My spring.

Spring.

I think it’s easy to take a picture of flowers or whatever says spring. It’s much harder to express what you feel. This image says spring to me. It’s poppy. It has energy. It is very colorful.

I got lucky. Sorta.

I made the magenta portion of the image about a week ago. I made the yellow flowers a day or so ago. Both pictures stand on their own. I started tinkering. I do that at night when I’m not thinking about the business side of my world. It’s pure creation.

The magenta flower was complete right after I photographed it. I finished working on the yellow flower, saved it and thought… hmm.

Often when you try layering, there are a few false starts. Not this time. The two pictures looked great together. It was a matter of adjusting the intensity of both pictures and fine tuning.

That’s it.

In case you are wondering, there isn’t a lot of hardware involved. the work was done on my smart phone. I could have created this post from there, but I like working on a big monitor for that. I usually can find and correct my mistakes easier on a large screen. Or not.

Even though you might not be interested in layering, there are a lot of little photographic tips throughout this post. They may help you. Or not.


Paris. Springtime. After a long winter. The picture was made looking toward the Left Bank from Quai de la Corse. Not a lot more to write. It’s been a very long trip. The color. Believe it or not, I did very little to make this color. I mostly was just stunned by the most amazing light and clouds. 


Yesterday, I wrote a little about Freret Street and its relationship to Central City. I thought I’d give you all a quick look at the street and some of the things that you can see there. It’s an overview and I’m sure I’ve missed something that somebody might think is important, but these kinds of shoots are always a work in progress.


A lot of people who talk about the redevelopment of Central City point to the Freret Street corridor as a good model. One that the developers of Oretha Castle Haley Boulevard should follow. I’m not sure about that A dozen or so semi-upscale restaurants does not a community make. But, as a walk up to the Central City work, I had a look at Freret Street. Well. Mostly I go there to eat. Yes. There are some good restaurants and some over rated ones. But, I suppose that’s in the eye of the beholder. Anyway… here’s my idea of a busy restaurant. This is a server at Dat Dog. Yes. Hot dogs and sausages. They start at about $8. That’s a lot of money, huh? It’s a lot of money for different sausages that are grilled on the same grill, and therefore, all taste about the same. Andouille? Kielbasa? Tastes about the same.

I’m not a foodie. I’m a photographer. A storyteller. So I won’t say anything further about the food. Here’s the picture. I shot it at a very slow shutter speed to capture the energy in the place. Funny story. The server looked it at on the camera. She said something to the effect of too bad it’s out of focus. It’s classic me. Oh well. She’s not a photographer…


So. A few nights ago I attended White Linen Night in New Orleans. The Crescent City. The Big Easy. The City That Care Forgot. Yeah. That place. The weather really was a little too hot and too humid for my taste. But, we were all dressed in white so we were cooler. We thought. We weren’t. And, we certainly weren’t cool in the hip sense of the word. Way too much white. We were mostly just soggy and hot. But, that didn’t stop some people from dancing the night away. Here some are some of the dancers now. Dancing in CAC or the Contemporary Arts Center. Wonderful art space. Really too hard to give the art its due with sooooo many people milling around. But, worth visiting. I think I go there once every five or so years, whether I need to or not. That’s not fair. A hurricane kept me away for many of those years. Anyway. For those who want to know the technical stuff. ISO 100, f 5.6 and little the shutter speed fall where it may. 


I’ve written a lot about second line parades. I’ve shared pictures that were mostly little snatches, snapshots and scenes of Uncle Lionel’s various second line parades. But, what does it look like when you stand back? Well. It looks like this… 


So. I was looking for a higher angle to photograph the beginning of Uncle Lionel’s second line parade. The best I could do was stand on the stoop — or porch, to some of you — of an old abandoned house. Yes. There are plenty of them in New Orleans. Some 62,000 by last count. While I was there, this young guy asked if he could share. Of course he could. He also agreed to add something special to my crowd picture. Here he is now. 


Finally. The weather was good. The skies were a little cloudy. The sun shone most of the time. It was really hot. The people were ready. It was time for Uncle Lionel to take his final ride. He left the funeral home to a slow jazz dirge of “Will The Circle Be Unbroken.”  The people walked with him. The bands cut loose and walked with him. It was not sad. It was about celebration. It was about life.

I was ready too. For me, it was about a lot of things. I guess it worked out. I made about 600 frames and kept 73 in my first edit. That’s a lot of selects for me. I haven’t worked the images through my second edit except to pick one picture for this blog. Too many pictures to post at one time and I’d like to think that I’m a little better editor than that. Finally, I found it. The picture that is in front of you. It seemed to sum up the whole day. No sadness. Celebration. Laughter. A huge smile.

In the coming days and weeks I’ll post a few more from this day.


They say if you want to make God laugh, tell Him your plans. Or, something like that. Between the horror in Colorado earlier today and the weather, I think everybody’s plans changed for Uncle Lionel’s jazz funeral. Sheesh. I’m not even sure what to write because my feelings are so mixed. A jazz funeral is supposed to be a glorious celebration of a person’s life . But, the rains came. And, the streets of  Treme flooded with at least a foot of water. That turned out to be a little thing. We, in New Orleans, are used to stuff like that happening. We deal with it. But, I awoke to the terrible news coming from Aurora, Colorado. That dampened my day before I even got wet in the never-ending rain. I did the only thing that I could do. I made pictures. I did the best I could. Why? Those who know me best, know that I say, “the work is the prayer.” Have a look at the pictures.