One day it’s cloudy. One day it’s bright. One day it’s cold. One day it warms up. Then, there are the hourly changes. That’s Southeast Louisiana. Enjoy it while you can.
February 2015
Somewhere Out There
I got the idea for publishing the top picture from a Facebook friend who said something like she didn’t think telephone poles could be art until she saw a picture I published a couple of days ago. Well, if poles lining the sides of pictures might be art, what about a picture made up of […]
Rebirth
Rebirth. Nature always seeks stasis. Even among the ruins of The Ninth Ward in New Orleans. Winter 2015. New Orleans.
The Edge
New Orleans. It’s not quite what you think. Is it? When you get out in the far reaches of the 9th Ward, the city turns into country and back again. I made this picture from the levee at the Industrial Canal. This is the levee that broke and flooded the Lower 9th Ward. But this is closer to […]
A Little Change
Missing. Ain’t der no mo’. There used to be houses in that field. Hurricane Katrina took care of that. Here we are. A decade later and the area looks pretty good. But… check out the details. Look at that house in the background, on the left. It still has a blue plastic roof. A Katrina […]
In a Jazzy Place
Remember that really colorful second hand-antique store picture I published a couple of days ago? This place was two doors down from it. Sometimes, it’s easy. Sometimes it’s very hard. Georgia O’Keeffe was once quoted as saying that she never worked when it was hard. Lucky her.
Homeward Through The Haze
Sometimes I surprise myself. The camera did this. It auto focused all by itself. But, I liked it. New Orleans skyline and I-10 traffic at dusk.
Little Mysteries
Oh, little mysteries, little mysteries. Yeah, little mysteries, little mysteries could be next to you. — Rickie Lee Jones from “The Evening of My Best Day.” The picture from The French Quarter, New Orleans.
Mardi Gras Odd and Ends
There you have it. Mardi Gras 2015. In New Orleans. Time to move on to the next thing. Probably work that is a little more personal. At least, not so event-driven. I hope. I’ll see you there.
