all really came today. Cool winds. Cool temperature. No air conditioning. Windows wide open. No apparent humidity. People celebrating.
I’m not sure about the last statement. People celebrating. That may be taking it a little too far. Let’s just say people are happy. I’m happy.
That’s why I’m late. I went and stayed outside. Inside work be damned. Not quite. I have a lot of inside work. I’ll get to it eventually.
But, first… more out side.
I made this picture on one of our amazing sun shows at the end of the day. This is also the season for those. I followed my own advice and turned around to see what was going on. This was going on.
The factory building was a little too low to pick up the sunset’s color. But, the sky. Oh man, the sky. It went crazy. That’s really the point of this picture. Everything else just sort of anchors the sky.
brand new picture. Imagine that. I went for a walk when the light was right and I started having fun. I just kept making pictures until I was finished, which took a while. I think that I wanted to take the long way home as they say.
The funny thing was that the more I saw, the more I saw.
I think my problem isn’t not being able to see. It’s feeling trapped in place by the current circumstances. I don’t like to be stuck anywhere unless I want to be. It’s one thing being stuck in New Orleans. It’s another to be stuck on St. Barts.
It’s also one thing to know that almost everybody thinks that the pandemic is over when it has years to go and that too many of them aren’t taking any kind of precautions thinking that they are protected by the vaccinations. To a certain extent they are, but there are enough breakthrough infections to make me wonder a little bit
In my case, that doesn’t matter. I isolate myself or I run the risk of dying. So, as I write I’m talking to the Shipt buyer. Because of me, everybody in the house likes not having to go grocery shopping. Don’t get me wrong, they like buying specialty items at a farmers market or a fruit stand. They like going to Hong Kong, the Asian grocery store, not the city.
One of the things that I’ve come to understand is that the pandemic made a lot of us think about how we do things. We don’t always have to be some place to work. We don’t have to travel across the country to have an hour meeting. We’ve managed to find and cut out a lot of BS factors.
On the other hand, shopping from home for bigger products has put a huge stress on the logistics chains, to which most people never gave a second thought. There are ships and containers stacked up at every major port city. In China, or other ports in Asia, there aren’t enough containers or ships to move new product.
This is a pandemic which keeps on giving in ways that never occurred to us. I’m sure that there will be more.
A quick change. When it comes to photo technique I keep writing the same things. Unless I do something out of the ordinary, I’m not going to divide the columns.
ransitions between dark and light, the end of the day and daylight is what I look for. Sometimes I’ll wait for that time rather than burn myself out shooting daylight pictures which I’ll never even look at after the fact.
It’s the light. It always the light. For me transitional light is the best light. Dawn or dusk. It doesn’t matter, but I have trouble getting up for dawn light.
As Bart Simpson said, “There’s a five o’clock in the morning? When did they start that?”
This is a dusk picture. It what was made during the blue hour while what was left of the day’s sunlight was reflecting off of the cloud.
In nature’s way, the orange and blue contrast very nicely. It’s no wonder that designers have been using that combination for years. Being a sometimes New Yorker, I think of The New York Mets.
Let’s not go too far down that track because I was born to be a Yankee fan, but blue and white is boring to me.
It’s really about light and color. That is photography, no matter what or who the subject happens to be. Find a subject can be fairly easy. Finding the patience waiting for the light to be right is hard. Very hard.
I used to know a photographer who worked for National Geographic Magazine. He find the place where he wanted to work. He’d set up camp and he would sit. And sit. And sit.
When the light was right he’d wake himself and expose maybe twenty rolls of film and then, finally, he was done with that scene.
Do you have that kind of patience? Well, do you?
aking this picture was harder than you’d think. I exposed for the clouds which plugged up the tree.
It’s still pluggy because in order to bring up the clouds I had to darken the entire image.
When I lightened the image a little and now you can see the overly light area in the center. I could have done a couple of other approaches.
But, as you know, I’m lazy. So, what remains is what remains.
I darkened the edges of the picture a little to make it look old school burning and dodging. The kind that you did in a wet darkroom.
And, that’s it.
I’d tell you about working in a darkroom. I’d tell you about the peace it brought sometimes. I’d tell you about the smells. I’d tell you what it was like to watch a photograph come up in the developer. And, how we fine tuned little bits of the unfinished print.
