Picture of the Week #83 "Batman of Santa Monica"

Picture of the Week #83 "Batman of Santa Monica" Santa Monica, California USA 2010 Signed and Stamped

Okay, I manipulated this one. I took the image of "Batman" hanging around and waiting for tourists to pose with him, and then hovered him over the unsuspecting beach goers. He was actually standing by the sand and when I got home to my computer I silhouetted him, rotated him counter clockwise and then inserted him into the colorful beach scene. Maybe I should not reveal all this like a magician with his tricks? Anyway, the picture grabs your attention and that is a good thing.

Picture of the Week #82 "Smile"

Picture of the Week #82 "Smile" Paris, France 2003 Signed and Stamped

While crossing from the Right bank to the Left bank in Paris I looked across the bridge and saw this Asian couple. She was photographing him and all I could think was "smile". I don't think he did as she clicked the shutter. I am surprised that she didn't shoot across the bridge as it is much more picturesque background. But hey, it's her picture. This is mine.

Picture of the Week #81 "Stolen Moment in Fouquets "

Picture of the Week #81 "Stolen Moment in Fouquets" Paris, France 1990 Signed and Stamped

While waiting for my lunch at Fouquets on the Champs Elysee I couldn't help but to secretly grab this photo of a couple kissing at the table across from me. Perhaps they were just innocently toasting one another or perhaps they are celebrating an occasion being together or perhaps they are having an illicit lunch? All are possible scenarios. I'll never know the true answer, but the expression of the other people is priceless.

Picture of the Week #80 "Hangin' At The Car Wash"

Picture of the Week #80 "Hangin' At The Car Wash" Arrezzo, Italy 1990 Signed and Stamped

I rented a villa in a small town called Loro Cuifenna in Tuscany for the month of August. The villa was off the paved road and even off a dirt road and sat in the middle of a vineyard. The vines would brush against my car as I drove home. The owner was an artist and the house was filled with these simple but loving paintings that he had done. Every day he would leave me two bottles of wine. One red, one white. I would sometimes take one on my bicycle along with my cameras and a note pad and be off for the day. I would pedal over to Arrezzo 30 kilometers away for the antique market and to get some wonderful pictures. One day I encountered these guys gossiping while one washed his car. I couldn't help myself, I had to photograph it. There is something eerie about how the car just glowed in the late afternoon light.