Something like an experiment.

Another day. Another experiment.

I made this picture in the usual way. My original post production work was very bright. Very poppy. It was pretty good. But, these days I want a little more. So, I kept working and tinkering until I got beyond where I thought the picture should be. This is the result.

It also begs the question, why paint? A couple of you here and on other social media suggested that I try again, especially after I discussed the three-hour salon. One of you said something that struck a funny chord with me. “If you don’t go, how can you leave?” It’s true. And, it’s way deeper than just those few words.

Aside from learning to paint. Or, more accurately, trying to learn to paint, there is a socializing aspect to it. Photography can be a semi-lonely pursuit. For most of us, it is best to work alone. In the field. In the studio. In the digital darkroom. Or, wet darkroom it we are still lucky enough to have one. I do know a lot of photographers. I rarely see them. I know even fewer artists in New Orleans.

See where I’m headed? I would have the chance to talk about art with other artists. It doesn’t matter at which level. We all learn from each other. Besides as a painter, I’m barely a beginner. Below barely.

The picture. I alluded to the original image up above. I removed a lot of color. I made sure that everything left was a sharp as it could be. I added something that looks like canvas and played a little.

Dusk comes to the wires.

I’m often struck by the leading lines of a simple set of electrical power lines. Except, this one isn’t so simple. It also should help to answer the question about why we have so many power failures. From an artistic standpoint, this place is fun. From a more practical view, this system is a mess. No further comments are needed. Heh!

I still think I am a painter in a hurry. A change may come. When I dropped my work off for my next juried show, I was talking about my lack of painting ability to one of the owners. They have a sort of salon – workshop on Monday nights. All levels. All abilities. Three hours for $12, which seems really inexpensive to me. That’s for a model and instruction. My business mind asks the question, where can you be entertained anywhere for $4 an hour?

So. I may try it out.

This picture. One of my wire pictures made painterly. That happened in post production. Oh, and see that little white dot towards above the top wire in the left center of the frame. That’s the moon. A wide angle version of the moon. All work was done on my new iPad Pro, including adding the copyright symbol which has eluded me for a long time on portable devices. A little bulb went off last night. It’s in the emoji files.

There is some practical purpose to those things.

BTW, spellcheck wants to turn emoji to Ebola. Hmmm.

Still a little like fall.

Still Fall.

Leaves are still falling. Sort of. Around here leaves never really turn into the warm colors of fall for long. Mostly, they turn, die and drop to the ground. This happens in one day. I suppose that if I wanted fall color I’d have to chase it somewhere to the north. I keep saying that I will, but I never plan for enough in advance. Someday.

There is a huge second line tonight. For Fats Domino. Since it’s been publicized in every possible place that it could be, I expect a huge turnout. Except that it starts at 5pm. That means  that those folks who have real jobs will probably just be leaving work. You know. Rush hour.

Assuming my poor old creaky back is in the mood, I’ll be there. You never know with physical issues. I already know that I won’t photograph it the way I would in the past, which would mean a very long walk and a climb up stairs that look more like a ladder. I’ll either photograph the start or the end, which is in front of Fats’ house. Probably there.

This picture. What we in Southeast Louisiana call Fall. That’s about it for color. Hahahahahaha.