“Red and white, blue suede shoes
I’m Uncle Sam, how do you do
Gimme five, still alive
Ain’t no luck, I learned to duck

Check my pulse, it don’t change
Stay seventy two, come shine or rain
Wave the flag, pop the bag
Rock the boat, skin the goat

Wave that flag, wave it wide and high
Summertime done come and gone, my oh my

I’m Uncle Sam, that’s who I am
Been hiding out, in a rock and roll band
Shake the hand that shook the hand
Of P. T. Barnum and Charlie Chan

Shine your shoes, light your fuse
Can you use them old U.S. Blues
I’ll drink your health, share your wealth
Run your life, steal your wife

Back to back, chicken shack
Son of a gun, better change your act
We’re all confused, what’s to lose
You can call this song the United States Blues”

U.S. Blues — Robert Hunter/Jerry Garcia — The Grateful Dead

I’m not feeling so patriotic this Independence Day, so you’ll have be happy with some lyrics sung by The Grateful Dead.

I made these pictures over the course of the last ten years. During my travels. In many parts of The United States.  For those of you who celebrate our national holiday, burn a hamburger for me. For those of you who live in other countries and for whom July 4 is just another Thursday, enjoy yourselves. Do whatever it is you want to do. To our friends to the north in Canada. I’m sorry.


Cadillac Ranch.

A rough year. No. Make that 18 months.

I’m not going to get into a political thing on a holiday. I’m going to appreciate what I have. Remember what the notion of the USA means. And, hope that we can fix the damage already done. You know what I say about hope. It’s like miracles. They take hard work.

For those of you in The United States, happy Fourth of July. For those of you everywhere else, happy Wednesday.


A little American Flag photography.

241 years.

That’s how old my country is today. We’ve been through a lot. Wars. Depressions. Recessions. Floods. And, disasters. Expansions. Growth. Painful modernization. New technology. Old technology. Threats. And, challenges. We sent men into outer space. We went to the moon. We shortened the trip from the Atlantic to the Pacific Ocean by building a canal. (So you know, I accidentally dropped the part about oceans, making it look like we shortened the trip to the moon by building a canal. Sheesh. Perfection is for angels.) We’ve helped to conquer many illnesses. The list of accomplishments, and some setbacks, is long. There is a lot more to come.

We have a few very challenging months or years ahead of us. But, I am confident that the man who shall not be named will not hurt my country permanently. Unless he blows up the world. In that case, I suppose it doesn’t matter.

Wait a minute. That’s not what this post is about. Nor, is Storyteller.

Storyteller is about art and photography and stuff. It’s that stuff part that gets me. Art — any art — is influenced by outside affairs. It isn’t just generated out of an artist’s head. The outside creeps in, spins around and comes out in some form of art. Sort of like dreams. But, different.


I made the base picture years ago. Well, not that many years ago. Seven. In 2010. In Las Vegas. In the Venetian hotel, casino, shopping mall and food court. They were featuring a — get this — Independence Day art exhibit at time. A Chinese woman was taking pictures of the flag. You can see her in my picture. I photographed her. She turned around. And, photographed me. Fair is fair.

I added my usual mix of flowers and bright spots, spun them around and you are looking at the result.

Happy Independence Day to those of you who live in the United States, and those who are abroad. To the rest of the world — most of you — enjoy Tuesday.

Pictures of everything.
Pictures of everything.

A holiday. A national holiday. The 4th of July. Independence Day.

These pictures were made in a lot of places. Las Vegas, New Orleans, Virginia City. Somewhere that I can’t remember. I don’t think that matters. It’s just a collection of what I saw on my rambles.

For those of you in other countries, not to worry. I’ll be back with my usual work. On Sunday.

In the French Quarter.
In the French Quarter.
Uptown American flag.
Uptown American flag.
American flag and Katrina Cross.
American flag and Katrina Cross.
Hanging American flag.
Hanging American flag.