Left Behind.

The dumpster project. Part two.

Just like the water project, it takes some time to find the pictures. Mostly, they find me. When I’m not looking.

That doesn’t mean that I’m not focused. It means that I’m disciplined, always keeping these projects in the back of my mind.

I’ve been a little unsure of my color palette, and most post production style. I think, that with this picture, I’ve found it. It’s pleasing to my eye with just enough shadows to make the picture a little mysterious. And, enough glow to make it a little ethereal.

We’ll see.

I do like letting the pictures lead me, rather than the other way around. I’m pretty sure in terms of the flow of this project, one of two things has to happen. Either every picture stands together. As a group. Or, every picture stands alone. As a single picture.

Even though I like this particular post production process, it could change.

On another subject.

Have a good thought for some friends of mine. They are moving to Mexico from Seattle. Take that ICE. Take that POTUS. They will be living with a lot of other expats. They have a lot of reasons for doing this. Two are cost of living and quality of life.

As they get ready to approach Laredo, where they are crossing into Mexico, the weather has turned un-Godly hot. Around 115 degrees F. They have about a two day window when the temperatures drop. They’ll need that badly because they must transfer their stuff from a U-Haul trailer to a van that will deliver their goods to their destination. That’s very hot work. They are in their 70s, although you wouldn’t know that to look at them. The heat alone will tax them. Broken down heat exhausted cars in the desert could kill them. They also sent a big moving van with their furniture and big stuff.

Currently, they are holed up in Santa Fe, New Mexico. The temperature is around 75 – 80 degrees F. I wish I was holed up with them. Besides, Santa Fe and all the wonderful things to do, see and eat there, we have a lot of photographer friends in common that we can hang with. We all have worked with each other in the past.

Long careers seem to equal old friends. Artist friends.

 

 

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Dumpster tagging.

Yes. Irony.

The dumpster is made out of iron. See what I did there? But, not that. Tagging a dumpster just seems so ironic. In the usual sense.

Nice branding for the trash collection company, eh? That’s Sidney Torres IV. It has nothing to do with internet waste. Although there seems to be plenty of that. Mr. Torres¬†owns and develops a lot of stuff and property in New Orleans. He’s a young guy. He helped out in the French Quarter by providing private policing who cruised around in mat black, tricked out golf carts. He’s developing a lot of property in Mid City.¬†He calls out the mayor regularly and thinks he wants to replace him. All good, except… He owns a house behind a music club. He bought the house a couple of years ago. The club has been there since the 1920s. He turned NIMBY. (Not in my backyard) and want noise abatement rules instituted.

You can see where this is going.

Anyway. I made this picture on the way to a second line, This is an example of tagging that I don’t think is art. Since a number of you have started blogging about graffiti and street art, I’ll just add this picture the to conversation. Yes. The dumpsters do have a pretty nice, contemporary bit of typography on them.