I’m not really a big fireworks kind of guy. So, while I was thinking about what to post today, I came up with the idea of a collection of Americana pictures. So here we go.

I seem to be on a roll with Ry Cooder songs. Most of  these songs are from an album called I, Flathead. Strange desert, country music with a Ry Cooder twist. Makes me think of some of the stranger places that I’ve photographed along Route 66 for that project. So. These pictures were made in a couple of locations. Some were made in Gallup. Others were made in a place called Budville. And, some were made near Continental Divide just over the border in New Mexico when you are traveling east from Arizona. The thing about these places is that you can see most of them from Interstate 40. But, they get much more interesting when you get off I-40 and drive the bits and pieces of what’s left of Old Route 66. Technically, there really isn’t much more to making these pictures that “see the picture, take the picture.”

I wrote about Seligman, Arizona, a few days ago.  I realized then that you haven’t seen enough of the place. So, today’s post will be a little long and full. Thirteen pictures, I think. There’s no overall picture and that’s too bad. But, my detail pictures should give you a sense of the place. It’s quirky. It’s a little weird. It suits me. Listen to Ry Cooder when viewing.

I posted a picture from one segment of Route 66 yesterday. I thought that I would post another. This time from a very quiet section of the old route which is located in Laguna Pueblo. I like this image because it sort of tells you exactly where you are. You ARE on Route 66. There is no question of it. Some enterprising artist made sure of that. I saw it. And, I suppose that I took advantage of his work. I do that sometimes.

Once again, I’ve decided to publish a picture from Hong Kong. This image was made from the Hollywood Road entrance to the wet market in Central. It’s more of a scene setter which gives the viewer an idea of where the market is located among the skyscrapers of the city. In case you are wondering, it’s pretty much the color as the camera saw it. If anything, I turned it down a bit since it was really garish.

… for speed. Okay. I admit it. I borrowed that from the old movie Top Gun. I can’t remember who said to who, but two aviators were walking along the flight line.My need for speed? I like to drive fast on long open stretches of road. But, what I really like to do is make pictures that have a lot of implied speed in the content. So, this image comes from Hong Kong. It is one the  oldest forms of public transportation in the city. A tram. They have different names in different cities. But, in Hong Kong they are trams. This picture was made in Western, very near the tram line terminus. No. The tram really wasn’t travelling at a very fast speed. It just looks like it does. Ah. The marvels of technology.

I never thought that I would say this, but for the month of April I made too many pictures. As I was starting to “curate” — old guys like me call it edit — my April picture a day project, I realized that I made way more images than I needed for the 30 day month. Of course, this came from assignments, commissions and a very few stock productions as well as a few days when I actually made an image specifically for the PAD project.

For those of you who are new to following Storyteller. I started shooting a picture a day four years ago. Every time that I reach a year anniversary I think to myself, “that’s it, I’m done.” A week or so passes and I start getting a bit nervous. Then I start looking for something like a birthday, or beginning of a new month, or anything that I think would be a good starting time and off I go again. I took about a

five-week break between last years PAD project, which ended on my birthday. and this years project which began on New Year Day.

And, so it goes.

Well. This road picture is a little different. Usually, I make pictures through the windshield, while I’m driving. Not this time. At least I parked and photographed what I saw in my mirror. I like this frame. It’s about leaving. It’s about winter. It’s about being on the road. The color is nice too. It’s rich without being too rich. Oh yeah. New Mexico.

Yes. More of the same. Street musicians on Royal Street in The French Quarter. Sometimes, for me, shooting a constant stream of events becomes a little boring. The crowds start looking the same. The events start to blur. The parades really never change. The only thing that really changes is my thinking. With this French Quarter Festival — admittedly, my first since I returned after the storm — I decided to look at more low-key, or no key, events. Sheesh. I wouldn’t even call them events. They are just little gatherings. The approach allows me to take a little time and not cruise through The Quarter looking for a picture here or a picture there. It allows me to talk to folks and learn something about them and their story. It allows me to work the scene and hopefully make a little more meaningful picture.


I was watching this band play. I was standing next to an artist carrying his work. We started talking. He said, “That horn player is one of the best in New Orleans.” I replied, “Kermit (Ruffins) or Trombone Shorty might have something to say about that.” He just asked me to listen. He might be right. A guy nobody has ever heard of, could really blow. He perfectly illustrates something I’ve reading a lot this week. It’s not the tool. It’s the person.