Summer condensation in a French Quarter window.
Summer condensation in a French Quarter window.

Same old thing. Collections of pictures. They are as the headline says. Water. Light. Color.

Oh, there’s some reflection mixed in. And, some graphic shapes. And some bokeh. Lots and lots of bokeh. Too much Bokeh.

Oh. Even though it looks like I’m not making any new pictures, I am. It took me just five days into the new month to push the button for me. That’s okay. This is a big project. And, there is other stuff going on. Music stuff. Family Stuff. Dog stuff. Not in that order. Usually.

As always, captions and stories can be found under the picture.

A few summers back, when I got home from the road, I’d go out early in the morning on Sunday just as the inside air conditioning was mixing with the outdoor humidity. I made this picture on Royal Street, in The French Quarter.

First picture after the storm.
First picture after the storm.

It doesn’t look it, but this is an important picture. In the summer of 2005, Southeast Louisiana was struck by a tropical storm and two hurricanes. Katrina and Rita. The tropical storm was upgraded, for legal reasons, to another hurricane called Cindy. Lucky, lucky us. After we evacuated prior to Hurricane Katrina, we originally landed in Lake Charles, Louisiana. We actually rented an apartment there. About a month later, Hurricane Rita rolled through. Directly through Lake Charles. We hit the road again. After almost 23 hours of back roads driving, we found a motel that would take us and our dog in Mountain Home, Arkansas. We arrived at around 3am. I was so wired and tired that I awoke at about 6am. I had to make a picture. My sanity was at stake. This is the first picture that I made.

Car taillights in the rain
Car tail lights in the rain.

Me, rain and tail lights. This picture was made in Treme, New Orleans.

Winter trees in the Seine.
Winter trees in the Seine.

I made this picture during one of the hardest photo tours ever. It’s a long story, but we worked in New York, London and Paris. We had one of the most penny-pinching crews ever. The main players were — shall I say — difficult. Rather than kill somebody, I took a walk along the Seine. Nothing like Paris in winter.

Night lights and raindrops.
Night lights and raindrops.

More light, more rain, more color. I took this picture in the Central Business District of New Orleans.