Prayers in Albuquerque.

When I lived in Albuquerque I was invited to take part in a photo competition. I usually don’t do those things because often they become popularity contests.

Not this time.

This was, what we used to call in school, a shoot off. Every photographer competed with every other photographer for a specific period of time, an hour in this case.

Most of the shooters were amateurs. For some reason they decided to dog me. I didn’t ever say that this is what I did for a living. I rarely do. But, I do have the photographer’s swagger and with a camera in hand I’m superman.

I did whatever I could to dodge and lose them. Or, if they did find me I’d look at exactly the wrong place. Sorry guys and gals but we are competing.

Anyway, I found this little chapel dedicated to Our Lady of Guadalupe. Ah ha. My picture. The statue was backlighted and very hard to photograph. Getting any detail in the flowers was next to impossible, so I didn’t worry about it.

I also made other pictures during the time allotted. Some of them were pretty good. But, this picture was the grand prize winner. It also put me in touch with The Albuquerque Photographers Gallery. They are a co-op. I became a member and for a time, the director.

This picture is still among my signature collection, I usually add it to my travel portfolio when I’m showing it.

Stay safe. Stay strong. Stay mighty. Wear your mask. Wash your hands. Keep your distance. Get your jabs. Look after each other. Be patient. Follow CDC guidelines.

The biggest technical issue with this picture is the backlighting from the window.

Expose for the highlight and the statue would have been so dark that I doubt I couple have repaired it in post production.

So, I went the other way and exposed for the statue, which is the subject of the picture.

I did what I could to darken those flowers in post production.

I had two other alternatives.

I could have moved the flowers, but I am loathe to do that with this type of work. It’s a kind of photojournalism.

Or, I could have used fill flash. But, this is a tricky location. Make the proper adjustments and the picture might work. Go too far and it becomes blown out. In a small room like this, that happens all too often.

One quick WordPress technical comment. Between yesterday and today they made a change.

Typing is now predictive. Normally I complain about changes in the night. Not this time. This saves my rear end.


1800s metal work.
1800s metal work.

I thought I’d show you a few more pictures from the cemetery at St. Philip Catholic Church in Vacherie. Since, I’ve written about this place just a few days ago, I won’t bore you with all the details again. I’ll just show you some crosses which date back to the mid-1800s.

If you take a good look at the pictures, you’ll notice that these cross are weather-beaten and have been flooded by various storm surges driven by big hurricanes. You’ll also see some tombs that have been freshly white washed. Since I couldn’t find anybody with whom to talk, I’m guessing that freshly painted tombs belong to families who still survive. Based on placement of the crosses and the tombs, I also think that the crosses came first and were later replaced with family tombs. I wonder about the cross in the middle picture. It is reminiscent of pictures of crosses I’ve seen in France and Belgium that were placed in cemeteries immediately after World War I. How and why a cross that was made for expediency’s sake came to be here is just one of those unanswered questions. One of these days I’ll get back here. Hopefully when there is somebody around who can tell me about the history of this place. I Googled around. The history is very incomplete.

The pictures. Not much work in post production. Mostly F 11 and be there. Let the picture do its thing. By itself.

Storm beaten.
Storm beaten.

Rusted and twisted.
Rusted and twisted.