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Gulf Coast


Sometimes it’s hard living in the Gulf Coast. Hot weather, humidity, extreme storms and hurricanes plague us. When the cool air of autumn finally arrives tomorrow, we will feel like we have made it through the desert into the promised land. A huge hurricane should be making landfall as you read this. We, in New Orleans, are clear but our friends in Alabama and the Florida Panhandle are going to get hit very hard. As the storm makes its way inland it will soak the Carolinas. That’s about the last thing those folks need right about now while they are still barely recovering from Hurricane Florence. Please. Have a good thought for all of them. This storm is really frightening because of the way it formed. As late as last Saturday it was an unformed tropical storm. By Monday it was a tropical storm and in the past two days it developed into a major hurricane. It will make landfall as a Category 4 hurricane. It is called Michael which happens to be my middle …

Into the Storm


When it rains… I was running errands. I didn’t feel like getting wet. I sat in my car waiting for the pouring rain to slow down. I started getting bored. I started photographing the rain as it bounced off the car’s windshield. I framed the trees in the background. Some still had a few remainders of summer. Little pink flowers. The white streaks are elongated rain drops.  The blurred effect is the rainwater on the windshield. I did everything I could to keep it real. As usual, I experimented. I made this picture almost electric in color. That didn’t feel right. I tried a few other post production techniques. None of them felt right. I kept coming back to this version which is just cleaned up so that the streaks were as clear as possible. I know. Yesterday’s offering was a tack sharp, black and white portrait. Today’s picture is swirling, maybe unrecognizable and almost pure art. Musical Miss was once asked to choose between the jazz that she loves and the country flavored music …

One Moment


We were hanging out waiting for the second line to begin. I was standing next a young woman, when an older woman came over to chat. She said the younger woman was her daughter. I asked them to pose together. Young miss had to be persuaded a little. Just a little. She was flattered to be asked. I was happy that she said yes. What happened next was amazing. She walked up to mamma and kissed her. I was in one of those rare places. The zone. I made two frames of the kiss and the bottom picture. That was it. I gave mamma my business card. I hope she reaches out. I’d like them both to have these pictures. As always, I give away either prints or digital files. That is the least I can do.

Seeing What isn’t


This is an accidental picture. I wasn’t even thinking about looking for a picture. I looked up and thought “this doesn’t look good.” I did what I could to stop it. I froze time. That’s my magic power. That lasted all of the 1/500th of a second. The clouds kept moving. So did I. I’ve been having a discussion with another photographer about image making and photography in her comments. I’m not sure we are n the right track. What really matters is vision. I doesn’t really matter how you get there. I try very hard to make a statement about my vision in a particular picture. Today’s picture is meant to inspire awe in nature. Maybe even a little fear. I could have gone an entirely different direction and turned the picture into something light and frothy. That wouldn’t be what I felt when I looked up and saw giant storm clouds rolling in over the horizon. Even with my post production, which is a huge part of image making, you might not see …

Big Storm Comin’


Hurricane Florence. I’m not sure what I can add to everything you’ve likely read or watched. Unless you are actually there, or  hunkered down waiting to help as first responders, there’s not much more you can do. You can have a good thought. You can pray, You can donate to one fund or another which might help the storm survivors repair billions of dollar worth of damage. It doesn’t matter. Do whatever you can. As a Hurricane Katrina survivor, I know how long it took for me, my friends and my region to get back on its feet. In some areas, normal life still isn’t back. And, it’s be thirteen years. Brad Pitt’s Make It Right houses are already starting to fall apart. I just read that each house was constructed for around $20,000. What can you build these days for that kind of money that will stand the test of time? Anyway. One thing to know is that stacked up behind Florence in the Atlantic Ocean are three more named hurricanes. Two of them …

Waiting…


Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. That’s the hardest part said Tom Petty. As of now, the storm has slowed down a bit. We should get rain and winds along towards the end of the afternoon with the storm passing through around midnight. Or, after midnight as J.J, Cale wrote and Eric Clapton sang. It’s a Category 1 Hurricane, which means the lowest possible wind speed that you can classify as a hurricane. It should make landfall at the Mississippi – Alabama border. I mention all of this again, because my friends have been calling and texting. When something like this makes the national news it becomes something frightening. It isn’t. And, we’ll be alright. Okay? The picture. I had something else planned for today, but I saw this on a dog walk. It was funny. She — the dog — walked to this place and kept circling around. It wasn’t like she does when she’s looking for a place. It was more like every time I wanted to move on, she kept coming back. To the place …

Been in the Storm


We are a wet place. Even with all of our rainfall, summer dries us out a bit. I’d call this a kind of levee. Normally, the water level is about equal on both sides. Look at this picture. It’s not even close. Even the side wall is starting to dry out. With our daily rain, which is normal for this time of year, it’s really not enough. The ground is still dry. And, cracking. In our humid conditions, I always say what falls down must rise up. After a rain storm, the air gets very moist and sticky. The water that fell from the sky is being evaporated back into the sky. So that we can have another rainfall. Oh well. That’s what living in southeastern Louisiana is about. That, and heat. Speaking of heat, no matter which weather service you choose, it seems that they all agree that we have passed through our hottest part of the year. Some say we won’t be reaching 90 degrees for at least the next 15 days. Of …

That’s Alright


I saw this place on the way to the second line. I’ve seen it before. It just never quite looked so dramatic. And, I never stooped to make a picture. Even for a few minutes. This time I did. I photographed it at about 4pm in what was pretty bright sun. Not a great time. I decided right then and there that it would be the template for something else. This is what I did. Basically, I made a mess. I tinkered. I played. I went forward. I back tracked. I think that I turned a broken place into something spooky. I’m also thinking that without those fleur de lis on the fence this picture might not stand on its own. I probably should go back at around dusk. Or, at least when there are heavy storm clouds blowing around. The problem with the dusk idea is that the neighborhood scares me a little bit. It’s one thing to be there when there are hundreds of people having a good time at a second line. …

4:25 PM, August 25, 2018


If you’ve followed Storyteller for any length of time, you know what I think. Senator John McCain embodied the words, honor, integrity and service. While I didn’t always agree with his positions,  I always respected him. I always thought that he cared about my country. Now, he’s gone. Last night I spent a long time thinking about what those words mean. What they really mean. You should too. Especially when it comes to modern politics. Politics in 2018. We have an opportunity to get back to those words. For those of you who read Storyteller in The United States, vote in November. Rest in Peace. Senator John McCain August 29, 1936 – August 25, 2018

Any Day


Summertime. And the living is wet and rainy. Ask any New Orleanian and you’ll learn the July and August are soggy months. If the humidity doesn’t get you, the rain will. They go hand in hand. The humidity builds up, the heat draws the clouds and bang. The rain falls. Usually pretty hard. But, we all know that it won’t last long. The rain stops. Everything cools down. The air becomes a little more pleasant. For ten minutes. Then it starts again. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. Most of us know to carry an umbrella. We mostly wear some kind of open shoe. Like flip-flops. Like Crocs. Or, sandals. We wear shorts. T-shirts. Women wear sun dresses, sometimes. We are going to get wet. The lighter that we dress, the quicker we dry. Real old school, long time folks just dress normally. Jeans. Long sleeved shirts. Closed shoes. The summer weather doesn’t seem to bother them. Or. They are delusional from heat induced craziness. It’s not for me to say. That’s a very long-winded way of saying, …