane, Helen (Tzvia), Ibby, Hugh, Grace, Carolyn, Hanifa, Yvonamor, Gene, Lena, Olivia and Mom. Durham, Charlotte, Atlanta, Birmingham, New Orleans, Lafayette, Jackson, Chattanooga, Lexington, Shippensburg and too many gas stations in too many towns. Point being, this photographer can do more than point and shoot, she can drive and point and shoot and is always eager and ready. Projects and assignments are welcome or as they say, have camera, will travel!!!
For the diehard fans of roadtrip photos and/or friends, family or other innocent victims that might have come before my camera, feel free to click on this link for more photos and to view the images, included in the montage, a bit larger!
Butch Morris left his mark, in such indelible ink that two years and nine days later, the community of musicians, still gather together on yet another cold winter's night to celebrate his special brand of music history, his so-called "Conductions", and to commemorate what would have been his 68th birthday. Some of the dearest of the musical brothers and sisters of Lawrence D. "Butch" Morris, showed up with their instruments and others with their ears, along with the most devoted of his fans and friends and family, including son Al Digs, who is earnestly and honestly carrying forth his father's legacy, this concert being just one of those endeavors. According to Al, a new album of Butch's compositions is in the works, something that will further enrich the musical archives of the 21st century. I might not have been in Butch's "inner circle" of friends, and there were probably many, however, after one very special photo portrait session with him, in my earliest years of my tenure in New York City, there was never a time that Butch did not acknowledge me and greet me with kindness and enthusiasm and that I did not feel like he was happy to see me which made me feel special and respected. I did not and do not feel that from every member of the jazz world and I have and will say that often. So for this and so much more, thank you Butch for showing up on this earth and making it a better, kinder, happier place!
Please follow this link to find out more about the life and times of Butch Morris... http://www.conduction.us/
You may see more photos from "The Long Goodbye" concert here: http://www.enidfarber.com/enid-farber-fotography/recent-shoots/
This week, following last, snowmaggedon has been the topic du jour, on our frostbitten minds, some would say we dodged a bullet, the big one, the final chapter of sorts. It was all hyperbole after all but then some also said, "better safe than sorry". I had a few music shoots, some assigned and paid for, some elective for posterity. But one night and a bike ride to lower Manhattan, I visited the 9/11 Museum at a place, still referred to as Ground Zero, a time when disaster did not come with a warning, and where the emergency response demanded all of our inner and outer resources, from local and federal governments and communities affected directly and not. Since the timing of my visit to the museum was merely one week earlier than this blizzard 2015, I choose to share these images I shot within and outside the museum, showing just a bit of what awaits those who want to revisit this history and those who just need to learn about it.
It is a personal decision, guided for some by politics, others curiosity and most humanity, whether to visit the museum and/or the memorial grounds. Living in NYC affords one the opportunity to go once or as many times as necessary to take it all in and there is so much that it requires more time than the 2 1/2 hours I devoted. For you good people who live here, especially those that lived here then, please know that on Tuesday nights you can go for free from 5:30 pm- 8:00 (closing time) but you must sign up online in advance to book the limited tickets. I was able to secure two within 3 weeks of my search. I've heard many say they could not visit for fear of the strong feelings it might evoke but I think that you will find it to be a great museum like any that offers artifacts and history. Yet be prepared for all kind of feelings to emerge, from sorrow, anger, fear, uncertainty, nostalgia, etc. Here is the link to get tickets and learn more. http://www.911memorial.org/museum.
Stay safe, warm and hopeful...
It's cliche without apology, but call it an embarrassment of musical riches and you will have described daily life in New York City, still, without fail, the one and only city that offers such a
roster of stellar talent, a big gulp that should never be banned, regulated or censored! I never manage to even skim the surface of offerings in one night, let alone one week but the week after
everyone should be resting and recovering from the previous month's holiday festivities, the New York jazz world is blazing out of control and even if New York's firefighters knew which direction
to turn (all four corners), they wouldn't be able to extinguish the heat! I have been one of the privileged witnesses and documentarians of these offerings over the last 15 plus years and this
year truly delivered. My weekly montage (a week late due to the overwhelming load of work and subsequent post-production) features some of my favorite images and a melting pot of musical styles.
I discovered some great new talents and rediscovered and was mesmerized by some I've known for many, many years. Included here are: (top row)-Brandon Ross & J.T. Lewis, E.J.
