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”

Along Came A Little Water


This time I wanted to feel it. So, I played with everything that I could in post production without going too far. I suppose this is a kind of art, but I’m not sure. It could just be a mess. Ironically, in my world of typos I originally wrote that, “I could just be aContinue reading “Along Came A Little Water”

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”

Tomorrow Never Comes


It’s not that far away. This bayou. This swamp. This bit of water. It’s broken. When I first saw this place, maybe twenty years ago, the trees were lush and full. There were lots of them. Today, between industrial pollution and being a dumping ground for just about everything, it doesn’t look the same. It’sContinue reading “Tomorrow Never Comes”

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”

I Find Things


Looking around. Looking for subjects for my various projects — abandoned railroads, abandoned furniture, and unique examples of water — leads me to other places and things. Like this one. This is a gated fence, probably for road workers, that has been broken wide open. By itself, it’s meaningless. In the context of what youContinue reading “I Find Things”

Out in the Lower 9th


This is what I saw. I told you about this yesterday. I made this picture in the Lower 9th Ward. Houses stacked on other houses. Houses stacked on cars. Cars completely left to die after the water finally receded. The Lower 9th Ward was a vibrant community on the downriver side of the Industrial Canal.Continue reading “Out in the Lower 9th”

Just an Orphan of the Storm


Once upon a time. My Spotify playlist brought up a Mudcrutch song. Mudcrutch was the late Tom Petty’s first band. It had an Eagle in it, along with a few members of The Heartbreakers. It was a proto band. Petty decided to release an album of their music in 2006. It couldn’t have come atContinue reading “Just an Orphan of the Storm”

Is It Broken, Or Is It…


Broken… or well-worn? That’s my biggest change. A change in my personal viewpoint. It took my Storyteller break to help me see the difference. It took those days to help me understand that I’d better stop reading so much bad news. More importantly, I stopped reading viewers comments at news websites. Both sides are nuts.Continue reading “Is It Broken, Or Is It…”

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