hat are you going to do for the fall? It took me a minute to realize my friend was asking about autumn, not the fall of the country.
I really don’t know. I know that I won’t be traveling, at least until sometime until mid to late 2022.
I’m hoping that my booster vaccination will give me some kind of freedom. Otherwise, well, I really don’t know. I’ll have to wait until the virus is manageable or I’ll have to balance risk and reward.
I’m really hoping that I can photograph Mardi Gras 2022, if the virus is under control enough so the it really occurs.
I don’t even know about that.
The last Mardi Gras — in 2020 — became a super spreader event. We were attacked in New Orleans for the sickness that spread across the nation.
Of course, nobody knew that the virus was here or that it would spread so quickly. Well, except one person. The always lying 45th President of The United States.
If he did know, that’s one more act that he’ll have to account for when he reaches the pearly gates and is sent south where the devil will reject him because the devil will say, “That buffoon is worse than me.”
I didn’t intend to wander so far afield but he keeps stirring up trouble and losing as he is known to do.
Anyway, I’ll discuss my green fall photograph on the right hand side.
oday is one of the better days since Hurricane Ida ripped so much stuff apart.
The region is putting some of that stuff back together, but it’s a slow process.
I suppose that this little stand of green was exposed because the storm managed to take down two trees that were keeping them in shade.
I saw them sparkling in the cooler fall air and low light and figured that I should do something.
So, I did it while never leaving my chair by the pool.
Sometimes, it’s easy. Mostly, it’s not that easy.
Photographers luck. You know?