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Wires


It’s not that place. It’s a different one. It appears to be lost in time. As do I. Because, I’m not making very many new pictures these days. Except for this one. I saw it. I pushed the button. On my iPhone. The sky was sort of milky just before it turned colorful. I took the colorful pictures also. But, from the minute I saw the quieter version, I knew what I was going to in post production. I did this. A painting. Without using painting software. I’ll get back to that in a bit. That’s the first time for that sort of continuous thought. Usually, I make the picture and tinker around. There was no tinkering this time. I knew exactly where to go. I suppose there was a little experimentation on my way to creating my vision. But, the steps were intentional. About painting software. I don’t use it. I’ve tested it. I think it is trying too hard. You know. Push a button for watercolor. Or, push a button for Van Gogh. I …

Drifting


I’m not there yet. But, I will be. I made this picture on New Mexico Route 43. I stopped because the abandoned buildings caught my eye. There was barbed wire fence and a lot of no trespassing signs. Normally, I don’t pay much attention. If somebody stops me I just speak in another language even if I don’t speak much of it. I look confused and that’s the end of it. This is one of those tips that I suggest you never try. Me? I’m fearless with a camera. For some reason I decided to heed the warning sign. I can’t remember why. Probably, I caught a little motion out of the corner of my eye. And, my warning bells went off. Anyway. This is a newer, more gentle way of processing. I’m told it’s more contemporary. When was the last time I ever did something because it was new and contemporary? I don’t care about those things. I’m just experimenting.

Dreaming


I can dream, can’t I? I made this picture in The Sandias, in New Mexico. In late fall. Look. There are little bits of ice and snow in the picture. It was cold. But, not that cold. Meanwhile. In the land of swamps and gators, the temperature is 83, heading to 86 degrees as I write. At 83 degrees we have a “feels like” temperature of 91.  We may have a cooling trend early next week when the high will be around 78 with the low around 59. It didn’t use to be this way this late into October. Kind of makes you wonder doesn’t it? You’d think that I would have grown used to this weather after living down here for so long. Nooooo. I really like cooler, drier weather. Yet, we stay. Talk about the definition of insanity. I’m going to leave most political commentary aside except for this. In New Orleans, 12 years after Hurricane Katrina made landfall, I’d say that we are still recovering. On the surface, it doesn’t look that …

When I Remember


It’s gotten away from me. A little. With all the news; hurricanes, mass shootings, fires, floods and stupidity from the White House, I seem to have forgotten one of the most important seasons in New Orleans. So, let’s get back to it. Halloween. When I remember. This is the real deal. It isn’t a house decorated for the season.  It’s a house that isn’t quite abandoned, but is getting very close to it. The door is locked. Yes. I tried it. The window covering is in tatters. It was too dark to see inside. Who knows what is lurking inside. A ghost. A vampire. A ghoul. The monster who lives in your dreams. Or, the monster who lives in washington, D.C. I swore I wouldn’t do that today. Instead, I promised myself that I’d do a little publicity. There is a new vampire book out there. It’s called Monsters & Angels. It’s set in New Orleans. In the 1930s. There is a lot of blue in it. Blue on the cover. Blue in the characters. …

Skeleton Days


The scary season. This year, it could be every season. Every season is scary. I awoke to reading and then watching that over 50 people were killed and over 200 more were wounded in a mass shooting in Las Vegas. These were called conservative estimates by CBS. That’s a lot of shooting and a lot of unnecessary innocent deaths. I don’t believe this is politically motivated. Apparently the shooter was a 64-year-old man who lived in a group, or assisted living, home. The week starts off with terrible news.I don’t want to deal with it yet. So, I’ll get back to pictures. Day two of the Halloween season. The calendar says it is. The weatherman says it’s going to be 85 degrees today. Not very crisp. Not very fall-like. Oh well, we will all get by. The picture. I made this in The French Quarter where people roam around in their skeletons all year around. I don’t mean in their costumes. I mean in their real skeletons. Come to think of it, so do I. …