I’d tell you that whenever I get a chance to just walk into one that it feels like I’m visiting a dear old friend.
his post was inspired by a band called Ranky Tanky. They are a Gullah band from the Lowcountry area of South Carolina.
They play a kind of country jazz. I’m always amazed at how many of their songs I know. Songs that were covered by The Rolling Stones and Little Feat. The good news is that both bands always acknowledged their musical roots.
Roots. I think that knowing who’s shoulders you are standing on. That’s another little piece of Storyteller. I haven’t talked about my inspirations in a good long while. (Let’s see if I can write that anymore Southern.)
Maybe I should start doing that again. Whaddya think? I can write about particular artists, or photographers or musicians to authors.
Let me just say that there are only a few photographers who inspire me. Most of them are old now. But, artists and musicians? You can’t swing a dead cat without hitting them. (Southernism number two.)
I wonder why that is.
ometimes things that look easy to do are a lot harder than we think.
This picture is an example of that.
It’s a time exposure made on my smart phone. Easy enough, right?
Sure. If you don’t care about the highlights or the deep shadows.
I did everything I could to keep those areas intact. I failed. Either one or the other had to go.
So, I kept the highlights and let the shadows go dark. I tried to hold the shadows, but they lost way too much contrast.
A little over six weeks ago Hurricane Ida blew through. While her rainfall didn’t do too much in my neighborhood, 155 mph winds did.
They blew down almost every kind of cable and power source. Our power company, Entergy, did the best the they could and had us repowered in about two weeks. Cox followed right behind. They all picked up their damaged goods and cleaned up their messes.
Along comes AT&T. They got their service repaired but picked up nothing. The foreman flat out lied and said they would pick it up the next day.
Now comes my calls to their corporate office. Do you know how hard it is to reach an actual human being at AT&T? I lied my way through their switchboard when I finally reached a maintenance and repair division of business accounts.
I reckoned I was trying to get a business account — AT&T’s — looked after. Heh. They said the problem would be taken care of within a couple of days.
Yesterday I called The District Attorney of Orleans Parish and filed a criminal complaint. At their suggestion I also filed a civil suit.
Since their corporate headquarters are located in Dallas, Texas, and my attorney’s office is also located there, I filed in Dallas County, Texas.
Nobody wants to go to court there.
I doubt that I’ll recover the ten million dollars in damages I am asking for, but I’ll finally get their attention.
All they had to do was finish their job.
et me tell you another story. A better one.
I took a stroll in a place that I rarely do.
Look what I found. I found autumn in the pine needles and mud.
That made me happy because we are drifting between the moment of early fall and real fall.
This is when I get really impatient. It’s not cool and there aren’t enough red leaves. t’ll get here soon enough, but until then…
Grumble, grumble, toil and trouble.
The picture is easy. Expose properly and there is no work in post production.to speak of.
There is an interesting thing happening with the block design. Every time I try to do some actual design, the system messes with me so I eventually give up and go back to this kind of page layout.
hat a nice warm fall day we had. I’m ready for the heat of summer to go away, but I’m not ready for the cold of winter to arrive.
The light has been especially pretty. I did miss the sunset of sunsets on Saturday evening, but this is the time of year when one sunset leads to another. It’s the time of year that photographers in the deep south cherish.
Maybe I’ll be lucky and make some memorable pictures. As you know, I think it’s less a function of luck than it is being there.
You know. Go outside, walk around at a certain time of day and you’ll get “lucky.” It’s harder now because the other dogs like to walk during the day. The all seeing dog liked to walk around dusk. I miss that dog.
That’s where I have to stop.
his won’t take long. Not, that I don’t want to talk with you about pictures. But, there is a reason I ended as abruptly as I did on the left side.
This picture is a result of looking at the wonderful light and thinking, “Oh my gosh.”
You push the button a few times and that’s it. The picture is done.
There is absolutely no post production except for a bit of sharpening.
ore changes. I knew that I wanted to design some kind of gallery. I’ve done it in the past. Good luck with that. Now the gallery template is divided by columns so the images are divided into long thin columns. A casual viewer wouldn’t know what they were seeing unless they they opened each picture.
I suppose that’s one way to get you to spend more time on the page, but it seems kind of funky to me. And, not in a good way.
You can’t keep a good man down, they say. I suppose who they is talking about. Good man, indeed.
