All posts filed under: Colorful

Doing It Another Way


I made this picture in Hong Kong. China. A couple of years ago. I tinkered with it during all of my down time. Mostly because to not do something photographic for a day drives me crazy. I doesn’t have to be the act of making a picture. It just has to be something photographic. The picture started out as a black and white piece of film. I made a print. I scanned it. I started messing with it until I got to this point, where I felt fulfilled. Photographically fulfilled. Imagine that. Lately, there has been a big discussion on many of the photo blogs, sites and even on social media about photography as art. Or, photography and art. Or, the future of photography. There was one theory that I read on Petapixel (I think) that photographers hold ourselves back by looking to the past. I rarely take them seriously. The real question, I suppose, is this. As we move into further into the digital age of the 21st Century what is a photograph? Is it …

The Very First One


The iPhone will be ten years old next year. I was an early adopter. Not for the camera, which wasn’t much. But, for the potential. And, the ability to carry a pretty much fully functioning computer around in my pocket. Apparently, Apple thought so too. It got to the point that most of us who use Apple products to actually make something, believed they were forgetting us. The latest version of the MacBook Pro was evidence of that. It’s underpowered and not designed for people like me in mind. Who needs an SD card reader. Who needs USB ports? I do. I do. But. Yesterday, they held sort of private press conference. They are upgrading the models that I care about, including the i-Mac, to a more professional standard. That made everybody smile. And, even more amazingly in this era of no apologies, they said that they were sorry. And, that they backed themselves into a corner. Mostly from a heat perspective. I appreciate that. We all make mistakes. We ought to own them. It’s …

To the Edge


I managed to walk. To the edge. Of the lawn. Where the fence is. The dogs were excited. Then, they were disappointed because that was it. To the edge and back. Very, very slowly. But, guess what? Almost no pain. And, my hamstrings stayed fairly flexible. That’s really the key to moving about. A little. Thank you for all your concern. As I write this, I realize that the tension that has been living in my lower back is not there this morning. My back feels kind of peaceful. You know, the way you feel when you’ve been through an ordeal. That doesn’t mean I’m going back on the streets. Our streets are a mess. And, I don’t think the scrum that is the crowd does me much good. I’m not sure it does anybody any good. One more thing. To those of you who only come to Storyteller via Facebook, thank you too. I grew up with a couple of you. Literally. Down the street. Across the street. You don’t know how much that means …

A Sunday Thing


Since I’m still not working, I’m looking at a deep review of my archives. I made a switch to Google Pictures. I cannot tell you how good it is at finding pictures that were “lost” in the nooks and crannies of my hard drives. Not only that, but it organizes them very well. It also searches pretty well. As long as I wrote the proper keywords or tags. However. Back in the old days, I’m not sure how many people understood that you needed to add complex metadata. You know? Data about data. Sounds funny. I know. You’re a visual person. Pictures are visual. In order to find a picture you have to write about it. Anyway. I made this picture in 2009. There is a little shrine not very far from where I lived in New Mexico. I went there a lot. Not because of any religious belief. Instead, because the place kept growing and retracting as the seasons turned. Besides, you know me. I think the work is the prayer. Lately, I’ve taken to describing …

Where’s Waldo?


Where’s Waldo, indeed. As you know, I’ve been skulking around my archives since I can’t really moved about at will. I found this picture. I made it back around a hundred years ago. Or, 2014. It says a lot about New Orleans. Because. This a second line that is so closely packed that it looks as if they are a mission of some kind. Or, they are waiting for some big concert. Then, you see a tuba. Ah, you start to think. That’s about the point when you probably should open the picture as big as you can. You’ll see things that makes New Orleans the place it is today. Look at the top of the picture at both the left and right corners. The one way signs. This is a corner, at which for no rhyme or reason, the city changed directions of the street. Imagine this pre-Katrina. This was a fully functioning neighborhood. Then, there is Waldo. Well, not really Waldo. A photographer friend of mine. He’s right there in the middle. Sort of. See the woman …

Another Way


“All art is autobiographical.” “All meaning is made by the viewer.” This little project may come to a quicker end than I originally thought. Because. I have no idea what this means to me. I’m fairly certain that it’s not autobiographical. It’s a little peaceful. Neither my work or I, thrive on a steady diet of this. I’ll work toward building a little portfolio of this gentle style, but it’ll have to be dovetailed with other work. Personal or professional. Even with this picture, I did a little tinkering. Not so much that you can tell. But, the first two images of the series just looked too muted to my eye. So, I brightened things up. Just a bit. Oh yeah. I’m awake way too early.  

New Blooms


Unlike other regions of the country, we in Southeast Louisiana are into our second phase of new spring blooms. Some flowers have bloomed, flowered, died and now look like typical summer foliage. This has been going on since mid-January. We only had about four days of winter cold. We’ve already had many low 80 degree days. I can hardly wait for summer. We expect a fairly wet rainy season because already the gulf waters are freakishly hot. I remember the last time gulf waters were hot. I’m not going there.