The air is cold. The wind is cold. The trees are bare.
It’s winter. Even in New Orleans. It doesn’t last like it does in the north. But, it does get cold. Combine cold air with ambient humidity and we feel it. Last night, the weather guy said the weather wasn’t quite as cold as the night before.
When I let the dogs out for the final time, they were hunkered down. I was wearing something heavy. I wished I took my gloves. My 45 year old Isotoners. Once, a Christmas present. A gift, now a memory.
That’s another story for another time.
I was asked again about how I find the subjects that I photograph. I don’t know. I don’t really go out hunting for stuff. I just walk and see stuff. I take pictures of the stuff that I see. Sometimes I modify it a lot in post production. Sometimes I don’t.
It’s like that peanut commercial. Mr. Peanut.
“Sometimes you feel like a nut. Sometimes you don’t.”
Mostly, I’m just nuts.
That’s the secret.