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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, …

You Deserve a Break Today


I thought that I was finished with this series. Then, I saw it. One more picture. The one with the golden arches tucked neatly into the bottom right hand corner. I composed it that way. But, it was hidden in the funk of low-lying clouds. Even though it doesn’t look like it, this picture took a lot of post production work. It was tricky. How do you pop the little McDonald’s sign out of the darkness without making it too bright? Very carefully. I used some OnOne tools that allowed me to work in teeny-tiny increments. It reminded me of the days in the darkroom when we used potassium ferricyanide to open the shadows slightly. The difference? Not only was that chemical dangerous, but one wrong move and the print was ruined. You started over with a new print. Made in the dark. It was tedious work. Today, of course, we do it digitally. We can save an image as we go. Make a mistake, and take a step back. After thinking about it for …

Welcome to the Soft Parade


“Successful hills are here to stay, Everything must be this way, Gentle streets where people play Welcome to the Soft Parade,  All our lives we sweat and save, Building for a shallow grave, Must be something else we say, Somehow to defend this place, Everything must be this way Everything must be this way, yeah, The Soft Parade has now begun, Listen to the engines hum People out to have some fun, A cobra on my left, Leopard on my right, yeah.” —  Soft Parade lyrics © Doors Music. I made the picture. Then, I found the lyrics. The song starts with this, “When I was back there in seminary school.” That’s how I replied to a friend of mine who was discussing the road and sky picture that I posted the other day. That got me started. I listened to the song. I used to love The Doors. I worked on the picture. I found the lyrics. Here we are. The start of the work week for some people. You can find a line in the lyrics about just that. I guess I …

Highway 61 Revisted


“Oh God said to Abraham, “Kill me a son” Abe says, “Man, you must be puttin’ me on” God say, “No.” Abe say, “What?” God say, “You can do what you want Abe, but The next time you see me comin’ you better run” Well Abe says, “Where do you want this killin’ done?” God says, “Out on Highway 61””– © 1965 Bob Dylan/Warner Brothers Music Yep. This is it the Highway 61 that Bob Dylan wrote about so many years ago. Not this part exactly. But, further on up the road. In Mississippi. Rosedale, Mississippi. At the crossroads of Highways 61 and 49. Where Robert Johnson made a bargain the devil. He traded his soul for musical genius. He wrote “Traveling Rosedale Blues,” which eventually was morphed into “Crossroads,” by Eric Clapton. That’s a little history for you. This place is Highway 61, or Airline Highway, way down road from the area that the song is about. So far down south that it is almost located at its starting point on Tulane Avenue in …

On a Hot Satchmo Sunday


And on the third day. Yes. Third day of posting images from the Stachmo birthday second line, and the Stachmo Summer Fest, and I’m happy to say that I’ve got plenty of images to share. Sometimes, that can sort of become an issue. But, my mojo sort of came back — even if it’s only for a short time — on Sunday. I did the things that I can do, and wisely stayed away from what I couldn’t. I worked the front end of the parade where I thought some of the best action would be. I did not try to walk the entire length. That would have likely killed me. Or, if not. I’d likely still be recovering. Here we are two days later,  and I took the dogs for a long morning walk, coming home just dripping from sweat. And, embracing it. That’s the trick. The easy stuff is easy. The hard stuff is the thing you should embrace. Yes. Getting old is not for the faint of heart. But, it should mean …

Rose Tears


The rain, the park and other things. Another experiment. With something that’s almost macro, in the very loosest sense. That’s a whole other story. I was making pictures of some rose petals. I sort of missed the focus on them. Instead, I focused on the rain drops. If I didn’t tell you that, you might not know. Since I teach a lot on Storyteller, I reckon that you better know what my original intent was. Once I did the basic edit, I started tinkering. And, playing. And, messing around. The usual things. That’s the only way to learn. As I’ve often written, if you don’t like the direction you can change it. Or, just go back to the original with the caveat that the image you made in camera is not what your eye saw. It’s impossible. Your eye is connected to your brain which is the world’s most powerful computer. Your camera’s software can’t come close. For some reason as bright as the original file was, I wanted the finished image to be muted. …

Golden Leaf


Day two. Art harder. Art more. If you read or listen to the news, you’ll understand this. Would I, or wouldn’t I try to make art from something simple? Heheheheheheheheh. I made this picture a week or so ago. It is a simple golden leaf that fell onto a wrought iron table. There was some low morning light so snap, snap, snap. I let it marinate until I figured out something to do with it beyond its own simplicity. Simple would have been just fine. But, you know me. Tinker. Tinker. Tinker. The first couple times were pretty much failures. You learn from failure. The last time I worked on the image – viola (Or, walla as some red state people would spell it). I got it. I went one for three. Probably a good enough batting average for last night’s Major League Baseball’s All Star Game. Sorry about that “walla” comment. I’m supposed to be turning over a new leaf. No more snark. See what I did there? “Turning over a new leaf” combined …

Street Photography


Now, this is street photography. A picture of the street. Nah. That’s not what the photographic world means.  In actual fact, the photo world doesn’t know what it means. It’s a catchall for just about every kind of unplanned work. A friend of mine thinks that you just stick your camera out there and push the button while trying to remain anonymous. What happened to the decisive moment? Or, photographer and subject interaction? Then, I guy I follow on WordPress started posting art museum pictures that he took secretly, saying this was a street photography technique. I can tell you that some of the greatest working photographers do not work secretly.  They work in fairly close with ether a 28mm, 35mm or 50mm lens. You can’t miss them. One thinks when he is working with a 50mm lens that he is using a telephoto.  It’s funny. But, real. Caution. Rant coming. Sorry too. This is normally a family blog. Cut the bullshit. Stop the gutless, scared approach to photography. Stop taking pictures from across the …

Magnolia


Two approaches. One before. One after. The news these days hasn’t been so good. In fact, yesterday’s news was downright bleak. Like anyone who is loosely called an artist, that affects me. As it does, us all. After yesterday’s picture, I thought I would publish something lighter. Something brighter. Something happy. The top picture is of a magnolia. A southern thing. Yeah. Right. Yesterday’s news turned worse and worse and worse. So. I made another version of the top picture. In addition to cropping it, I made it very dark by stacking images. The bottom picture is the result. I like it less than the bright magnolia, but it represents how I’m feeling these days. One friend, from Albuquerque, saw yesterday’s picture of the jet as what it is. Foreboding. Another friend, from Dallas said, after seeing all the news yesterday, that “this too shall pass.” Normally, I’d agree. But, appointing a supreme court justice is a generational thing. It will pass in about 40 years. Assuming I’m even alive, I will be around 105 …

Like Magic


A mushroom. In nature. Not to be picked or eaten. The dogarito won’t even smell them. She knows earthy poison when she sees it. I didn’t do much to the picture. I mostly just made it look earthy. Just like I saw it. So. Yesterday. My thanks to Gregory and Sharon for showing us what a debate could and should look like. I doubt that they’ll ever agree on the topic, but they each made their points respectfully. Instead of 2018, their discussion felt like pre-2000. If you haven’t read their thread, you should. It’s well worth your time. At one point, Sharon was concerned that I didn’t approve her comment. I never do that. Once you are approved, you are approved. It turned out her comment was in the spam folder. I have no idea why, but once I found it I reinstated it. The only posts I don’t approve and turn into spam are from trolls who show up just to fight. You know the ones. On the kids in cages front. It …