Édouard Boubat goes on to say "He, however, stops to watch it.​" The stone bridge crosses the Danube at Regensburg -- about 250 miles upstream from Vienna beyond which the river is not navigable to anything more than small craft. The bridge was begun in 1135. (obviously the roadway has been improved since then.) Regensburg was old then -- it was a Roman outpost already a couple of centuries old and the site of salt mines of great importance to the Roman empire. We don't ha

Edoard Boubat goes on to say: You are not an image, but a living woman. Your eyes are a mirror, in which everything that is not you is reflected: clouds, trees, birds, and me. I've been thinking about portraits a lot lately. My portrait of a red-haired, smiling young woman with a copious supply of freckles has always appealed to me. There is a new book (hot off of the press later this month) "Baldwin Street" by photographer Emmet Gowin. Contary to my pledge to not buy boo