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Moving Way Too Slow


From the inside. A lot of you liked the Aztec Motor Court sign. I thought I would show you what the actual court area looked like. My kinda place. Bed sheets for curtains. Paintings hung on the OUTSIDE of the building. Bits of New Mexico folk art hung just about everywhere. I’d like to say that because I passed by so frequently that I got to know some of the people who lived here. Even though their art and what-not were left as a reminder, they were fairly transient. The picture. I said that even though I mostly tinker I do have some intent. I wanted the faux adobe to look sun-baked without being too bright. And, I wanted some details in the shadows. That’s it.

Slipping Away


Once upon a time. This place existed. It was one of those old motor courts located on Route 66, or Central Avenue, in Albuquerque. New Mexico. In fact, it was the oldest, being built in 1932. It was one of the five most important historical motor courts on Route 66. In later years it fell on hard times. It became sort of a group of studio apartments. All sorts of folk artists lived there. You could walk through the courtyard and make hundreds of pictures of all sorts of different things. If the artists got to know you, you could photograph them. I was invited inside a couple of the motel rooms/apartments. It was minimalistic living before that became a thing. Cooking? Outside on all sorts of little barbeques and camp stoves. When I lived in the city, I would pass by about once a month just to see how things had changed. Yes. It was that fluid. Then, I read that it was being torn down. Because. It needed about a million dollars worth of work …

Junk on the Wall


Long ago. And far away. I used to spend a lot of time in Hong Kong. Six years worth of time. When I wasn’t working, I was working. Uh, what? My day job was book production. Large press management. Anybody who knows anything about that industry knows there is an incredible amount of downtime. And, work hours that are around the clock. Two am. Your phone rings. “Press check at 2:45.” You race to get there because you live in Central and the press is about as far away in the new Territories as you can get. However, boredom can set in. Often, expats develop a serious addiction to booze. Or, other stuff. But, not for me. I wandered around endlessly. Making pictures. I found the usual stuff. I found the more esoteric stuff. And, I found the nooks and crannies that many Hongkongers don’t even know about. Or, if they did, they forgot about it. This place isn’t in that deep of a cranny. It’s located on Cat Alley, or Lascar’s Row. Either name is …

South of Santa Fe


“Well, they say that Santa Fe is less than ninety miles away, And I got time to roll a number and rent a car. Oh, Albuquerque. I’ve been flyin’ down the road, and I’ve been starvin’ to be alone, And independent from the scene that I’ve known. Albuquerque. So I’ll stop when I can, find some fried eggs and country ham. I’ll find somewhere where they don’t care who I am. Oh, Albuquerque, Albuquerque.” — Neil Young That about says it all. Out on the road somewhere. Flying along. Taking pictures through the windshield of my car. This one was made a few miles south of Santa Fe, New Mexico. On Interstate 25, where the speed limit is 75 miles per hour, which meant most traffic was blowing along at around 90 miles per hour. I did have a sort of interesting revelation while I’ve been editing, er, culling, my work for the project that I described to you. I’ve been taking pictures to their extremes for at least a decade. Maybe longer. I just never …

The Other One


The other one. While I was making my Easter picture selections, the choice came down to the yesterday’s picture and this one. Two things put this one in a sort of second place. First, you’ve seen it in the past if you’ve been hanging out on Storyteller for a long while. Or, a version of it. Second, I’m not sure how much it has to do with Easter. The main subject is a statue of Father Peter Thevis, who came to New Orleans during a yellow fever epidemic in 1867. He prayed to St. Roch for delivery of his parish from the illness. In exchange, he built a cemetery, shrine and this chapel. That’s a very short history. I can post more about that if you’d like. Today, there is a neighborhood that bears the name of St. Roch, which is really located in The Bywater, which is located in the 9th Ward. Yeah. It gets confusing around this place. Sometimes. The picture. This is actually a digital image. Then I went to work on it. Again. …

Easter Sunday


This was harder than you’d think. I wanted to post an Easter Sunday picture. But, I want to continue to explore my emerging vision. So the question was fairly simple. How do I do that without offending many of you with some weird post production? Art is art. I know that. But, Easter is symbolically a time of rebirth. Bright colors are normally used to portray that. It’s a huge day. So what do I do to make that happen? Well. I had to find the right picture. I wanted it to be something you’ve never seen. And, that maybe I had forgotten. No bright colors. But how about a kind of glow from the heart of the picture? A glow that pierces through the darkness. An illuminating glow. Maybe a glow of hope. Maybe. Happy Easter. Happy Passover. However you believe, have a great day. For those of you who are keeping score. I made this picture in Santa Fe, New Mexico. In the Cathedral of St. Francis Assisi. In the side chapel. I …

Little Angel


This little statue is scary. This does not bring the word “angelic” to mind. It looks a little twisted. Maybe I should go back there one of these days and see if I still see it in the same way. If it is still there. This cemetery is sort of what used to be called a potter’s field. It’s been submerged by flood waters, tombs and graves have been moved, souvenirs have been removed. Yes. That’s really creepy. Anyway. I was wandering around and I found this little angel. I made the picture and it lived in my archives for a while, until I recently “found” it. The original file is perfect for my latest experimentations. Now that I look at it, I think I will go back. I want to put the angel in a different place in the frame. If it’s still there.