Decker & J.D. Lewis (no it was not intentional to line up all these initialed
musicians!), (2nd row)- Eric Lewis a.k.a. ELEW, Les Kurtz, Lisa Hilton & Camille Thurman, 3rd row (Henry Butler, Bria
Skonberg, Andrea Tierra & hubby Edmar Castaneda, (bottom row)-Geri Allen, unknown violinist & finally THE man,
I certainly urge and recommend you spend a moment to get to know some of these musical talents and to also discover and rediscover your very own. As well, you can learn about Winter JazzFest at their website: (http://www.winterjazzfest.com/).
Thank you for looking and listening, as always...
There are many ways I could sum up the past year in photos, with only my photos, many shot because my passion demands that I do so, whether for monetary means or not. However, before the first full week back to business as usual begins in this New Year of 2015, I want to recall and remember and rejoice over one life that ended too soon, at the end of 2013 that many of his friends and colleagues wished to commemorate at the beginning of 2014, but that was not to be. This year, on Friday the 9th, 2015, that WILL be. Bobby Jackson was there at the beginning of my own life span as a documentarian/photographer of this great music tradition, so far named JAZZ, that we both shared passionately, that no matter what sacrifices it meant personally and financially, we endured and continued to promote in our parallel universes. Bobby and I began that journey in Atlanta, Georgia. When I left to make my place in the center of the JAZZ universe, New York City, in 1985, Bobby was still in Atlanta carrying the torch until he transferred his own journey to Cleveland, Ohio. We lost touch briefly, but his birthplace of NYC brought us back together during annual JAZZ conferences and we never lost touch again, until his untimely demise. No one, nowhere, expressed and held higher regard for my art, my struggle, my contributions to the music, than Bobby. He helped me hold my head high when I was sure I had wasted my life in pursuit of artistic fulfillment and not financial security. He interviewed me for his celebrated radio program and he lent me his shoulder when maybe he is the one who needed one.
This montage is full of photos that I did not capture, except for the one in the middle, of Bobby when he was working in television in Atlanta, back in the day. However, I wanted to share his beautiful life with those who knew him and those who did not, to thread together some key moments in pictures by creating one out of many.
With love always, Enid
To visit the website Bobby was developing and wanted to prosper, please click here: The Jazz Mind
There is no greater gift that I can give this season of giving, then to share the spirit of the Jazz Foundation of America's annual Xmas gathering of precious musicians, supporters staff and friends. This "Collection, of Colorful, Charismatic and Creative Souls", is a sampling of some of the beloved ones that this foundation has supported and continues to support with ever more grit and determination, each and every year. I have assembled, in a collage/montage, a few of the images that I am finding delightful, even if the weather outside is frightful! There are so many to list, but one that I cannot resist naming is the man in the middle and on the bottom row with the sax, the almost 100 year old Fred Staton, need I say more. 100 and still blowing and going strong. On this Xmas, and about to be brand new year, it is this man's indomitable spirit that should remind us of the truest gift of all, life, and the hope that for one and for all, a long and abundant life it shall be.
With love always, Enid
To see a slide show of images from this very special evening click here for recent work: http://www.enidfarber.com/enid-farber-fotography/recent-shoots/
To learn more about how you can ensure the music lives on and the creators are taken care of, visit: www.jazzfoundation.org.
Here Enid presents, her first photo montage in many years, (previously known as "Weekly Foto Montage"), in her first blog posting ever. "Marcus' Many Moods", many years later and yet only one evening recently, when the stars aligned at Le Poisson Rouge, and at the last minute, it was time to test my newly repaired performance lens, brave the extreme chill and hold on tightly to the reason she/I came to New York City, NY in the first place. This posting, this first time creating a montage, at the near end of the year 2014, is a symbol and commitment of my early and perhaps only New Year's resolution (a habit that usually eludes me), that once again, come rain or shine, her/my images, will not be made in vain and that whether self-assigned or commissioned and compensated, I/we will share my images beyond my/our personal archives. So dear people who have implored me, to never give up the dream, the desire and the discipline to keep creating, I share the first of those on my almost new website, enidfarber.com, and welcome you to enjoy the journey with me. Comments and feedback are more than welcome and most appreciated as this gift of life is for sharing!
With love always, Enid
To see a slide show of images from this very special event click here for recent work: http://www.enidfarber.com/enid-farber-fotography/recent-shoots/
To read more about this visit WBGO's webpage: http://www.wbgo.org/blog/wbgo-celebrates-blue-notes-75th-anniversary
"The camera is my instrument, in the best way that I can, I pay tribute to the musical artist, translating my love for the sounds they create into a photographic image which enables me to relive the experience long after the event. This way I have also been allowed to participate, and I, too, can play the music."