This is for you.
Sunflowers. Bright, yellow and happy.
I made this picture some years back when I lived in The Land of Enchantment, or New Mexico as some people call that fine state. I went there after Hurricane Katrina flooded my city. Well, only 80% of it.
Did you ever have that feeling of when I’m here I want to be there? And, visa versa? There is actually a fifty cent word for that, but I forgot it. I’m feeling that way just about now. I think that I’m really tired of New Orleans. I think that I don’t want to be in Brooklyn either. I think that would like to go back to the place that brought me so much peace and healing after I evacuated from New Orleans.
I know that it’s not perfect. Perfection is for angels. But, most of the streets work. The water systems work. I won’t get shot in some crossfire. And, I won’t get flooded unless I’m standing a dried arroyo or wash. Even then, it won’t take my house.
I suppose it’s just another way of saying that I’m feeling a little restless as the decade speeds to a close. I know that I may not have many decades left. I don’t want to waste time and I don’t want to spend time in a place in which I don’t want to be. Besides, things come to an end. I think my time in New Orleans is coming to a close.
The picture. I made it toward the end of summer a few years back. That’s when sunflowers reach their peak. I was just driving around looking for them. I photographed them every way that I could think of except for a very long shot because I couldn’t find a high enough elevation to do it. The entire take came out of the camera looking as you see this picture. You know. Nature, the final frontier.