I was in the middle of writing the Nimes post when it got erased. I’ll rewrite it later, but here’s the pics for now.  Deal with it.

Ok, here’s the skinny on Nimes: Nice city, but terrible town. Arles was small and quaint. Winding streets, blind corners, and lots of places to get lost. I loved Arles. Nimes, on the other hand, grew up a bit more.

Nimes has a bigger coloseum than Arles, and the city is much more spread out. You can tell that it’s been like thes for several hundred years just by looking at where things are in Nimes. It’s quite a distance between historic monuments and buildings. Statues and temples are spread out over a pretty large area, so Ntahna and i walked a lot in Nimes.

While I really liked the things I saw in the city, I wasn’t impressed by the city as a whole. My main goal in traveling to places like these is to see the older architecture and infrastructure. Nimes is very much a modern city build around older sections.

I’ll certainly go back to Nimes, but only for one thing. I want to camp out in the coloseum. The way it’s setup, you could easily just not go out at closing time. I want to take a tripod, a couple of off camera flashes and do some long exposure night photography in the hallways of the coloseum. THAT would be amazing.

You can see still larger versions of these at Flickr as well.

Thanks to the keen developer’s insight from Ben, the guy who wrote PhotoXhibit, the IE problem is fixed. The galleries below should show up fine for everyone now. You can still see everything at Flickr, but I know you’d rather be here. approach

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When I was in college I had this class (shut up Nathan), and in it we watched a lot of TV. Well, we were supposed to. At the moment watching TV became homework, I started playing in Photoshop. Two great things came out of this: 1) I became a designer, 2) by listening to the discussions in class, I got to hear from a teacher something that I had known for years. That there was a formula to television programming.

I was shocked. Shocked! To learn that TV does the same thing every book, story and 7,000 year old epic narrative poem has done. TV, it turns out, saves the best stuff for last. Those cheeky bastards make us wait to find out all of the sensational sordid details. These captains of the entertainment industry withhold the good stuff until we’ve plowed through the slag.

Well, I know you’re only here for the pics, so enjoy these.

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I could open up lightroom and find out how many sub folders I have for the city of Barcelona, but that would take time. Time better spent NOT finding out. It’s the ability to make these tough calls that grants me the title of Kevin Welch. Now, about Barcelona.

It was hot in the city of the Catalans. Hot the way the little trey of apple stuff in the microwave dinner is hot when you pull it out of the microwave for dinner. That is to say, the city was molten and sticky, and… apple flavored.

Here’s the pics. The post continues after the jump.

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We had an hour or so to hang out in this little french coastal town. We come down the hill that you see in the first shot and we’re standing at this wall overlooking the harbor. I already had my camera out but Nathan looks at me and says, “seriously, just take a lot of pictures here, don’t give all that BS about composition and framing and light and shit. Just get a lot of this, ok?”

Telling me to not compose the shot is like asking a sleepy drunk to drink his beer, and then NOT fall asleep in awkward and some times dangerous places.

Am I right?

I am, take my word for it. Now, The photos from Carbere, France. The hippie looking jerk w/ the backpack and official “I Hate Razors” t-shirt is Nathan.

NOTES: Photos number 4 and 5 (top row, last two on the right) really show off the ND Gradient filter. Photo 5 especially. I had to pull the blue saturation down in post so as to make this shot work/look real. My favorite photo in this set is is the cyan-heavy railroad crossing signal that I shot from the hip as we were walking back to the train station.

Side note on the town, 8+ euro for a coke and a coffee. French bastards.