Mother of Muses


Little things.

So, people are saying spring is finally upon us. Down here in The Gulf Coast we’ve had spring for about a month. But, in the last day spring exploded. The greens are greener. The flowers are vibrant. Leaves have just exploded out of their slumber.

Luckily, it’s still cool bordering on cold. In a month or so summer’s heat and humidity will be upon us. Until October. Five months of three showers a day. Five months of dog walks as early and late as possible. And, six months of hurricane season.

The world turns.

Nature always seeks stasis. She doesn’t want to move anything too much except for us. That’s why the climate is changing. We will either deal with it or we’ll be gone. And, sooner than we think if we don’t act today.

I read that 40% of all Republicans will not be vaccinated.

This isn’t a political issue. This is a health issue. Both climate change and the virus will kill us if we aren’t careful.

I did get involved a little today. For the first time in 19 months we took a walk through the French Quarter. The air is cool and bright. We’ve had our jabs. We wore our masks. We arrived at the front of St. Louis Cathedral where parishioners were coming out after the Good Friday Stations of the Cross.

No social distancing. Not a mask among them. They were touching each others hands. The Archbishop of Orleans Parish was right there with them.

We weren’t about to get too close. But, worked my way around so that he could see me. I gave him the ultimate teacher’s stink eye. I didn’t say a word, but he thought I might be having a problem.

He came over and asked if I was okay. I said that I was, but he wasn’t and a wondered how many of these people he would be officiating funerals for. He didn’t know what to say. He’s supposed to be a community leader and this is how he leads the people closest to him?

If the thunder don’t get you than the lightening will.

The green, green grass of home. That’s what I saw. There were about a billion of little snowball like wildflowers just about everywhere.

I put the phone down on the ground and pointed it toward the subject. I’d like to say it was easy, but you have no idea how hard the phone fights you in that position.

Tools are supposed to do what you need them to do. Not anymore. Programmers think that they have to save us from ourselves. I’m not that stupid. If I point the lens at something, I want to take a picture of it.

It took me four or five times to make this picture. I’m not talking about extra pictures made as I explored the scene. I mean I’d press the button and nothing would happen.

Working at it in post production was fairly simple. I made it brighter and warmer because that’s how it looked to me when I saw it.

And, that’s it.

A pre-Easter picture because I found it and I could.

Published by Ray Laskowitz

I am a visual storyteller. I've been making pictures for some 40 years. I travel the world in search of the right image. in the right light at the right time. You can reach me by phone at 505.280.4686, or by email at Ray@Laskowitzpicturess.com or Pictures34@me.com. For a quick look at my work please go to www.laskowitzpictures.com.

6 thoughts on “Mother of Muses

  1. Repeating my comments when you told a shortened version of this story in a response to my Easter blog post…
    This post of yours really got me thinking, which I have time to do, being on vacation in the mountains of Colorado. I’m reflecting about the true nature of leadership and being a role model, which that archbishop did not do, and situational leadership, which is what you did. You saw an unsafe situation being modeled and called a leader out on it, a take on “if you see something, say something”. It’s scary, sad and almost criminal that someone in a leadership position like that with responsibility for shepherding souls doesn’t understand the impact of their actions and the messages signaled by their behaviors.

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    1. I’m telling you, there is something weird going on with your site. Not only is it hard for me to comment and like, but if you replied to my comment about Easter I can’t find it. So I still don’t know why you hate Texas. 🙂

      Thanks for the situational leadership thing. That’s what they taught me in army school. Yet, it doesn’t feel good doing it.

      That said, that’s also the situation in New Orleans. Look at pictures from any Saturday night of Bourbon Street. Packed. Obviously no social distancing with drunks spitting and blowing that even a mask might not protect them from.

      That’s also throughout the city. Magazine Street, all the coffee shops, all the local bars. Now the clubs are opening. Sheesh.

      We bagged touring until 2022. Even if we can play, we can only play to a 30% audience. That means we’ll lose $15,000 per show. That doesn’t work.

      And, you wonder why I’m terminally grumpy.

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