Month: April 2018

Into The Magenta


Sometimes nature is amazing. The colors. The details. Rebirth. It all is wonderful. Even if you can almost set your calendar by it. Down here, spring starts early. By the first or second week of February. I’m sorry about those of you who still have snow on the ground. Really, I am. We’ve already been through a couple of cycles of blooms. These are the latest. Even they are fading. Spring is a good metaphor for life. It passes quickly. Don’t waste your time. One more thing. The Formosan Termites are here. Keep your doors and windows closed around dusk. If you live in NOLA. Advertisements

Annnnnd, Number Three


  “Right outside this lazy summer home You ain’t got time to call your soul a critic no Right outside the lazy gate of winter’s summer home Wondering where the nut-thatch winters Wings a mile long just carried the bird away Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world The heart has it’s beaches, it’s homeland and thoughts of it’s own Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings But the heart has it’s seasons, it’s evenings and songs of it’s own There comes a redeemer, and he slowly too fades away And there follows his wagon behind him that’s loaded with clay And the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom, and decay And night comes so quiet, it’s close on the heels of the day Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world The heart has it’s beaches, it’s homeland and thoughts of it’s own Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings But …

Experiment Number Two


A little more experimentation. A little more trickery in post production. And, a lot of red. Once again, I combined something man-made with something found in nature. The component that was found in nature is easy to identify. It’s a tree. I’ll let you guess about the man-made object. It’s fairly common. But, I doubt many people think about it. I’ve been wondering about something lately. I was talking to a new follower in comments. She said something about when she was “into photography.” I asked her why she stopped. She replied with the usual reasons which came down to “life got in the way.” This started me thinking about bloggers I haven’t read or seen in a long time. I went to my follower list and sure enough… about half the people that I follow haven’t posted anything in a six months to a year. That likely means, that they won’t blog again. I’m on the fence about removing them. One one hand, what does it matter if they are there? On the other …

Pure Color


I made this. Well, I assembled it in post production from four individual pictures. One of the most dominating pictures is something that might not even occur to you. We use a Nespresso machine around this place. Some people think it’s a little pricey to use everyday. I don’t. We like good coffee. If we went out to drink it, we’d spend about $20.00 a day. And, there would be the sunk time. This costs about $1.80 a day because I don’t buy Nespresso-branded coffee. I buy better coffee for less money. I drink it at home and I keep working. What does our coffee habit have to do with this picture? Check out the picture carefully. You’ll see coffee pods throughout. When we get a new shipment of pods we just toss them into a bowl. I believe that no matter what the manufacturer says about the blend, they all taste about the same. But, they package them in different color pods. I had no choice but to photograph them in the bowl. That’s …

Shapes


Shapes. In nature. I could try to make the same ones. I wouldn’t come close. It’s best that I just make photographs of what I see. And, show them to you. This is a walking picture. With the dog who sees things. The light was wonderful. Strong and low, with deep shadows. I stopped and made the picture. What else could I do? There isn’t much more to say. The picture says it all. Except. You knew I had a little more in me. I haven’t made a picture like this in a long, long time. I haven’t really seen this way in many moons. Once upon a time, a young designer called me “The Dean of Clean.” That’s how I saw. How I made pictures. Even how I design. I see to have gotten away from it a little bit. Since I’m reworking my website yet again, it’s time to remember who I am. Clean design. Not too many pictures. Certainly not enough to overwhelm the viewer. Minimal. On point. Clean. Clear.    

Sticks and Rocks


Rocks. Broken Wood. Sticks. New growth in the middle of all of that. The dog found it with her inquisitive nose. All I did was make the picture. And, frame it on the scene. And, further reframe it in post production, where I also made the image sparkling and glowing. Sometimes it’s easy to forget that humans and canines are also a part of nature. Dogs are a  good force in nature. They are little zen masters. They act in the moment. They forgive easily. They are always friendly if a human lets them be. Meanwhile, humans. Not so much. The more I see, travel and I read, the more I’m convinced that we are the most destructive force on earth. Yeah, yeah. Big hurricanes and earthquake do a lot of damage. But, that just nature’s way. It isn’t intentional. It isn’t mean-spirited. It isn’t for some profit motive. Nature seeks stasis. That’s all. You can draw your own conclusions. Me? I think it’s time to act way more than we have. And, I think it’s …

New Morning


Something really new. It’s not that I haven’t been trying. I’ve tried to make this picture for a couple of weeks. I’ve failed for a couple of weeks. When you use a smart phone at this level it’s sort of point and shoot. You get what you get. Finally. My spring picture. Grasses growing taller in a sort of forested area. This is one that says a lot to me. More than leaf pictures. More than tree pictures. More than spring bud pictures. This picture means summer is soon upon us. This means I’ll be searching for a new home. For the summer. The heat and the humidity have gotten the better of all of us.  By us, I mean most of the people who live in New Orleans. Usually, weird stuff happens in the summer. More shootings. Fewer tourists. Closed restaurants. Possible hurricanes. Evacuations. I don’t want to deal with it. After all, we celebrated last Sunday with a running gun battle that left seven wounded, including a cop, one dead and cars crashed …

Purple


I saw these little purple flowers while I was walking. I’m not sure that they are indigenous to Southeast Louisiana. The neighbors planted them near the street. But, they sure are pretty. And, they caught my eye. I made the picture, came home and started my usual tinkering. This image is the result. I posted the black and white version on Instagram as kind of a teaser to Storyteller. We’ll see what happens. Storyteller has grown holistically just fine. I’d like to see what happens if I apply a couple of marketing ideas to it. For me, this has always been an experimental place — mostly for pictures. Now I’m expanding ideas a little bit. It’s all in good fun.

On Earth Day


Happy Earth Day. I had something else planned for today until I realized the date. Since so many of my later images are nature-based what else could I do? Luckily, I saved this picture. I made it earlier this week. Because. We are under a tornado warning with thunderstorms expected for the rest of Sunday. Worse, for me, I had a whole day of pictures planned. More tall ships. Westbank Super Sunday. A neighborhood second line. And, Bark at the Park. I couldn’t have gotten to all of them and done a good job. Still. Now. Nothing. Nada. The tall ships likely won’t raise their sails. The Indians won’t risk damaging their suits. The second line might still roll. But, likely not. Bark at the Park — like The Krewe of Barkus, only brand new — cancelled their event yesterday because of weather predictions. They were right to do that. Anyway. I have plenty of stuff to do around home today. Spring cleaning needs to be done. I need to do a lot of paperwork …

A Child’s Art


Once upon a time, I found some kind of hand-made folk art on a tennis court. It was kind of spooky. It looked like a voodoo spell being casted. Some of you may remember it. Well, not this time. A toddler made this for me. It was her gift to me. But, she didn’t want it to be moved even though it was made in a public space. So, I asked her if I could photograph it. You can see the obvious answer. She thought it was really cool. Yes. That was the word she used. Now, she wants a print of it for her room. How much should I charge a four-year old? I’m thinking one cookie and a hug. Everybody needs a toddler’s hug. That’s about it. Little Miss arranged the flowers and twigs. All I did was document her art, crop it and clean it up a bit in post production. By the way, what I’m calling flowers are nature’s flowers. In most places they are called weeds. They drop pollen and make you …