My exhibit is still up at the Ceja gallery and they have incredible wine.
We'll be having an end of the exhibit fiesta, probably on Aug. 3, Sunday.
"Aqui Somos Puro Rojo" Exhibit -
Featuring photographs mostly from the Quetzaltenango department of Guatemala.
Sunday, May 4, 2008, 4 - 7pm
Ceja Tasting Salon
1248 First Street
Napa, CA 94559
(707) 255-3954
http://www.cejavineyards.com
Come and drink good wine and see some pictures at my first exhibit!
"Aqui Somos Puro Rojo" Exhibit -
Featuring photographs mostly from the Quetzaltenango department of Guatemala.
Sunday, May 4, 2008, 4 - 7pm
Ceja Tasting Salon
1248 First Street
Napa, CA 94559
(707) 255-3954
http://www.cejavineyards.com
www.liannemiltonphotography.com
Hope to see you!
Lianne
Hey there,
I have my first photography exhibit on Sunday, May 4, around 4ish pm at the Ceja Tasting Salon in Napa. The theme is based from a picture I shot of two school girls. On the gate of their school someone had written, in chalk, "aqui somos puro rojo" which roughly means, we are indigenous here. Most of the pictures that will be shown in the exhibit were taken in and around Quetzaltenango, Guatemala in 2003. There's so much more to photograph there, incredible stories. One of the sons of the Ceja family asked if I wanted to show my work. I decided to go with this because it fit the genre of art and photography they want to exhibit in their space.
For anyone following my blog, keep a watch because I will send out more details and exact times. So come see me! Drink good wine, i tell ya its so yummy its addictive, and good music!
thank you andrew! my only fan of the shutter to think photo blog! the only one who gives me enough shit to keep on postin'.....you are a motivator!!
Poster of the incumbent Pope at a church in Quetzaltenango -
The only boy in La Danza, Patzimaro, Michoacan -
Hay unos fotos nuevos a la izquierda < -------- se llama "Antigua".
There are some new photos to the left called "Antigua" pictures taken with a holga in May 2007.
Hola amigos. For my journalistic adventure, I brought my Holga to Guatemala to take pictures while I spent the day in Antiqua with my reporter friend Julissa. I love my Holga. love it. her. I think its a her. Annnyyywayy, I only got one roll out of the day. We mostly spent the day doing logistics stuff and planning our trip and stories. So out of that roll i got it all scanned so that I can finally share some pictures. This one is a procession around the central park. It was the week of Mother's Day and the catholics honor the virgin mary and all mothers with daily processions.
Being in Guatemala and shooting our stories, I really felt like i had a great sense of purpose. A purpose greater than what I'm doing at the paper I shoot for. Over there, a third world country, people understand the role of the media, of photography. They understand what our role is in the world. Here, I can't even cover a story about 60 of our Napa County firefighters [UPDATE 6/28: apparently only 12 of the 60 are from Napa] who are battling blazes in South Lake Tahoe. Its really frustrating. I feel like my purpose here is insignificant and the fact that I can't bring home the pictures that show the courage and endurance of these firefighters doing to protect the people and surroundings of Angola. Its important to show these pictures, to understand what their job entails, and to appreciate that they put their life on the line to do what they love. I understand that. And I want to show that. I love my job...or rather I love the idea of my job. But when I can't do my job as a photojournalist, I question what the paper thinks the role of news photography is in their community. They say they lack the resources because we are down two reporters (so if you know of anyone looking...there are openings for education and for ag) but what we really lack is the work. Or what they really lack is the risk. Without risk, there is passiveness and there is no story. I question my role here at this paper if we dont' cover the biggest news story of the summer in our area. At least this is the closest thing to that...Bay Area residents love Tahoe. For some, its their second home, whether they actually have a cabin or they camp. Its an environment that we all appreciate, care, and love.
This passiveness here is really smothering me.
a photo essay on the guatemalan border town of Tecun Uman, called Streams of Hope, in the photo album section to the lefty left. that way <------
more to come....
Hi Friends!
Here's another picture from my Tecun Uman story. I love this abuelita on the raft, patiently waiting to cross the Suchiate River, holding her handbag. While my experience on the raft wasn't nearly as calm as hers, it was certainly adventurous. I'm missing Guatemala!
Reporter Julissa McKinnon and I went to Guatemala the week of Latin America's Mothers Day, May 10, to report on some stories on the topic of women. We returned with two compelling portraits: 3 Honduran sisters, ages 10, 18, 32, seeking to reunite with their mother who is working in LA; and survivors of domestic violence living in a shelter/safehouse in the mountain city of Xela. Here are four pictures that sort of depicts the scope of what we reported on:
Catholic residents of Tecun Uman carry the Virgin Mary in a street procession on Mother's Day -
Two women walk down a busy street in the border town of Tecun Uman -
At Casa del Migrante in Tecun Uman, Carmen, center, reacts when her older sister, Sharon, decides to cross the river into Mexico with other migrants leaving her two sisters to return to Honduras -
A survivor of domestic violence tells the story of her turbulent past at a women's shelter -
Hello friends,
I just got back from an incredible 10-day trip to Guatemala. We spent half of our time in the sketchy border town of Tecun Uman along Rio Suchiate that borders Hidalgo, Mexico. Its a bustling town where people are coming and going, hustling, moving, migrating, etc. The first thing we heard when we arrived was "Van a Mexico?" by the drivers of tricyclettas. There is no border in Tecun Uman. Immigration is only controlled at the bridge. People cross the river by raft day and night for a number of reasons. Some go for the day to visit family or friends; goods or food are sent back and forth across the river as well as drugs. Coyotes transport people and migrants cross with just a backpack. I have much to edit but wanted to share a picture. A man loads a truck with a container of diesel that came from Hidalgo, Mx, across the river.
