The Only Pay Telephone


The only working pay phone in New Orleans lives in Central City. It’s sort of in one of the worst areas of the neighborhood. I suppose people need to communicate or — forgive me — set up drug deals. That’s what makes this corner of the area so dangerous. When drug deals go bad, thereContinue reading “The Only Pay Telephone”

Journey Through The Past


Thinking about what I saw. I saw a lot. When I returned to New Orleans after my time in New Mexico, I wanted to see what remained of the storm. After all, I’d been gone for almost five years. It turns out that there were some 60,000 buildings decaying. The new mayor managed to cutContinue reading “Journey Through The Past”

Thinking of a Place


Junkyards. I don’t know what got me thinking about this. Maybe it’s because I often watch documentaries on various streaming services. I’ve internalized the broken, the abandoned and the left behind. If truth be told, I’ve poking around abandoned stuff long before the dawn of Netflix. It’s always interested me. It could be because whenContinue reading “Thinking of a Place”

Stranger To Himself


Very experimental. Since the all seeing dog isn’t walking so far these days because she isn’t quite well, I haven’t been looking about very much. I’d start seriously looking for pictures as our restrictions drop, but the sky is too blue and the sun is too bright. Ridiculous, I know. My best work is doneContinue reading “Stranger To Himself”

Twenty-Nineteen


Twenty-Nineteen. The year that was. The closing year of the end of a decade. Ups. Downs. All arounds. This year wasn’t as great photographically as it could have been. That was pretty much my fault. Between physical issues and a general lack of motivation I mostly produced a lot of faux nature pictures. Some whereContinue reading “Twenty-Nineteen”

Decay


Until the end of time. That’s what this picture feels like. I made the post production match my dreams. I really need a city to do this properly. I have some old cityscapes that might fit the bill. Some dreams I have, eh? They say that dreams are about some unsettled issue, or an answerContinue reading “Decay”

Whew


Life. As long as we have life, there’s hope. John Lennon said that. He was murdered. This weekend and week is about as rough as it gets. First came Peter Fonda. I didn’t know him, but his work influenced me. Then came Nancy Parker. I met her once at the Krewe of Zulu on MardiContinue reading “Whew”

The Details


Details. Details. Details. I was wondering just how many pictures of old couches, chairs and furniture would hold a readers interest. My answer? Not many. I wasn’t sure what to do about it until I saw this scene. It hit me. Details. A picture like this holds the reader’s interest in many ways. Not theContinue reading “The Details”

The Junk Project


The junk project. I had a good week. Not only did I find a couple of pictures for the summer project, but I found a couple of pictures for my junk and water projects. I’m not saying that everything I photographed will make it into the final cut, but having many pictures from which toContinue reading “The Junk Project”

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