Remembering Jeff Lamb
March 23, 2011
Music is what life sounds like.
~Eric Olson
Leelanau Shore, photo by Jeff Lamb
A photographer I have long admired and was fortunate enough to spend a little time with passed away yesterday.
Jeff Lamb took photos of urban landscapes and landscapes that were not urban, blending a love of his fellow humans with his love of the structures they created in his work.
New Orleans to Northern Michigan, Ann Arbor to Amsterdam, he took so many photos that he needed two Flickr accounts, jeff lamb and leylabunny and a photo blog.
See this bigger in Jeff’s Leelanau slideshow and explore his work through the links above.
March 23, 2011 at 11:35 am
I have known Jeff for 20 years, he was wonderful and gifted. I love him like a brother, this is heartbreaking. He will be missed and remembered by many people.
March 23, 2011 at 11:51 am
Thanks Blake. I knew him mainly through the internet but really enjoyed meeting him a couple of years ago. His photos of Leelanau (my home) are absolutely gorgeous.
March 24, 2011 at 5:03 pm
[...] and lover of Leelanau, Jeff Lamb, who passed away this week. I hope you have a chance to learn more about Jeff and view his Leelanau [...]
March 24, 2011 at 8:01 pm
What a nice tribute to him.
A great loss to us all… I’m still in shock. He was one of a kind, to say the least. RIP good friend.
March 25, 2011 at 6:49 am
Thanks Matt. He was indeed one of a kind.
March 25, 2011 at 12:49 pm
[...] away this week and was a friend, photographer and lover of Leelanau. I hope you have a chance to learn more about Jeff and view his Leelanau [...]
March 26, 2011 at 8:43 am
Edward Vielmetti has posted a great Obituary for Jeff. There’s much more but it begins:
He has links to two other memorial posts:
Mark O’Brien’s ;Remembering Jeff Lamb and NOLAFemmes
March 26, 2011 at 7:14 pm
Jeff was an outstanding human being and a prolific archivist for New Orleans and we miss him terribly.
March 27, 2011 at 7:20 am
[...] Michigan Pics remembers Jeff [...]
April 27, 2011 at 12:15 pm
I met Jeff in the late 70s, through his mother Jane who worked on the same floor, in the Art & Architecture Bldg. We became acquainted, his mother our link. After she passed away I’d run into him all over A2, and frequently at the Treasure Mart where we both hunted and compared our own brand of treasures. I loved Jeff’s dry humor, his little wry smile and lastly, the way he looked at the world. I can’t believe he’s gone, but what a legacy he’s left us!