Month: June 2017

Sparkle


Storm, after storm, after storm. That’s what you get down here. The rainy season. Like many tropical or semi-tropical places, summer is the wet season. And, the most humid season. Oh yeah. It’s also hurricane season. I’ll worry about that later. For right now, it means a lot of chances to photograph wet stuff. Sparkling stuff. Glowing stuff. Brightly colored stuff. It’s nature’s way of using an old photographer’s trick. If you want something to shimmer and shine, wet it down. If you want reflections where there are none let the water pool and shoot into it. For movies you may see whole city blocks soaked so that light bounces off of the pavement. Me? These days I’m lazy. I’ll just nature do the work. And chase the water and, most of all, the light. That’s what I did here. Then, I layered three pictures. Many people think that those little white flowers look like ghosts. At least they did on the bridge picture. Okay. Now, you have a lot of ghosts. Advertisements

Circle Game


Like a ring of fire. And, circles. I like circles. They are infinite. I like fire. It is purifying.  And, I like flower blossoms. They are restorative. All exist in nature. Nature seems to be where I’m headed in this new style of art. If I am intentionally making any kind of statement, it has something to do with nature. Or, the abuse of it. At least, lately. This is a picture that anybody could make at home. Since some of you have asked, here’s a little primer. Light the wick of a candle. A big fat candle. Let it burn a while. Photograph it. Just stick your lens over it and take a picture. Not too close. We don’t want a flaming camera. Go outside. Look for fallen flower blossoms. Preferably after a rain storm. Photograph them. Find some other bigger blossoms or flower petals. Photograph them. Pick your favorite editing software. Make three layers. Pick one of them for the base layer, which is most important. I used the candle since I wanted …

Upon Further Reflection


Another look at nature. Through the windshield of my car. That’s good, and well, not so good. I generally think you should walk around and explore the scene. But, sometimes staying in your car works out pretty well. Especially if you’re lazy like me and don’t feel like getting wet. Besides, I could not have made those wonderful little reflections showing the entire tree if I didn’t have a place for raindrops to land. I focused on the droplets rather than what was outside the car. It’s subtle, but that’s what makes the picture. The picture. The layering is much more simple than the work I did on my last few images. Two layers. Pink flower petals on a blue background. That’s it. I’ve always like the contrast between pink or magenta and some deep shade of blue. A little housekeeping. You may have noticed that Storyteller got a little weird a couple of nights ago. Nights, during my time. In New Orleans. The page went from white, to black, to white. The information on …

Slight Return Two


I seemed to be focused on a kind of rebirth. Nature was there. Man builds something. Nature returns. Nature is here. And, so it goes. And, goes and goes. The base picture was made on Central Avenue, or as you might know it, Old Route 66, in Albuquerque, New Mexico. The light there is astounding. And, it’s even more so around dusk when everything is painted in gold and yellow tones. The layer is trees that I photographed in New Orleans after the little tropical storm called, Cindy. The trees weren’t much by themselves. But, since I’ve been thinking in components I knew that would eventually have some use. I just didn’t know it would be two days after I made the picture. Once again. A mixture of old and new. I bit of my past. A bit of my present. To me, there a couple of things that make this picture. The first is pretty obvious. That red highlight which bounced off of the car’s windshield draws your eye to the center of the …

Maybe, Mother Nature


Well, maybe. Maybe this is Mother Nature. Or, at least my attempt at illustrating her. Just eyes peering through some very bright and beautiful foliage. Seriously, the eyes belong to a model I once photographed in New Mexico. We did a lot of trade; portfolio pictures for her, and stock imagery for me. The actual portrait of her is made digitally, but in black and white. The rest are my usual bits and pieces that I made around Uptown. New Orleans. If Mother Nature’s eyes look a little angry, that’s maybe because she is angry. Think about it. That’s all I should need to say about that. We just had an early season, named tropical storm, followed by another storm. This was just your normal, garden variety storm. That dumped 3.7 inches of rain in about two hours. That’s more than the three days of Tropical Storm Cindy. What? Huh? Meanwhile the Southwest — you know, where I used to live — has had days of extreme heat. Like 120 degrees or so. There’s no …

