The Blue Distance


Blue. My picture. Joni Mitchell’s song. My eyes. The sky on a sunny day. A clear lake. The ocean away from land.

I made this picture in New Mexico. Older pictures keep resurfacing on Amazon Pictures. They are pictures that I’ve forgotten about. Pictures that have never been seen by anybody. Pictures that were “lost.”

So.

Lucky you. You get to see them before anybody else.

I’m not sure what these desert flowers are called. They come out in late spring and stay for the summer.

Once, when I could actually crawl around on the ground and get back up without aid, I used to make pictures like this with a DSLR camera. Those days are gone.

There is a song in which one line says that we don’t know how much we would lose. Even though I think this picture is happy, the day is sad.

Yesterday, I read a quick two inch story about somebody getting killed in New Orleans. I didn’t think much about it because rarely does a day go by that somebody doesn’t die by violent means.

We were watching the 10 PM News. The murder was across the street from my old house. Uh oh. A woman was killed. My oldest friend in New Orleans. She was stabbed to death as she was walking to her car to go to work, by a guy who was stealing it.

Rest in Peace, Portia.

June is starting out like a hellhound on my trail. A dog, and a person died. Makes me wonder what’s next.

This column is going to be more of a rant.

Sorry.

WordPress is running terribly. Yesterday, I blamed it on the huge internet outage.

Today, it’s on WordPress.

There is still no caption line. Worse, making this two column alignment took an act of God.

I’m not sure what it was doing, but the software was stacking column on top of column. The paragraph template didn’t know where to go.

It turned out that pressing the column template once dropped six templates on top of each other.

Leave well enough alone. The block system is bad enough without WordPress making it “better” every time the programers think about it.

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    • Thank you. It’s not just my loss, it is the city and the culture’s loss. She was a physical therapist who travelled through the state to work with elderly. She was a drummer in a drum circle that played in Congo Square every weekend unless they were part of a second line. The police superintendent says it hurts him because she could have been his mother. The story has stayed at the top of the news when normally a murder drops out after a half hour. The police supt. also said we are in the highest sustained period of violent crime since the days after Hurricane Katrina.

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    • in those days we had all the male bands like CSN+Y. but she was the best of them. Well, that story is still the top the news since the police found him, he fled and lead them through three cities were he was finally arrested. I hate to say this, but NOLA is a rough place. Violent crime is as high as it was during the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina.In those days, everybody I knew including me wore a gun on our hips. That’s no way to live, but the police were broken and for awhile there was no backup.

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      • Chatham in Kent, where I used to live had a history of knife crime and London in the early 80’s was quite rough. Mind you been a real spate of violence the last few years..humans aye?

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      • So true. The Thirty Years war and all those previously used these as justifications. And its still going on. I honestly wouldn’t bother saving the planet. Shames as it is a beautiful place and there are many fine souls inhabiting it, but sadly they are not enough to sway the rest to get over themselves!

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      • A friend of mine used to say that we need a good pandemic. Then we got one and things still didn’t change. Me? Live by two sayings. Keep a full tank of gas and live close to the border. And, when you find me face down find the closest dumpster.

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