Spooky. Scary. That’s the season. The season of the witch. It’s really scary around swampville today. Sometime early in the morning my phone went crazy with a 36 hour hurricane warning. You have no idea how it feels when you get any kind of notification like that. Your heart pounds. You are wide awake. YourContinue reading “Must Be The Season Of The Witch”
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Down on the Corner
Changing attitudes, changing altitudes. Sometimes I get bored with my own work. The trick is to keep making pictures. Eventually, the pictures evolve into something different. I get lucky sometimes and options appear while I’m in the field working. That’s the case with this picture. A brass band was playing in Woldenberg Park, which isContinue reading “Down on the Corner”
Down on the Corner
Blue Hour. A little mysterious. A little funky. Sometimes deep and dark. It’s a great time to make pictures, especially as late blue hour turns into night. If you like working on that edge take care. Street level details will fade into the shadows. That’s what you are seeing in this photograph. I opened theContinue reading “Down on the Corner”
Day Breaks
Quiet times. Normally The French Quarter is noisy. People are walking around in all states of decay. Some are tired. Some are lost. Many are drunk. Every now and then, you can find a beautiful stillness on the old cobbled streets. Both times of day have golden light and long shadows. The most predictable timeContinue reading “Day Breaks”
Learning
I hope you’ve me followed this deep. I’d love some feedback. Positive — of course. Negative — because it’s needed. All About learning Learn from me if you’d like. You are going to be right behind me. I like challenges, but many of you won’t. There is an old school template that I believe predatesContinue reading “Learning”
Dogaroo
Dogs. You know that they make me smile. After all, a pack of them allow us to live with them. They aren’t Beagles, but still. After this miserable week, which isn’t over, I needed something to make me smile. So, I dipped into those lost archives and found something that would do the trick. TheContinue reading “Dogaroo”
It Just Looks The Same
A little help with their friends. I have to laugh. Look at the two people in front. Look where the woman has her hand. I don’t know about you, but my head as never been used for a hand rest. I guess the guy doesn’t care. And, everybody is having fun. I made many picturesContinue reading “It Just Looks The Same”
On a Rainy Night
Rain. Wet streets. The whole place is glowing. Neon. Color. Reflections. As a wise man once said, “when the weather turns bad, the pictures get good. And, so they do. These so-called lost files having been showing me the way. I’m glad that I’ve worked through this little series. There is so much more thatContinue reading “On a Rainy Night”
It’s New Orleans, I Tell You
Rain. We, in New Orleans, get a lot of it. It doesn’t stop us. Usually. It certainly didn’t stop these two women. They were soaked through and through. What did it matter if they got even wetter? Besides, when was the last time that anybody saw Bourbon Street without crowds at night? And, she’s wearingContinue reading “It’s New Orleans, I Tell You”
