What the Dog Saw… Again


What the dog saw. Again. For those of you who are new to Storyteller, I publish an occasional series called “What the dog saw.” It is based on our walks during the week. We actually are owned by six dogs. But, this dog, in particular, thinks that I belong to her. Even though all ofContinue reading “What the Dog Saw… Again”

In the Morning


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 skiesContinue reading “In the Morning”

Like Cotton Balls


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 littleContinue reading “Like Cotton Balls”

Let the Games Begin


Experiment day. For those of you who have been around here for a little bit, you know that Sunday is often the day I post experiments. Could be in shooting style. Or, in post production. Or, in content. In this case it is everything. A few days ago, one of the post production apps —Continue reading “Let the Games Begin”

The Neighborhood


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 wasContinue reading “The Neighborhood”

It Takes Me There


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 USPSContinue reading “It Takes Me There”

On Thanksgiving


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…Continue reading “On Thanksgiving”

Patterns


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 thoseContinue reading “Patterns”

Ordinary People


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, IContinue reading “Ordinary People”

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