Into the sky.

After yesterday, what’s left?

The tributes contained to pour in. A man in India created what looks like a sculpture that is a half basketball to memorialize Kobe. A friend of mine in the blogging world said that if you lived in Los Angeles… maybe, but he was given to the world.

Meanwhile, in the political word… never mind. To my way of thinking they are all little criminals or just criminals.


Yesterday was a very busy day, but I had some gaps in my schedule so I went to a place called “the King Cake Hub,” and spent way to much money on sweet cakes. The store is also called “The Haunted Mansion,” during Halloween. What I learned later is that the building was actually a mortuary for the Jewish cemetery which is directly to the side and back of the building. Yesterday was Halocaust Remembrance Day or Yom HaShoah in Hebrew.

I did what I could. Luckily, I was carrying the baby Leica. I made what I consider to be real pictures. I photographed the cemetery, some stored stuff from the haunted mansion and made my way to Holt Cemetery which is sort of the Potter’s field of New Orleans.

I worked there for a little while. At one point I thought that my legs were out of shape because I felt like I was walking in mud. I looked down. And, I was. This cemetery is the stuff of halloween nightmares. There are some really early jazz musicians buried there, like Buddy Bolden. There are some criminals buried there too. One, whose grave I photographed, was Robert Charles. He was a serial killer who, as the police were chasing him, shot 26 people. When he was captured he was beaten to death, an act which started the 1920 race riots.

Then, I went to a meeting and then another meeting and, and, and…

Today isn’t quite so bad.

The picture. Another of my new settings was used to create the final version of the image. Since I try to keep my pictures fresh, and I haven’t processed my new work, I thought that I would show you last week’s work.

I am so torn between art and a kind of photojournalism that I often confuse myself. I went back to my muse, Ernst Haas, and read what he had to say. He didn’t address dual approaches, but he did address what was a big controversy at the time and is raising its ugly head again. Black and White v Color photography. He asked why can’t you do both and let the scene direct you to the appropriateness of the medium. Now you see where my philosophical approach comes from.

Why can’t you?