I once had a photojournalism professor called Joe B. Swan. He was one of the kindest people that I’ve ever meet. He was from West Texas. He taught at San Jose State University. He had a pronounced West Texas accent. He talked about “shaders and siluets.” That’s what you are looking at right now. Shadows and Silhouettes. He also talked about making pictures from the “dog’s eye view.” Or, as I call it, “What the dog saw.” Lessons learned in 1974 are still true today. Obviously. Why him? Why now? I had a couple of WordPress conversations with a couple of you. One talked about how well my picture turned out. One said, even after two years she doesn’t have pictures like mine. The third was about “What would Ray do,” to not shoot a touristy picture. A dangerous thing happened. I started thinking. You know how that goes. Heh! I thought about how I learned. Forget the technology. I learned using film cameras, developing the film and making prints in a wet darkroom. Today, most people …
I couldn’t resist. Could you? Truly the wonder of nature. The light. The moment. The color. Enjoy it. All.
This is on me. Not the dog. I was walking. I saw this beat up, rusted car. I walked by it. Wait a minute. I went back. I saw. Not the whole car. Details. Bits. Pieces. This. This happens when I’m in a zone. When I see. Really see. Likely as not I’m not in a zone. I don’t see. I miss things. Because I’m human. Like everybody else.
Music City. That title is usually reserved for Nashville, Tennessee. With the number of musicians who make their home in New Orleans, grew up in New Orleans, who play in New Orleans and record in New Orleans, we kind of give them a little competition. Besides. Jazz was born in New Orleans. That matters. This is Little Freddie King. He’s 76 years old. A cousin to Lightnin’ Hopkins. Was born in McComb, Mississippi where he has a marker on the Blues Trail. He is a founding member of Jazzfest where he’s played for 42 years. It seems like he took a break of 20 years between records. Now, he records with some frequency. And, you’ve never heard of him. Not unless you know the blues. Not unless you live in the region. Not unless you are really “into” music. He plays in little clubs. Juke joints. Around the city. Clubs like DBA. Siberia. Old Arabi Bar. BJ’s Lounge. He did open in Telluride, Colorado at the same festival that Neil Young & The Promise of …
See? Autumn in New Orleans. That’s the pool. One day it was nicely clean. Sparkling blue. The next day Autumn fell into the pool. Leaves. Leaves. More leaves. Trust me. That bit of back lighting makes the leaves look colorful. They are not. They are mostly brown. I also helped a little bit in post production. The picture. It fills two needs. It shows you what the pool looks like. It fills the bill for the occasional series, “What the dog saw.” She saw this. So did the other dogs. The look on their faces told me all I needed to know. You know. “What is this in OUR pool?”
It almost got away from me. Between what has become a busy schedule, my own recovery from a slight repair and no real fall weather to speak of, the spooky season almost got away from me. Luckily, a bunch of little people reminded me. Toddlers. You know? So, here we go. Spooky. Scary. New Orleans for Halloween. For me, one of the best holidays in New Orleans. Christmas is the other one. Mardi Gras comes in third. Or tied. Our fall season this year. Very strange. Only a couple of days when the high temperature dropped below 80 degrees. The leaves didn’t turn red. Or gold. Today, they just fell off the trees. Brown. Dead. Into the pool. It looks like a swamp. The picture. Just something I saw. And, reworked in post production. No. Not my house. Just a place that I stumbled on. One more thing. Halloween posts are on and off this week. Stay tuned. Check out the following week leading up to the big night.
It almost looks like I took this picture in Europe, doesn’t it? Nope. The French Quarter. A neighborhood that is French, Spanish and a little American. All in one. I suppose the woman has a little European look to her. That may be stretching things a little too much. However, the bike is as All-American clunker. Rebuilt and restored to navigate our streets. The picture. I took a bunch of pictures. Maybe ten or so, with different framing. She finished her call and asked why I took the picture. I showed her. She thought the pictures were very cool. She asked a favor. The next two streets were not well lighted. Could I walk with her through them? Of course.