For many viewers of the Ken Burns Jazz series, the languid pans of the striking still photography were among the real highlights. No surprise then, that an exhibition of photography (called, guess what, Jazz) from the series made its way around the Northeast, starting in Burns’ hometown of Walpole, New Hampshire and ending at the prestigious Chartwell Books in New York City. Pictured here at the opening of the exhibit in New York City are jazz photographers Chuck Stewart, William Claxton, William Gottlieb, and Jimmy Katz. If you missed the exhibit, you can go to pbs.org and see at least some of the images, along with various companion materials from the series.
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