Who Knows Where The Time Goes


Today is the first day of Autumn. A change is in the air. Literally. But, not here. It’s a billion degrees again. With a million percent humidity. Oh well. We are used to it. It does get tiring about this time a year. Everybody would like a little cool air. The picture. This is what you get when I listen to the new Stephen Stills and Judy Collins album called “Everybody Knows.” Their tale is a long one, and better left to music histories. For now, it is enough to say that they have a 50-year-old friendship. It started with a romantic relationship that ended after about two years. The breakup drove Stephen Still to write a couple of classic songs, among them “Suite: Judy Blue Eyes,” and “Helpless Hoping.” Both of them have had long and fairly distinguished careers. Anyway. The picture was made on one of my famous dog walks. No, the cocker spaniel didn’t see this. She was busy elsewhere doing something else. You can figure that out for yourselves. I looked …

One More Time


It happens in threes. That’s what they say. I suppose that depends on which three you mean. For me, it was a friend, Bernie Jones, with whom I worked in my newspaper days. That was a couple of weeks ago. Then, Anacaleto. And, yesterday it was Pete Turner. I knew them all. I didn’t know Pete well. I worked with him a little in my Image Bank days. But, along with three other photographers he was the driving force of what I do today. He was one of the fathers of modern color photography. Along with Ernst Haas and Jay Maisel, he taught the world’s photographers what color photography could and should be. The fourth photographer never used color film as far as I know. He was Gene Smith, the legendary Life and Magnum photographer. We all age. Sometimes we get sick. Eventually we leave the planet. You know, all things must pass. George Harrison wrote a song about that. He left way too early at age 58. According to his wife, Olivia, his last …

Plaster Angels


Some days you eat the bear. Some days the bear eats you. Yesterday was one of those days when the bear won. After four years of battling colon cancer, an old friend of mine passed. We went to college together. We worked in newspapers for many years. I left them. He did too. Everybody does. Printed newspapers are a dying breed. Worse, they’ve always eaten their young. To advance you have to move on and on. And, on. Eventually, you find a home. Either you move out, or you get moved out. In his later career he taught. I edited and published. That’s only a small part of the story. All of our stories are individual. But, they are the same. So is the final chapter. I suppose we all knew that his time was short. But, when it came, it seemed unexpected. It seemed sudden. Like bricks falling from a storm-blown building, they hit us in the head. Our Facebook pages lit up with remembrances and expressions of sympathy. Your know that I’m not …

French Quarter Windows


I see things. Details. Windows. Nooks. Crannies. I’ve probably photographed this store widow five or six times. Usually at night. Evening light, plus the lights in the window, make these mannequin legs look sort of garish. In daylight they look just fine. Toning down the color a little and adding a little softness makes them look a little mysterious. And, it hides me. My reflection is behind the middle leg. Needless to say, I’m enjoying the new photo editing software. I learned something today that made me smile. For most work, I have to fine tune each image individually. With this app, I can stack similar images, create what amounts to a formula and process them all at once. Not only does that save time, but it allows me to make a collection of images that have the same basic look and feel, in one go. Weather report. If you’ve watched or read the national or world news you know that Houston, Texas, is underwater. The hurricane, which is now a tropical storm, is going …

Working


I was walking by. I asked. She nodded. It’s not what you think. She’s a small business owner. She’s the cleaning person. The bartender. The server. The manager. The book-keeper. From the looks of this, she works about 17 hours a day. Probably six days a week. Sounds fun. Or, not. I suppose anything worth doing takes a lot of time. And, effort. I know chefs who live to cook. And, work. Same with teachers. Same with artists of all kinds. Even me. The list goes on and on. Even when you supposedly work shifts. I know an emergency room doc. She works 12 hour shifts. Do you think that she leaves at the end of her shift if someone comes into her ER shot full of holes? Oh wait. That’s a New Orleans thing. In some place else it might be a bad car wreck. But, you get the idea. She doesn’t leave. Same with other shift-driven occupations. There’s the practice and constant learning. When I was young and a newspaper photographer, I used …