his is a New Mexico picture. Sometimes I just see shapes and I want to see what they look when I photograph them. I’d forgotten this picture until Amazon found it some buried sub-archive. Boy, was I happily surprised.
I’d tell you that this is an adobe wall, but it is not. It is some kind of concrete that is made to look like adobe. It’s sort of a touristic thing to do when you want to attract people to your business as they are wandering around Santa Fe.
Some would say that this is not real adobe that the picture isn’t true.
Of course it’s true. It’s not a study of construction method, it’s a study of the shape created by that dark gap in the wall.
ream or nightmare, you tell me. I’m going with nightmare and I’ll tell you why. You know that I post most of my tales the afternoon before the publishing date.
I sat down at 1 pm to start editing the picture. It is now 5:43 pm. The computer just gave me hell when the night previous, it was smooth and fast. It wouldn’t load. Every app gave me a hard time.
I finally rebooted the computer and that took three tries. OnOne took four tries to load. WordPress, for once, worked as as expected.
I don’t understand what happened. Apple suggests that you put the computer to sleep for extended periods of non use. I did that.
Apple says this because it takes a good 30 minutes to reboot from a cold start. Even when it is finished, apps don’t respond very quickly.
It could be the age of the computer. But, I’ll tell you this. We bought a refurbed Hewlett Packard Windows 10 computer just as a test. It runs smoother and faster than my main machine ever ran.
Here’s what happened. While Apple was making smartphones and watches, they weren’t paying attention to what should be their core product, computers. They made tiny, incremental changes while Windows products were getting better by leaps and bounds.
The latest iMacs reflect that trend. There is a new chip. But, the really big deal, apparently, is now they come in about five colors. Like that’ll help.
There is a new iMac coming out sometime soon. That’s supposed to have the big upgrades. We’ll see. It probably means five more colors.
Along with my change of blogging location I might as well just switch to a Windows product. After all, Windows 11 is supposed to look like an Apple desktop.
I probably won’t notice the difference except it’ll be much faster.
here is a lot of manipulating and technical work that went into this photographic piece of art.
The original picture is simple. It’s an old blue Chevy pickup truck parked in front of an abode building.
I started tinkering with it. Slowly at first, then I went a little crazy.
It may seem like I did everything possible to it. I stopped just before that. But, honestly, I do not remember adding that film strip to the bottom of it.
I must have been in a fine frenzy.
Whatever happened, is the result of going out of my mind. But, not knowing it at the time.
And, here’s more technical nonsense just in case you haven’t had enough.
We’ve decided to not pay so much to cool the house during a normal Southeast Louisiana summer.
between travels. I’ve traveled since I was a little boy. Maybe five or six years old. We took the Santa Fe El Capitain to Chicago and from there the Broadway Limited to New York City. We did that almost every other summer until I was 15 years old. Trains started changing. The Broadway Limited was a New York Central System train. Sometime in the middle 1960s they merged with the Pennsylvania Railroad. Both were losing money. Apparently, the owners thought that they could lose money together.
That lasted until 1970 when the federal government stepped in and created Amtrak. They never make money, but they weren’t created for that. In fact, since the end of World War II, passenger trains lost money. There just wasn’t a way to earn the money that freight trains do.
Enough about trains.
That’s not where this piece was going. It’s about me. Me. Me. Me.
I started traveling again after 1972. I took mostly road trips. I also commuted from San Jose to Long Beach, California. I went to college in San Jose.
My first real job in the long arc of my career was in southwestern Virginia. Once we got there, we didn’t travel much except to photograph sporting events and to visit friends who lived in Washington D.C. That was before I worked there.
Eventually. I worked at couple more newspapers. By then I was an editor. We never traveled. I join the staff of one of two picture agencies. I never traveled for the first one. I always traveled for the second one. That wore on me. Fly back to The United States from Hong Kong, overnight in Dallas where I supposedly lived and fly to New York the next day.
I kept doing that kind of work until the 2000s, when I began my second career. That one entails constant traveling especially in the summer. I set my alarm and wrote on a piece of paper, “You are in xyzzy city.”
Blammo. Then traveling stopped. Totally.
The summer of the great pandemic.
For the first month or so, being at home felt good. It was different. We got to be home. Even those of us in our households who didn’t travel liked us being home. Now, a little over six months in, our stirs are going crazy. I feel like I’m in a Jimmy Buffett song. “I just shot six holes in my freezer. I think I’ve got cabin fever. Somebody sound the alarm.”
Many of us have completed long postponed home projects. Obviously, if they were undone for so long, they didn’t need to be done. What the hell am I going to do with the five level bird house? There aren’t five levels of birds around here.
For some of us we know that we won’t really start traveling until spring of 2022. That’s right 2022. Not 2021. Not by the end of this year. 2022. I have no idea what trouble I will have gotten into by then.
The picture. We moved to New Mexico in late 2005 after Hurricane Katrina “wiped out region clean like the Bible said.” If memory serves we arrived in mid-November. We stayed until mid-2011. We took a lot of road trips. We flew for business. We flew for pleasure.
Even after we returned to New Orleans, the travel never slowed down.
Even though I complain a lot about my ailments (That’s what old people do), I’m built to travel. I can drive 12 hours a day. I recover quickly from jet lag to major time zone crossings. I enjoy all sorts of food. I get along with all sorts of people.
But, here we all sit.
I made this picture on a New Mexican road trip. I can’t remember where it was made. I suppose I could look at my daybook from the last year we were there. What caught my eye was the church. There are churches everywhere just like New Orleans. But, mostly the light got my attention.
Remember, I said that there is a magical quality to New Mexican light? I didn’t do anything to the light and sky of this photograph. That’s what I saw. That’s what you see.
Stay safe. Stay mighty. Wear your masks. Enjoy all the American Indian fry bread.
I was stumbling around in my files around trying to find a peaceful Sunday picture. I still want to keep my promise and publish Christmas pictures until the big day. But. But. But. I’m feeling pretty numb just about now. I don’t think I’m feeling much different from most of the people living in the world after the darkness of yesterday. We are all one in that. In many ways it got worse today. The shock wore off and left the wound. A big, gaping wound. It didn’t help when we learned the names and ages of the children. The little ones who passed yesterday were little bits of light in our world. They made the world a brighter place. Today they are tears in heaven.
Then I found this picture. It’s not much. But, it says what I want it to say. It’s about peace. I made it in the Sandia Mountains just above Albuquerque, New Mexico. I couldn’t tell you exactly where. But, I do remember it was very cold and very quiet on that little ridge. The view was spectacular with the city’s lights in the background so it made the cold okay. It was… Cleansing. Bracing. Invigorating. Those things.
You know what? I’m having a helluva a time writing this. Usually, a thought comes to me. And I just sort of write. The words come out. Not tonight. I reckon that I’ll settle down. I’m not so worried about the words. That’s really not what I do anyway. But, the pictures? What if they don’t come?
Relax! Let you eyes wonder and quiet your mind with some visual therapy. A picture is always more than you can see. You will also find my own illustrations about things I find funny and interesting. Have some fun, life is short!