Crossing the Bridge
Crossing the Bridge

A couple of semi-left out images. Just a little drive by work… I doubt these will get stolen. Remember that very graphic picture of the bare trees against the backlighted cloud that I published here yesterday? A guy with whom I went to high school, liked it when he saw it on Facebook so much so that he used it on his page. No thanks. No credit. What should I do? Because it’s him, my first inclination is to not ask him to take it down. He already knows better. My first inclination is to have my attorney send him little love letter with an invoice attached.

Whaddya all think?

I’m pretty generous with pictures. Early last week a friend of mine who is starting a beautiful travel agency website (he’s shifted careers and has become a travel agent … go to  just sort of casually asked if I have anything from New Orleans. He’s actually from New Orleans. He knows I have  stuff from New Orleans. Heh, heh, heh. Without any second thought I sent him, I think, ten pictures. He’s a friend.  He asked. No problem. Happy to do it. He back linked me. That’s my pay. I’m happy. He’s happy. The world is right.

But, just stealing a picture from me because you can… well, that ain’t happening. It’s time for artists of all disciplines to take back what is ours.

These pictures?

They are a great example of what not to do. Don’t photograph and drive. Don’t text and drive. Don’t drink and drive. For most people, it’s probably not a good idea to change the radio station and drive. You can see great examples of how some people drive on the interstate. Just look at the cement guard rail on the highway itself. On both sides of the highway, in fact. It seems like a lot of people have been bouncing off of them. Look at all those tire marks. How hard is it to drive in a straight line? Apparently, it’s harder than I thought. What do I know?

The Mercedes Benz Superdome.
The Mercedes-Benz Superdome.