Winter in the Sub-Tropics
Winter in the Sub-Tropics

Yes. I do like the sub-tropics. I have friends who live in New Mexico, Arizona, Colorado, Utah, California. When I check them on various social media, they are posting snow pictures. Better them than me. The first snowfall is always pretty. Quiet. Pristine. A different kind of beauty. A little exciting.

I know better. After a while snow becomes just something to be dealt with. Either it gets frozen and you run the risk of falling on your butt and breaking something. Or, it gets slushy and sticky. As it melts you get the mud. Sticky, slippery mud. Oh goody. And, in some places it gets worse. When I was a young boy growing up in Brooklyn, we were very snarkily proud of our black snow. You can just figure out how that happened.

Me? I like our weather most of the time. Of course, the summers are pretty rough. We are air-conditioned. Everybody is. Makes me wonder how the folks who lived in New Orleans did it in the old days. Yes, yes. High ceilings. Fans. Raised buildings. But, ever see picture of people in New Orleans from the post Civil War period through the 1940s? Men wore full suits. With ties. Suites made out of wool. Later, they wore cotton and linen and seersucker. But, still.

And yet.

I made this picture on December 31. New Year Eve day. It was coldish. Mid-to-high 50s. Bright light. The leaves were still turning. The skies were bright. No snow. No slush. Streets clear.

A couple of bits of housekeeping.

Always keep in mind that I’m not a writer. I’m lucky that I can write in the English language. Or, any language. I make typos. Sometimes I forget the proper usage of a word. Sometimes I don’t even know the proper usage. Spell check doesn’t catch that. Often, I just look at a word or sentence give it the snake eye and think, “That doesn’t look right.”

On some other social media somebody mentioned my vibrant and colorful pictures. Thank you. I’ve made my career on that. But, here’s a little clue for you all, the walrus was Paul. What? Wait….That’s Beatle song. Here’s the clue. Wait for the light. Shoot exactly the way “they” tell you not to. This picture is heavily backlighted. Yes. I shot directly into the sun and let it light up the leaves. And, from that comes the brightness and bright color. Here’s another clue. Stop following the technology. Histograms are great. Use it when you are having a problem. But, use your heart, mind and soul to take the picture. Follow your instincts.

That is it.