Shabby pastels

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Boa Vista in the African island nation of Cape Verde is sparsely populated and sleepy – a paradise far away from the strains of European urban life.

Its main town, Sal Rei, is home to around 6,000 people, while the former capital Rabil is more like a village. Its houses are modest, built with blocks and colourfully decorated, although the paint quickly peels in the tropical sunshine. The homes around the main square in Sal Rei are a little more grand, but also with a charming air of dilapidation.

My hotel was newer and inevitably in much better condition, with rustic yellow and light brown walls, which caught the sun beautifully.

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Fit for a queen

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Greenwich in London is a remarkable concentration of architectural riches. In a small area you can visit the splendour of the Queen’s House, a handsome pile of majestic columns, crowned with the beautiful swirl of the Tulip Stairs.

It’s just a short walk away to the commanding site of the Old Royal Naval College, with its domed Painted Hall and fabulously intricate chapel. These gems may be full of the grandeur of old, but with symmetry and pure lines of their contemporary successors. A photographer’s joy.

And thanks to Cindy Eve of3 Days in Londonfor recommending the trek to this popular corner of the city.


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Winter Pond

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The ducks are of two minds. I’m a bother, but I am something to yell at. Some jump to the ice. At dusk, the ducks might as well be ice. Winter pastels fade into brilliant blues and reds that spread from the horizon across the pond, the field, the day.

“Those ducks . . . they don’t know what ice is,” a jogger calls to me from up on the trail.

I don’t know how to answer. “Ducks?” I say.

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Splash

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After a good rain, the little falls at Yuko En will splash right up on you if you get down close. Closer, and you’re sliding toward the blue and gold light, the rising mist, the planes of crystal glare. From the edge of the sidewall your feet hit the falling water, the force pushing against you as you imagine water arcing toward you from all directions. After a good rain, the little falls is the place.

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Frank J. Casella, Photographer, US – Chicago

From 1 Artist 2 Another

“Today I just call myself a photographer; I make pictures of goodness and hope.”


frank-j-casella-1425060945-mediumFrank J. Casella, Photographer, US – Chicago

Frank J. Casella is a Chicagoland photographer who has spent his lifetime perfecting how to make award-winning photography, to put an audience where his subject is [ Pictures People Listen To ].  Born and raised in a Family-Owned Business, Frank, photographed the Chicago ministry of the late Joseph Cardinal Bernardin, and was mentored by John H. White – Pulitzer Prize photojournalist. While he is known for publication photography, Frank’s main concentration is museum-quality Fine Art Photography. He focuses on the simple moments in life and on “Goodness and Hope”.  Frank believes that Art is not a luxury and says “making the world smile one person at a time in my thing!”

Artist Statement
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Photography for me is mostly about how the click of the shutter records history…

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