Down to the start of the parade.

The trolls are coming out of the woodwork the closer we get to Fat Tuesday.

One guy said that he had just arrived in New Orleans. He asked what there was to do. Many, many, many people replied sincerely.

Something felt off so I went to his Facebook page. He lives in Chalmette, a whole 12 miles away from the French Quarter. Or, about three miles from the Orleans Parish border.

I called him out. Normally, I wouldn’t be bothered. But, all these well meaning folks were answering him and they needed to know.

Worse?

He’s a Mormon from Utah. He moved here to do church service.

This is a daily occurrence.

Here’s one more. This will make you laugh.

A young woman posted in comments asking why many sports teams are changing their names and logos.

In baseball, the Cleveland Indians already removed their logo, Chief Wahoo, and are changing their name. In football, The Washington Redskins are changing their name. They had temporary name last season. They were called The Washington Football Team.

In Atlanta, The Braves are talking to tribal leaders. I don’t know about The Kansas City Chiefs.

Anyway.

She wanted to know why all these teams were destroying history. To give credence to her question she claimed to be a “Native American.” She has a name similar to mine.

Oh no you don’t.

The first telling clue is that Indians do not want to be called Native Americans. They prefer to be called American Indians. That name is more accurate and they believe that true natives are likely not Indians at all.

We tend to worry about the big liars. Trump. Bannon. Robert Kennedy Jr.

But, what about the little liars who do it everyday as easy as they breath?

What do we do? Banning people from social media really is a slippery slope. For sure, because social media companies are private there is no First Amendment protection. But, when do they become dictatorial enforcers?

Nobody, not me, not you, has the time to read comments and correct them. Besides, nobody reads or cares anyway.

Still, the misinformation percolates to the surface.

When marching bands get ready to roll in a parade they have to come from wherever they were rehearsing.

If you’ve been out on the parade route in the past you know ever these places are.

I sat on a porch making pictures and talking to the kind folks who let me sit there.

I made this during my time of extreme pain. I barely could walk for more than a few minutes. Luckily, that issue was repaired.

When I started working on this project I selected this picture almost immediately. I wanted to really rework it. I guess I did that.

I started in Snapseed and finished in OnOne. Actually, most of the work was done in OnOne. I need some applications that only they provide.

Keeping at least some of the band from becoming a solid mass of shadow was challenging.

That’s it.

There are five more parade days during which no parades will roll.

Just as well, the weather is changing from mild to frozen in just a few days. If the weather folks are right, the temeprature on Fat Tuesday will be around 20 degrees with rain, sleet and a possibility of snow.

I’m leaving. If I could, I would.

Stay safe. Stay strong. Stay mighty. Wear your mask. Wash your hands. Keep your distance. Look after each other. Get your vaccine, and still… Stay safe. Stay strong. Yada, yada, yada.


In the morning, when you rise.

Walking and seeing. That’s what’s been happening lately. For some reason unknown to me, I seem to have recovered my ability to see.

It may have been my own doing. I started trying to make art that wasn’t me. I was trying to tailor my work to a certain gallery, rather than find a gallery that was tailored to my work.

Once I realized the difference it took me a couple of weeks to work through that, but eventually I came out on the other side where my process was my process, and my pictures were my pictures.

Muted art be damned.

So, now I’m back at it. I can see, feel and think again. I’m not sure if my work is good, but I’m sure that’s mine.

Stay safe. Stay strong. Stay mighty. Wear your mask. Wash your hands. Keep your distance. Look after each other. Enjoy your vision.

Processes are different for all of us. Lately, mine has changed. Since I’m not a photojournalist I can do whatever I like.

Lately, I look at a scene and see it for what it can be. That’s what happened when I saw the scene that eventually became this picture.

We were out about about 10am. Winter light is better than many other kinds of light. That was in my favor.

But, blue sky and a tree wasn’t much. It came to me that I could do something with this scene and make it a little special.

I framed the tree in the sky and went to work back home in the studio.

There was a lot of experimenting going on. After that came tinkering and finally some kind of success. I finished it in OnOne and it is as you see it.

I’d ask if you had questions. I can teach you the technique. But, your vision is your vision.


Something for winter.

Something for winter. Something yellow. Something bright.

The change is coming. In one day. Many of us will be watching it online via the socials. Many of us will be happy.

There are also those who have convinced themselves with no evidence that there is no way Biden could have won the election.

The pillow man thinks that he uncovered all sorts of thing. He brought them to the president who wasn’t interested and suggested that he bring them to the DOJ, who said that’s nice and promptly forgot them.

That’s it.

I’m sorry that the current president won’t even be at the inauguration. He’s skipping out. Heading to Florida. He wants to leave will he’s still president. That call sign, “Air Force One” is important to him. He doesn’t want to fly on a plain old plane.

What a punk.

