In the morning. It wasn’t always my favorite time of day. I used to quote Bart Simpson who was really quoting Ricky Ricardo, who said, “There’s a 5 o’clock in the morning? When did they start that?”  For some reason, not the time change, I’m getting up earlier. Much earlier. I get to see skies […]


Nature. Go outside. Take a look around. There’s no telling what you’ll see. Like these clouds. I’m not sure that I’ve ever seen clouds quite like these. They look like corn rows. Cotton Balls. Maybe there are some faces hiding in there. Or, some animals. That’s up to you. The picture. Yes. It’s a little […]


The neighborhood. Just a street in Mid City. Not far from the old laundry building. The buildings are sort of typical of some older houses that have been handed down from generation to generation. And, survived the storm. Survived bad weather. Hot weather. Humid weather. So is each generation’s stuff. Typical. It survived. What were grandpa’s things was […]


A return. I promised you a few more details and pictures from this place. The General Laundry Cleaners and Dyers building. That’s its formal name. So. It was built in 1929. By Owner Robert Chapoit, after his laundry first building was burned to the ground. In the 1960s, the American Can Company used it. The USPS […]


Thanksgiving. Even though you may not celebrate it as an official holiday, no matter where you live in the world, you have something to be thankful for. For me — in no particular order — it’s family, children, friends, dogs, art, music, photography, my own ability to make pictures, health, life itself and, and, and… […]


Coming apart. I’ve written about, and published pictures of this place in past editions of Storyteller. I like to return to a lot of old places. I want to see how they are doing. I’m sorry to report, not so good. Despite being a National Landmark, this place is falling apart. Literally. See all those […]


Home. With different eyes. This is the first picture I saw. I took it. I wasn’t going to publish it. Yet. But, in an exchange of emails with a dear friend of mine, she was talking about ordinary people. It struck me that this picture might just be part of the new normal. So, I […]