Being stuck inside the house has pushed me to look at things a little differently.
his is about light. The key component of any photograph.
This just may be a little more focused on light than normal since it is light that makes thee three pictures.
I saw the pictures. Or, they saw me. I pressed the button and that was it.
Editing was simple. Darken the images and make them a little contrasty.
The first thing I noticed was how the blinds carried the outdoor color. I decided that I’d better photograph it. So, I did.
The next thing you know, I was playing with the files and this image is what came of it. I think it’s sort of pretty. It inspired me to make pictures of other things that I might not normally think about photographing. The two pictures, one above and one below came from looking out the window, as the sun was dropping on the horizon line.
I like them. I hope you do too. Who knows what I’ll see next.
F all really came today. Cool winds. Cool temperature. No air conditioning. Windows wide open. No apparent humidity. People celebrating. I’m not sure about the last statement. People celebrating. That may be taking it a little too far. Let’s just say people are happy. I’m happy. That’s why I’m late. I went and stayed outside. […]
A brand new picture. Imagine that. I went for a walk when the light was right and I started having fun. I just kept making pictures until I was finished, which took a while. I think that I wanted to take the long way home as they say. The funny thing was that the more […]
T ransitions between dark and light, the end of the day and daylight is what I look for. Sometimes I’ll wait for that time rather than burn myself out shooting daylight pictures which I’ll never even look at after the fact. It’s the light. It always the light. For me transitional light is the best […]
ave you ever shared a dream? We did. This morning. I woke up thinking ,”Whew, what a dream.” I was thinking about what I saw and felt, when from the other side of the bed came, “Oh my God, what a dream.”
I started talking about my dream and pretty soon she was filling in the parts I was leaving out. Then, we got scared. How is this possible, we wondered? Was this a weird thing or was this the best thing?
Why worry about it? The person closest to me, the one who I adore is able to actually appear in my dream. Well, wait a minute. I was seeing things like I normally would. It was not dream-like. People weren’t just showing up. I was looking and seeing. It was the same thing for her. We were looking for something. We didn’t see each other in this strange land.
Where we looking for each other? Had we split up to save time and distance? I have no idea.
One thing that struck me was the color. It was my kind of color. Bright, bold, contrasty. The scenes were almost cartoon-like. I liked wherever it was that we’d found.
My hope is that one of these nights, well early morning, I return to this place. Maybe this time, we can travel together.
he water caught my eye. I just pointed and shot. I repeated that a couple of times, slightly changing the framing and the length of the lens.
The picture at which you are looking is the first one. Sometimes instinct is the driving force behind good art.
I’m not sure that this picture is even close to art, but it’s the thing that I saw first.
It needed a crop to get rid of some clutter. That’s why it’s square.
You know that I’m not a big fan of square crops. I think it displays a lack of confidence by the photographer or designer.
For sure, a group of nine pictures cropped square and laid out as a big square looks very cool, but don’t hurt the photographs.
started working on this picture so long ago that I forgot what picture I was going to use when it came to publishing this page.
I suppose it’s a leftover of lockdown fuzziness. Or maybe I’m just losing my ability to think and remember stuff.
I’d like to remember important things. Maybe photographs and Storyteller aren’t all the important. Or, maybe they are and should be.
Storyteller wasn’t always that important. I realized through the lockdown until the present that it kept me aware of the date (sometimes) but rarely the time.
I think that’s why many musicians played some version of songs from home. On one day they would check requests, figure out a small set list or song, rehearse and play the song on whatever day they picked.
Some did it live. Some didn’t.
That didn’t seem to matter. They needed to play for people. People were craving anything the approximated any live music.
That worked for a time.
Somehow we all came to the same place. We needed freedom. Eventually, some people gained some. Of course, I’m not one of them. That’s gonna change.
I made my career taking risks. Now I don’t. It’s time to weigh risk and reward and do the best that I can. No. I won’t take stupid risks, but I’ve got to get out and about.
I can’t take pictures if I don’t.
eaceful for Friday. I started working on this picture. I wasn’t getting anywhere. I realized that this image would look best in black and white. Better yet, it needed a very light monochromatic color.
I’m not sure how I started working in light yellow tones, but that seemed to be a good option. Besides, I liked what it did to the bare trees.
So, that’s the direction that I started to work. I added some stuff in OnOne, but not much. It was ready when it was done. That’s how it happens sometimes.