About Life


Life. This is a Sunday picture. Sort of. Kind of. It’s made of four elements. The main image is of the palm of my hand holding a king cake baby. I made that picture to show a friend of mine what the little plastic baby looked like and used my own hand for scale. The most basic of pictures. And, a very simple illustration. The other three elements are layers of flowers to add depth and a little mystery. And, mood. The color just seemed to emerge naturally. That’s it. This is one of those images that is what you make it. Again. Like most art. I see it as a kind of life, wrapped around the customs of New Orleans. After all, as much as Mardi Gras is about celebration, it is also religious in nature since carnival starts on the Twelfth Night, and ends on Fat Tuesday. The next day is Ash Wednesday, followed by Lent and finally Easter Sunday. Think about it. King cakes. What’s that about? Who came on the Twelfth …

Voodoo Bridge


I made this image last night. I showed my neighbor today, before I was ready to show you. The first thing that she was drawn to is that little ghost-like shape near the middle left on the bridge’s trestle. She saw it as a spirit. She called this picture, “Voodoo Bridge.” That’s the title of this post. I don’t have a better idea. Truth. I saw this image as an illustration of something that I always say about nature. She never loses. She seeks stasis. Eventually everything goes back to her. I was further influenced by something I was watching on Amazon Prime about Alexander the Great and his explorations. Apparently, he travelled into the current Afghanistan and Uzbekistan. It’s mostly desert today. But, once upon a time it was green, filled with water. Cities, towns and villages flourished. About 1,000 of them. Today, they are relics. Piles of stone. My neighbor saw the picture differently. She saw it as something mystical. A little spiritual. And, haunting. In many ways, I like that better. Which …

Not Unlike


After the storm. In the first hours after the rain stopped, the dogs needed to walk. So did I. Then the rain started again. And, stopped. And, started. For almost two days. That was mixed with wind. There is nothing like looking at poodle and cocker spaniel ears floating in the wind. To me freshly washed air is wonderful. It sparkles. Shines. Even if it is a little humid. While we walked, I made pictures. When we got home I processed them, layered them and tinkered with them. All on my phone. I thought that I would do everything on my phone including tag, copyright, watermark and post them. That was not to be. WordPress completely changed the interface on my phone. I have no idea how to use it. I should have known something was up when earlier in the day, I couldn’t switch between comment and like pages. That usually means they are working on something. Quite frankly, I don’t have time for these constant unannounced “improvements.” I went back to posting on …

Junk Magic


Junk Magic. I borrowed that from a record album title, which in turn was borrowed from a saying about places that are mostly junk and forgotten. But, have a special and maybe magical, feel about them. Like neighborhoods in New Orleans. First, the tropical storm. I have no idea what it’s doing upriver. I started this morning by reading a long piece in the New York Times about a musician called Craig Taborn. From there, I decided to play his music. And, take the dogs of their first long walk in three days. So, I haven’t read the news. And, that feels pretty good. That said, we are very windy, but bright and sunny with some white puffy clouds. It’s windy enough to make the cockers and poodles look like they are flying because their ears were lifted from their heads and fluttering straight out. They kept looking at each other as if to say, “you look silly,” and “it takes one to know one.” I made the base picture on Mardi Gras Day. The …

I Thought…


Yes. I just thought. I thought, that I’d better post last night and schedule it for today. Because. The storm hasn’t even officially made landfall. But, we’ve had strong winds and rain since about 1 pm yesterday afternoon. It may never really get stronger this far down river. But, you never know. Besides, you know how OCD I get about not missing a day. Last year, I took a few weeks off in July. By the end of that time I was pacing around waiting to get back to it. Anyway. If we have power in the morning (Remember, I wrote and scheduled last night), which I fully expect, I’ll update you on the weather. If not… well, at least you get to see a picture. And, I’ll be back when I can. UPDATE I promised you an update if there was power. There is. It is currently 10:15 am. The rain stopped for about an hour and there was just a slight breeze. Rain began to fall a few minutes ago. According to NOAA, …