Category Archives: California

Study in Pink and Shadows

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Virgen de Guadalupe

It’s days like today that I miss the voices, songs, and processions in my childhood neighborhood. There is something about the tradition of mothers and daughters winding their way through the neighborhood, to me that invokes the origins and peace of the Christmas holiday. S.IMG_3656 webIMG_1853_2aef_esperanzaPhotos copyright ana elisa fuentes

Las Fronteras: Sueños Comadres y Manos

Scan 20 Scan 14Ephemera from the Las Fronteras: Sueños, Commadres y Manos or The Borders: Dreams, Godmothers and Hands exhibit I curated for the Santa Barbara County Arts Commission, at a young age. It was such an honor to work with this group of talented Latina Artists, depicting their lives, culture, memories and relationships with one another, hence Commadres. The glyphs beside the text are from Mayan culture, the land my father was born.

Yesterday Today: A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words

webimg259 webimg263 webimg268 webimg269 webimg291Building my website has been an exercise in many disciplines.

Apart from viewing my professional history through my photographs, more and more I realize them for what they are: a record, a document and a mirror of our society.

One of the questions I have been asking myself recently is, how much have we grown as a nation? How forward thinking, have we become as a country?

We call ourselves the greatest democracy in the world, yet we are willing to destroy our natural resources,  sell our democracy to lobbyists whose only consideration is their own profit, and undermine our constitution, all in the name of progress?

Progress for whom?

This progress guarantees no future for our children and in the name of this progress we  give permission to take their lives prematurely in an epidemic called gun violence.

Not only is Congress giving permission and guaranteeing a shorter life span for children they are starving our children and working families while feeding the insatiable belly of corporations. Corporate greed and religious intolerance galvanizes and energizes the chasm dividing our nation, through a violence that especially targets the most vulnerable populations, children. As George Zimmerman said: “I was doing God’s plan.” His  justification rooted in a moral ethic that is supported by lobby espoused religious zeal, dressed up as law, entitling him to take the  life of Trayvon Benjamin Martin.

Have we really become a nation that settles for watching “reality TV” while dismissing, denying and refusing to participate in our own democracy?

Why are these same themes repeating themselves?

The life of an African-American males continues to be devalued and discounted, around the country and especially  in the very same regions that would take our right to vote.

Women are still fighting, clamoring for our right to own our bodies, to choose, to access healthcare.

The sentinels screaming the religious indignation of  ‘Right to Life‘ are the very same guardians obstructing health care outside the womb. The very same group body opposing the collective body of citizens in the right to vote, in equality for all people, of all colors and races, in life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness and in our inalienable right in freedom of speech.

In love thy neighbor as thyself, where is the love to feed those who do not have enough to eat because the appetite of corporate greed exceeded their neighbors?

These guardians, the very same sentinels whose right to bear arms will stand their ground in ‘Right to Life.’ Right to whose life?

We are in peril of losing one of our most precious pillars of democracy, and that is our right to vote. It is our collective voice. Our mandate. The navigation that guarantees our waters of democracy.

Our guarantee of an even keel for all, not just the few.

If a picture is worth a thousand words, then I have written a few toward this sum today.

These photographs, my copyright, were recorded while on assignment for the Los Angeles Times and will be available via my archive

Renewable Wind Energy Day

In honor of renewable wind energy day, wind turbine installation, California.

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foam foam and more foam

ocean.foamThe unpredictable and mysterious ocean foam

washes ashore Arroyo Burro Beach in Santa Barbara, California..

Yes, it is as toxic as it looks.

Some of the causes are as you might expect;

crude oil discharge from tankers at sea, motor oil, detergents, etc .. Contact with the foam

can cause skin irritations and respiratory discomfort.

All rivers and storm drains lead to the sea.

#worldoceansday

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from my photo assignment archive

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The bizarre world of humans and the cats that own them

Kitty Cat

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Wheel of Time

Kalachakra

Monks from the Namgyal monastery create the sand mandala known as the Wheel of Time or the Kalachakra at the Watts Towers Arts Center in Watts, a community of Los Angeles, California. More about the Kalachakra here http://www.buddhanet.net/kalimage.htm

 

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Melva, a community member contributes to the sand mandala.

photograph copyright, Ana Elisa Fuentes

Photographed using Fuji RDP medium format slide film

Honoring Don Calamar

Today I honor and remember with love the life of Don Calamar, a combat photographer and Silver Medalist who survived the Invasion of Normandy  also known as D-Day.  Don, was my first photography and photojournalist instructor and sometimes father figure.   I remember  his soft spoken manner. Don taught more by example.  He was unrelenting kind.  I remember this the most about him.

His later years were devoted to family, photography instruction, alternative energy, and peace activism.  Don was a positive influence in my life.

Always the educator, on one occasion after a family meal, Don and his wife Pat, were so excited to share with me how they prepared our dinner.  Guiding me to their backyard for cookies and tea, like eager school children, they unveiled the solar cooker they constructed in their garden backyard.

Don was one of the founding members of Santa Barbara Veterans for Peace and Arlington West.

I am so very grateful to have had a person like Don in my life, especially as a guiding force in my photojournalism career. Thank you for reading this tribute; a testimony to how one life can make an enduring difference in the lives of others.

I miss his goodness.