When it rains around here, we often get some very pretty light as the clouds break and the sun peaks through the remaining clouds. Yes. The light is pretty. But, not as pretty as it is in — oh, say — New Mexico. But, that’s a whole other story. A better story is this one. Although I very rarely get lost, I completely misplaced my favorite street in New Orleans. Yeah. I know. Probably early onset something or other. But, this is amazing. Even to me. There is an old section of New Orleans that was once a heavy warehouse district. But, not THE warehouse district. For the most part, it stands alone and forgotten. One of the streets is still paved in cobblestones. The buildings on either side of it are made of brick. For the longest time, I was convinced that the cobblestones had been torn out and replaced by concrete. Well. That didn’t happen. The street moved. Well. That didn’t happen either. I just completely missed my mark. The cobblestone street is still there. The only thing that has changed is that someone either lives or works in a building I thought was abandoned and the brick building on the other side of the street is being restored. Slowly.

Anyway. Here’s the picture. It’s pretty much f8 and be there. Very little post production. I didn’t need to do that. Nature did that.

This is the last of my post-Hurricane Isaac pictures. It was made downriver in Holy Cross, which as a may have mentioned, is a sub-district of the 9th ward. Seen from this angle, the post-storm clouds don’t look quite so menacing. Again, all post production was done on my i-Pad using Snapseed. I think that phase is getting too easy. It confuses people. 

While I was  doing my post-storm drive by, I happened upon this cemetery in Uptown, New Orleans. I want to show the scene, but the clouds were the most important thing in my mind. So, this is what I did. I more-or-less placed the subject — the cemetery and the house behind it in the bottom third of the pictures, with the clouds being in the dominating two-thirds of the image. Ah. That wacky rule of thirds. Sometimes simple arithmetic is best. Oh yeah, post production was done on my i-Pad using Snapseed. 

I’m not really a big fireworks kind of guy. So, while I was thinking about what to post today, I came up with the idea of a collection of Americana pictures. So here we go.

I posted a picture from one segment of Route 66 yesterday. I thought that I would post another. This time from a very quiet section of the old route which is located in Laguna Pueblo. I like this image because it sort of tells you exactly where you are. You ARE on Route 66. There is no question of it. Some enterprising artist made sure of that. I saw it. And, I suppose that I took advantage of his work. I do that sometimes.

Most people know about the summer weather in New Orleans. The temperatures turn very hot. The humidity rises to sauna level. There is a lot of rain… but only for short periods of time. The clouds become very dramatic. This summer season is no different from most, except that the weather got hotter sooner than normal. That warms up the gulf which raises the possibility of bad tropical storms or hurricanes if one gets into the gulf. That said, I really don’t worry about it all that much. I worry more about the pictures that I have the potential of making. If you can stand the heat and humidity there are some upsides to living or being in New Orleans during July and August. Very few people come here as tourists. That means prices for just about everything in places like The French Quarter are discounted. It also means that it is very easy to get around since there aren’t so many people on the streets.

This image is of a classic New Orleans summer sky. I made the picture on the ferry ride from New Orleans to Algiers. In the background, you can see the Crescent City Connection crossing the Mississippi River.

This picture is called High Desert Drifter. Drifting is what I’ve been trying to do since the passing of Debbie. But, my neighbors won’t let me. For instance, I haven’t cooked a meal since Monday. That’s not because I’ve lost the will or am not hungry. It’s because they keep feeding me. Breakfast. Lunch. Dinner. They have my back. They aren’t just saying that. They mean it. I’ve never felt anything like this. I’d like to say that I am healing pretty well. But, I don’t know that. Every day could be a different emotional roller coaster ride. I do know that I have to walk the walk and take one day at a time. And, if need be; one hour at a time, one minute at a time or one second at a time. That’s the only way to do it. That, and tell people. Be honest.


This picture is in a lot of ways  about endings. When I left New Mexico to return home to New Orleans, I started missing it before I left. Even though I was anxious to make the move, New Mexico had become sort of a home to me. I took a drive to one of my “go to” places to make pictures. I had a helluva a shoot. I probably made five or six images that I really like. This one is literally the last picture that I made.  Nothing special about my technique. See the scene. See the light. Take the picture. No Photoshop magic.

This is a very simple picture. I need to publish in order to gain some kind of balance for my loss two days ago. It hasn’t even been 48 hours yet and I have to go start a long local assignment. I suppose that is okay since I truly believe that the work is the prayer. Even if I didn’t believe that, I know that it is much better to get out of my head and into real life. A little side note. I’m writing these last words to those of you who follow me on Facebook. Your kind words meant everything to me. Thank you so very much.

This picture. It was made on the Windward Side of Oahu, Hawaii. There is truly nothing to this picture. But, it’s peaceful. It brings me peace. I hope it brings you peace.

New York City. What does it mean to you? And, you? And, you? Different things probably. To me, it’s a city that never sleeps. It’s a city of amazingly high energy. It’s sparkles and it shimmers. Don’t misunderstand me. I love other cities as well. But, for different reasons. I love Hong Kong. Oh, boy. Do I love being in Hong Kong. I love Shanghai. I love Paris. I  love San Francisco and it may seem odd, but I even like Los Angeles. And, of course, I love the city in which I live — New Orleans. But, New York… Whew.

So. This picture. It’s elderly. It’s a signature picture. It was made on film. It was made from the observation deck of The Empire State Building and shows a glimmering Chrysler Building surrounded by a shimmering city. For me, that says New York. It’s a happy picture. We could all use a little dose of happy about now. Don’t you think?