One of Louisiana's foremost photographers, A. D. Lytle (1834-1917) is best known for his Civil War images of Baton Rouge, which have been compared to the work of Mathew Brady.
One of Louisiana's foremost photographers, A. However, Lytle also aimed his lens at the city in peacetime, making portraits of townspeople and pictures of downtown Baton Rouge, Louisiana State University's first campus, and the south Louisiana landscape, among other subjects.
That is about a little over 4 hours of non stop shooting in near 32 degree F weather.
Nicole Lauren Deen Nature Photography. That is about a little over 4 hours of non stop shooting in near 32 degree F weather. Wilmington, NC (About 40 miles north of) Dec-13-2017 .Through the Eyes of a Photographer. 17 November at 14:06 ·. This version of this photo reminds me of the song, "Please Don't Go!" Nov 2019.
Courtesy of: Merle R. Suhayda, e. A Lifetime’s Devotion: Through the Eyes of Photographer Andrew D. Lytle 1857-1917, CD-Rom (Baton Rouge: Louisiana State University Press, 2000). Dying in prison is a reality at Angola. The electric chair served as a constant symbol of death under incarceration, c. 1950s. Courtesy of: Louisiana State Penitentiary Museum.
An Eye of Silver: Andrew D. Lytle, Baton Rouge Photographer, 1858–1917". East Baton Rouge Parish Library. Retrieved August 6, 2014. "Foundation for Historical Louisiana". 1960), "Television Stations: Louisiana", Radio Annual and Television Year Book, New York: Radio Daily Corp.
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Andrew D. Lytle's Baton Rouge book. Andrew Lytle was more than a studio photographer, though. Thousands of northern soldiers and sailors came through the city during that time, and Lytle, a native of Ohio, photographed them in his studio, on the riverfront, in camps, on boats and ships, and from a bird's-eye view atop buildings.
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Charles Baudelaire 1855. The three faces were extraordinarily serious, and the six eyes contemplated fixedly the new café with an equal admiration, but shaded differently according to their age. This poem was the beginning of a very long, incredibly illuminating conversation between myself and some people very dear to my heart. The father’s eyes said: How beautiful it is! How beautiful it is! You’d think all the gold in this poor world was on its walls. The eyes of the little boy: How beautiful it is! How beautiful it is! But it’s a house only people who aren’t like us can enter.