All posts filed under: Ray Laskowitz

In the Spring


Spring is about change. Rebirth. Change. Maybe. All I know is that I’m going to make some changes. Some to me. Some to my shooting style. At least for what I am loosely calling the spring series. As you know, my general style is bright, high color, contrasty and fairly graphic. When I photograph something like flowers, I usually frame them very tightly. Then I work them in post production. That’s what I started out doing with this first spring series. Something happened. The wind blew and I moved to keep up with the picture and I found this kind of strange crop. I don’t normally chimp, but I wanted to see if the picture I thought I made was really the picture I made. It was. It is more about the space in between than the flower, itself. Aha. Something a little different for me. I set out to TRY to make more of them. I failed way more than I succeeded, but so it goes. I’m staying off the streets for physical reasons. But, …

And, Finally


It’s not that I’m out of pictures of Super Sunday. It’s because I’ve used my take for a week. I may be boring you. And, the culture is hard to understand. Especially if you don’t live in New Orleans. Even though it doesn’t look it, there is a lot of ritual. A lot of protocol. A lot of ceremony. So. I thought that I would conclude with a little portfolio of pictures about one man who I’ve been knowing (as they say around here) for about five years. Wildman John. His suits are always very, very good. But, I think he out did himself with this one. Whew. He understands his culture. He sings. He dances. He walks up and down the street, greeting people along the way. Then he walks the parade route. As big as his suit looks, it is smallish and more traditional. Some Indians make suits that are about twice this size and have massive three-dimensional  components to them. The pictures. Follow him around a bit over the course of the late morning …

By the Look of Things


I’ll let you draw your own conclusions. To me this picture makes a statement. A huge statement about New Orleans. And, perhaps the state of America. From a health perspective. Look at the details of the picture very carefully and you’ll see what I mean. Far be it from me to do any kind of shaming. I think we are what we are. Besides, on some days I can barely walk so who am I to complain? At least I try. No matter how bad the pain is, I still manage to walk three miles a day. I try to eat well. I stretch… until the stretching doesn’t see to help. I think a lot of people in this picture — well four — have given up. That wasn’t the intentional point of this picture. I just liked the moment. I didn’t really see all that was going on until I opened it up to work on it. At first it seemed funny. But, as I looked at it I began to think, “Wow, we are …

Eyes of the World


“Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world. The heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own. Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings But the heart has its seasons, its evenings, and songs of its own.” — Jerry Garcia/Robert Hunter — The Grateful Dead A Super Sunday portrait. Much more to come. But, for now. A little rest. A lot of walking yesterday. And, dodging the crowd. And, bouncing around. The picture. A straight ahead portrait. I asked. He nodded yes. The rest is as you see it.  

It Comes and It Goes


A street portrait. It took three attempts to write anything that I even marginally liked. Then, I realized I didn’t like the original crop of the picture. So. I re-cropped the picture. And, this is my fourth attempt at writing anything meaningful. I like the crop much better. It was too wide and skinny the first time around. I’m mostly just babbling, which is no different from the rest of my writing. But, usually I have a point to make. I suppose that I really do have something to say. Use it or lose it. Because. The mojo comes and goes. Because. If you mess around too much with the marketing of whatever it is that you do, the magic leaves your fingertips. Your brain. And, your soul. I’ve seen it happen way too many times. The marketing becomes the work. Often, it becomes the sole work. Market AFTER you are almost finished with your project. That includes blogging about it. Yeah, yeah. I know about creating a niche for your work. And, building towards it. But, if …

On the Other Side of the World


I found this. On the other side of the world. Or, some place along Bayou. St. John. Whichever comes first. If you live in New Orleans you might know where this place is located. If you don’t live in the city, it doesn’t matter. In any case, I’m not being very precise about its location. It’s just one of those things. You understand. The picture was taken on the way to some place else. I saw it and I made the picture. I didn’t even tinker with those windows. They came that way. Or, somebody else did it. To the building, not on the digital file. By the way, I think this building is for sale. Either that, or the parking lot next to it. Anyway. Happy weekend. Mine will be short. St. Joseph’s Night. Super Sunday. And, a second line making its way through the Super Sunday parade. Too many people. Too many cameras. Not enough pictures. Heh!