I see love/

Photography is so much of the time merely a projection. Does that make sense? What I mean is that when I take pictures of things in houses, I tend to see something more in them. On a psychological level, it could be more about me than it is about the person whose home it is. Hopefully it's about both of us. I have been thinking about this a lot with all the editing I have been doing for the European book (really need to figure out a title!). This image is the perfect example, although not from the book. It is from Věra Janoušková's atelier in Prague. It seems innocuous - a bookshelf with some pipes. But I saw this and I saw love. I had seen a couple of photographs of Vera's husband sitting around smoking pipes. It is clear that these were his, but he passed away years ago, so clearly she kept them beyond their "use". So to me they were a symbol of her love for her husband. How much of this is about me and how much is about Vera? I honestly have no idea...

quilt/

Isn't this quilt amazing? Just ran across this image and it has rekindled my interest in finding an inventive quilter. I shot this in Brno at Věra Janoušková's Atelier but have no idea who the artist is.
If you know of an inventive, original quilter, let me know.

saturday night pic/just because

from Věra Janoušková atelier in Prague.

věra janoušková atelier/prague

Chalk it up to good old fashioned fatigue, but between shooting in Prague and Brno and simultaneoulsy editing (and editing, and editing...) my NYT People Watching post (heads up, it will post on Monday!), I just don't have a lot to say today. I am knackered!
So I am going to keep it simple with just a few shots from my visit to the artist, Věra Janoušková's atelier in Prague. A really amazing space.