With the face of a dog. Drifting in the early evening.
As a prelude.
To the storm to come. There are two. The big one, that I mentioned yesterday.
And, the little one, which arrived in the early morning. Within three hours it managed to dump nine inches of rain in our neighborhood. The entire city, and outlying regions, is flooded with about two or three feet of water. Even our street, which never floods, is overwhelmed. Water is up to our porch and well into our driveway. The pool is overflowing.
We had a tornado warning, a flash flood warning, a high wind advisory and a lakefront overflow warning all at once. We are a very special place.
If this keeps up, and with the big storm arriving Friday, it is very likely that the levees holding back The Mississippi River will overtop. That’ll be something. Low lying streets along the river will be flooded with I don’t know how many feet of water.
The big storm is going to make landfall as Hurricane Barry, a Category 1 storm somewhere near Lake Charles Saturday morning in the daylight hours. It will dump anywhere from 6 to 12 inches of rain inland. I have a very soft spot for Lake Charles. That’s where we finally made our temporary shelter after we evacuated following Hurricane Katrina. The folks there took good care of us. I wish them well. And, prayers.
When I made the picture I had the title in mind. I forgot what I already knew. Deep Blue is the title of a song by George Harrison. He wrote it upon the death of his mother and while he was trying to keep his father and brothers together.
Unless you are like me, you might have never heard it because it was the B-side of Bangladesh of which the proceeds were given away for charity. You know, to help the people of Bangladesh.
Of course, if you have an A and a B side of a record that means you are listening to a 45. I’m old enough to still have a small collection of them, although many of my records were washed away in the flooding that followed Hurricane Katrina. That’s why, for me, Spotify is the greatest invention since records. I get to listen to just about everything I want just by hitting search. You can do that on YouTube as well, but the sound quality just isn’t the same.
During this bit of seasonal existential search I’ve been having dreams. Oh my! What dreams. Given how I see the world, my dreams don’t surprise me. They are bright, energetic and very colorful. But, the best thing. All sorts of people are popping up from my past. I awoke thinking how good it was to see all of them. These are people who I lost mostly because I was moving around a lot in the early days of my career. People who, intelligently, did not join Facebook so they don’t pop up as “people you might know.”
A publicist with whom I work says that everybody has to be on Facebook, because it has become the telephone book of the digital age. I don’t know if I agree with her or not. If you want to find me, Google me. I show up about a bazillion times. Just like my pictures do. People find my work on Google even more than they do at my agencies. And, they try to steal it more from Google. I’m fixing that. I have a better way than seeking direct copyright damages.
The picture. You know me. I’m a fairly simple photographer these days. See it. Photograph it. Hope for the best in this kind of light. Of course, the best version of this picture would be made with a tripod. But, I wasn’t planning to actually make this picture. It was just sitting there, waiting for me to find it.
I think it was last Monday. I had to run some errands and then I knew I needed to make some pictures, so I took the easiest way in to the French Quarter from where I was, which involved me getting on the interstate and doing sort of a flyover thing. It also allowed me to do my drive by-shooting-thing. Or, rather, drive-into-shooting-thing. Traffic was great. The light was golden and behind me. From this point on I-10 you can see the Central Business District, The Mercedes Superdome and some of the new medical development in part of Mid-City.
I suppose that I should explain this “needed to” make pictures comment. I’m made to take pictures. When I don’t, I feel the need. The act of finding and making pictures makes me happy. Makes me whole. Enriches me. Takes me out of the mood of the hour. Or day. I could have stopped with this picture. I knew I had it without chimping. But, I kept going. I made more and better pictures on that night. I’ve posted some of them already. I guess when I do this, I’m following a classic musician’s trick. If a musician is recording and hits the song on the first try, he or she plays it again… always trying to top the first take. I guess that’s what I do. Sometimes I do it. Mostly I don’t. On this particular night I did. Luck. Photographer’s luck.