I know that there is a chance he could be convicted by the senate. I know he has financial and commercial troubles that could choke a horse.

I don’t care.

Let the folks who deal with that stuff deal with it. I want to move forward. That’s what’s important to me. Even though I’m searching for me I know that working to benefit others will help.

So, that’s where I’m headed. To the future. See y’all there.

Bright flowers. Sun flowers. I didn’t even know that they could be grown down here.

Then I read that there are huge fields of them in Mississippi just across the border.

These aren’t them. I have a neighbor who grows everything. He’s got a small greenhouse. He’s got a hydroponic garden. He’s got a regular garden.

There are sunflowers in his greenhouse. I asked if I could photograph them. Obviously, he said yes. In return I’ll give him some prints.

The image is the result of layering. There are five layers of the same picture. Each slightly skewed. Doing this was so easy that I didn’t even have to adjust the picture.

That’s it.

Stay safe. Stay strong. Stay mighty. Wear your mask. Wash your hands. Keep your distance. Look after each other. Enjoy the future.


Where I went.

Somewhere into my own world. That’s where I went during my publishing break. I continued to make pictures, and make pictures and make pictures. I produced a large quantity of good work.

That’s what you’ll be seeing in the next couple of weeks. Then, I’ll move on. I have all sorts of projects going on right now. But, there is one that I’m working on for Storyteller. I had to separate that one from the rest as if Storyteller where a client. I realized that I would never complete it if I didn’t do that.

It’s called “Jefferson.”

There is a Jefferson Parish on the east and west banks of The Mississippi River. That’s not it. There is a Jefferson Highway that starts in New Orleans and works its way upriver all the way to the Bonnet Carre Spillway. That’s it.

Every time that I travel on a piece of the road I get interested in it. Much of it is light industrial or commercial properties.

There is a place where it makes a hard “S” turn. That’s where streetcars used to run. There is a cafe called “Crabby Jacks” located about there where you can eat great friend chicken.

There are abandoned places and upscale places, if hospitals are upscale.

It ends at the spillway, right on the river. When the spillway is closed you can drive in it. When it’s open, flood waters from the north bring it to almost overflowing. You can see larger freighters pass by on the river that look like they are taller than the roadway.

That’s my project.

Jefferson Highway from beginning to end. I thought of it while we were going to Best Buy, which we’ve done a million times, or less. It just sort of clicked in.

But, first I have to start photographing it… with real cameras. And, I want to show you how I spent my winter break.

The picture. This is a fine example of my winter break experimentation. It’s actually three layered pictures.

The winter tree came first. I added the blue sky as a background and finished it with magenta flowers that don’t look like flowers.

All of that took some doing, but all of it was done in Snapseed. There is no further post production.

I’ve also started taking off copyright information because it bothers potential users. Storyteller is copyrighted so why double the notice?

Stay safe. Stay mighty. Wear your mask. Keep your distance. Wash your hands. Enjoy every photograph.


A newly painted and former po' boy shop.
A newly painted and former po’ boy shop.

Renovation. Red walls old white framed windows.
Renovation. Red walls old white framed windows.

Everything is coming up... red.
Everything is coming up… red.

Red. I really like the color. I always have. Once, I even produced a small Blurb Book which contained only pictures of things painted red. I used it for marketing purposes.  I still look for red things, just not quite as intently. But, when I passed by this red building in Mid-City, I had no choice but to stop, look and photograph. It was a pretty amazing sight. The whole building is painted red. By that, I mean everything… as you can see in the bottom picture. The brick walls. The pipe. Everything. The only white in the pictures is the left over po’boy sign, the burglar bars and the white framed windows which appear to have been placed there while the building next door is being renovated. But, as you can see, from the green foliage growing from underneath the windows, they’ve been there for a while. You can also guess that because the green has no red over spray on it. This neighborhood was pretty heavily flooded during and after the arrival of Hurricane Katrina. It is coming back. Slowly. There is an open area called the Lafitte Greenway, which has been in the planning stages since 2006 right across the street from this building.  It links Mid-City, Treme, The French Quarter and the CBD. It is being developed on abandoned railroad right of way. In many ways this is a good thing. How could it not be? But, it runs past former housing projects and sketchy neighborhoods. Many people feel that it could become a gang and drug traffic expressway. So, for now, there is this green swatch running through the heart of New Orleans that is fenced off. There are a few places where you can walk out onto it. But, you can’t get far.

The pictures? Well, this is simply see it, stop your car, get out and photograph it. So, this set of pictures was made on my way to some place else. Where was I going? You know, I can’t remember. I got distracted by this red building. But, I know where I was coming from. I was taking a round about way to where ever from the Our Lady of Guadalupe/St. Jude Church. The thing about this building is its color. Red is not a dominant color in New Orleans paint schemes. So, when you see it… wow! It catches your eye.