ormally, you would see Our Lady of Guadalupe paintings in some Southwestern State, usually in New Mexico.

I was surprised to see this one in the Seventh Ward. This location was heavily flooded during the storm. When I made the picture there was mud, and gravel and leftover bits and pieces covering the streets.

A few people returned to their homes and were working on them to make them whole. It’s likely that one of them sprayed out that tag on the building. That tells the tagger that somebody cares. It doesn’t stop them from doing it again, but it may make them think.

The guys who tag buildings are smart, said no one ever. They could come back and get caught in he act. No telling what would happen then if they were caught.

So, there is some CoVid-19 news in New Orleans. Apparently, the virus has increased by 53% over the previous week. It’s mostly the Delta variant. The city is talking about requiring masks in certain situations and they are thinking forward to fall when it’s likely to surge.

This fall is very busy. Voodoo Festival bowed out until next year. But, French Quarter Fest and Jazzfest are scheduled to take place over three weekends. The city said that there may have to be some modifications to crowd numbers, or — ouch, ouch, ouch — the festivals may have to be cancelled. That’ll make four tries over two years for Jazzfest.

Since none of this is firm, Jazzfest is moving head and today The Jazz and Heritage Foundation announced the daily schedules.

The biggest fear may be that if there is fall viral surge that any of these festivals could become a super spreader event.

It’s all guess work ay this point, so stay tuned.


bviously, this picture didn’t take much post production.

It didn’t take much photo technique either.

All I did was see it, be surprised at what I saw, and make the picture. I got back in my car and drove away.

I should have investigated further. There are two sheets of paper posted to the left hand side of the picture, where the diagonal door is located. Those will tell you the disposition of the building.

I like to know those things in case I want to come back before it is demolished. In this case, I’d likely have had some time because demolitions didn’t start for another few years.

This building is a good candidate for destruction because the boarded up window looks like it was closed well before the storm.

One of these days I should return and find out what really happened.

One of these days.

Dead pay phones and broken windows.

A slight change.

I actually went out looking for pictures. Admittedly, I had some errands to run near The Bywater. I used that to get me out and about. Away from the usual. Once upon a time, places like this used to be the usual. For me. Maybe, it’ll come back to me.

Or, not.

The picture. An abandoned pay phone and part of the building behind it. I made a normal picture. With a real camera. Then I did my tinkering and playing. On big boy software. On a big machine. This is the result.

Anyway, I was going to drop off some framed art for a juried show.

This juried show. I suppose for the next year, we are going to be all things Fats Domino. Not a bad thing to be. I just signed a petition to change Lee Circle — now that the statue of Robert I Lee is gone — into Domino Circle. Let’s see what happens.



Along Annunciation Street
Along Annunciation Street

I was driving in an area of New Orleans where I rarely go. I think it’s a part of St. Thomas. Actually, it was after we ate all that Vietnamese food that I posed about earlier this week. I saw this row of collapsing structures and liked what it looked like. To me, it felt like it was so dilapidated place in Singapore. Of course, when I saw the run down area in Singapore it was years ago. By now, I’m sure it’s long gone since every building has either been restored or torn down and the neighborhood modernized to the point where I’d be lost in places I used to know very well.

Anyway. This place. I have no idea what it was or who owned it. As I wrote, I really don’t know this neighborhood. It looks like a row of dependencies. Those are what out buildings were called if they were supplied to the staff of a large house in which they lived and worked. In the early 1800s, many of them were sort of outdoor kitchens since cooking indoors was not safe. Yes. Prior to the Civil War, they might even have been slave quarters. Today, many are converted into small apartments or guest houses. Usually, you find them in The French Quarter. Since I had to walk across a field that was littered with bits and pieces of a building in order to make this picture, I’m taking an educated guess. At one point these really were dependencies. The field that I walked through was once the area in which the main house was located. Guessing. Remember that. Guessing.

The picture. That was easy. It took walking across a field. There. I wrote it a third time. Then I made the image with a 16mm lens so that I could stretch things out a bit and still fill the frame. I wanted to make a somewhat mysterious and misty picture. I did that in post production using some filters in software called OnOne. It takes some fiddling around and experimenting. But, it works pretty well. Please have a look at the results.



Not only is the mailbox broken and rusted, but the church window is broken.

Alone and forgotten

Apparently, a lot of readers like the idea of my long form story about New Orleans’ Central City. So, for the next week I’ll post a fewer pictures that reflect my work there. It will help me organize my work and my thinking. Organizing my work is not so hard to do. But, my thinking? Whew. It will also give New Orleans time to dress for Mardi Gras. To complicate my shooting schedule, the weather is refusing to cooperate. The temperature has dropped and is staying low. The rain is falling off and on for the next few days. When water isn’t falling from the sky, fog and mist is rolling in. Great for nature photography. But, it it really isn’t helping my work all that much. While I do believe that when the weather turns bad, the pictures get good. Too much of a good thing can become a bad thing. However… the dark, flat light is great for the mood of this project.

These two pictures. I think I’ve found the right color palette. Not quite so bright. Very detailed. And, a little gritty. That seems to be the texture of Central City.


Home is where the heart is… near the Tewa Trading Post, Santo Domingo Pueblo, New Mexico.

Once, in New Mexico, I went to a place looking for one picture and found this image instead. I don’t know if it’s photographer’s luck, or just wandering around until a picture appeared or if I was just plain lucky. But, this image became sort of a steady seller at a gallery of which I was once a part. The picture was made on a small part of the Santo Domingo Pueblo. A part, which the pueblo governor, granted me permission to photograph. Aside from being the right thing to do when you are walking all over someone else’s culture, they can ask you to leave if you do not ask permission.