Around dusk. Dusk. Purple skies for which to be grateful. The picture doesn’t exactly look like clouds, but trust me, they are. I was out walking, I wasn’t doing too much talking, when I looked up and saw this. Whew. Nature outdid herself, I thought. I went on a fool’s mission of trying not to […]


The birth of a nation. That’s what we are celebrating in The United States on this day. It’s a time for flag waving, BBQing, eating hot dogs and hamburgers, lighting fireworks and forgetting what the day is really about. The day is really about my country declaring our independence from the British. Having done that, […]


Even though I have a routine when I publish on Storyteller, there are days when WordPress sets out to defeat me. They did that yesterday. If I’m on some kind of loose schedule, I try to write the next days post very late at night. I was foiled last night. There was a software failure […]


Now it begins. Rain. Heat. Humidity. A southern summer. I’ve gotten used to it, but it lasts so long. We’ll be lucky if the weather begins to cool off in mid-October. Although with the pandemic age, time still has almost no meaning. I continue to think Friday is either Thursday or Saturday. I continue to […]


Summertime. I know summer started a few weeks ago, but I wanted to show you a few pictures from my past. So, the real colors of summer start on July 1, in the age of the pandemic. The picture is pretty. It looks and feels like a rich, verdant summer lawn. With a golden leaf […]


What does it mean to travel? I mentioned that sometimes it feels really weird to say as I’m leaving, “I’m going to the Quarter, does anybody want to come?” I used to do that a lot. I don’t do it so much these days. I should. People come from all over the world to walk […]


A lot of thought. Art, in its best form, is supposed to make a connection. It is supposed to make your viewers or readers feel something. A lot of people have been doing that to me. A friend of mine lost her dog last week. The dog was old and it was time. She wrote […]


Get out of the French Quarter, I tell visitors. I don’t mean quite as far out as the locations in these pictures. Going to some of these places would mean really long days for some of them. But, I live here. I can pick them off one by one when the light and the heat […]


Thinking about what I saw. I saw a lot. When I returned to New Orleans after my time in New Mexico, I wanted to see what remained of the storm. After all, I’d been gone for almost five years. It turns out that there were some 60,000 buildings decaying. The new mayor managed to cut […]


Black Masking Indians. I made this photograph on a Super Sunday celebration, on the Westbank. The name Westbank means the west side of the Mississippi River. Parts of the area are still considered to be part of New Orleans. I made this picture after photographing two second lines, jumping in my car, taking the bridge […]