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The Storm Broke


I don’t normally photograph clouds. I work them into pictures of other stuff. But, clouds as a stand alone subject? Not so much But, I just couldn’t resist this scene. Whew. This is sunset after a major storm. It was one of those side ways rain sort of storms. The storm brought cold air into the region. Temperatures dropped by around twenty degrees. When it finally blew through, the air was clear, crisp and sparkling. What a wonderful storm. The only thing I can tell you about the technique in making is this picture is this. I saw it. I photographed it. I posted it. Who am I to mess with nature? Advertisements

A Change of Season


I was looking at my posts for the past few weeks. Seems like I’ve been plumbing some pretty dark depths. Moody. Dark. Deep. Yes. I think that I made some nice pictures. But, they are getting a little dark. Even for me. So, I started looking around in my last few weeks of shooting and found this picture. I made it on Easter Sunday. I found this little bitty detail in Pirates Alley behind the St. Louis Cathedral. I also found out the back garden behind the cathedral is called St. Anthony’s Garden. It is the place where I’ve made that picture that many people call “Touchdown Jesus.” I’m one of those people. Anyway, this picture has a nice light feel to it. It feels like spring. It even has a strand of purple Mardi Gras beads hung over a classic wrought iron fence. No, I didn’t put them there. But, the thought did occur to me. This is just what it looks like. A nice spring day in New Orleans.  I hate to say …

Bent, Broken and Rusted


While I was poking around in The Lower Ninth Ward and I found that odd little house displaying The American Flag, I also made pictures of broken glass, broken windows and rusty walls. I just sort of photographed whatever I saw. When I was editing my take — no, make that curating my take — I sort of watched a little collection of pictures come together without my help. Yep. They did it by themselves. That’s probably just as well. Pictures are better at doing that than I am. Anyway. It’s just a little exercise in seeing details. But, it seems to be a really good metaphor for the entire Lower Ninth Ward. Everything is broken. Even the newly repaired stuff. Seeing the picture is just a matter of looking. And reacting. Post production is simple. Mostly, I just made sure the details are as sharp as they can be without looking overdone.

A Special Day


One of my fellow bloggers, Kaie W. Bird, posted a little video from Israel. Yesterday was the Israeli day to remember victims of The Holocaust. In the video, it looks like an ordinary day. People are driving on expressways. They are commuting. Apparently, they know what is coming. What sounds like an air raid siren goes off. Everybody stops their cars, trucks and buses. They get out of their cars and sort of stand at attention. I suppose that some are praying. Other’ maybe thinking. Hard to know. The siren stops and they get back in their cars and trucks and go on about their day. If think that I should just post the video. here it is. http-::www.youtube.com:watch?feature=player_embedded&v=s24x68QNmxQ What does that have to do with this picture? I wanted to make a picture to compliment it. I wanted to work in one of the three Jewish cemeteries in New Orleans. I chose the Uptown one. There are two others. One is near St. Roch and the other is near I-10. I know that the …

Don’t Ask Me.


Okay. Usually I know something about the pictures that I publish on Storyteller. Not this time. Everything confuses me. I know this house was under some pretty deep water after Hurricane Katrina blew through New Orleans. This particular area is located on the river side of the Lower Ninth Ward. This side was heavily flooded, but not completely devastated like the other side of The Lower Ninth. These are guesses. But, I suspect when the owner was able to return, he started to remediate his house.  He must have decided to display his pride and patriotism. So he hung an American flag. You know, that sort of “don’t tread on me” thing. Something stopped him in mid-stride. I walked through the house. The back-end burned after he took down the inner walls. That may be what caused him to stop. But, again. I’m just guessing. The other confusing thing about the picture are the house’s inner walls. Those thick boards are barge wood. In the 1700s and early 1800s, barges were floated down the Mississippi …

What I Really Intended to Photograph


So. In yesterday’s post I told you that I went to the Le Beau Mansion. I had one picture in mind. But, I published something completely different. The picture I posted yesterday was light and colorful. An ode to spring, if you will. But, that wasn’t my original vision or intent. I was just being flexible and the cool spring air inspired me. This picture was my original vision. Very moody. Very mysterious. The mansion looks haunted. You can feel the ghosts slipping around. Halloween is breathing down your neck. How did I do it? Well, you have to start with a cloudy sky. The sky needs character. You expose for the sky, intentionally keeping the shadows dark. And, you build from there. You darken the sky. You modify the colors.  You add a lot of gold tones to everything. You bring down the highlights. And, pretty soon… you have eerie.

A Spring Day


I went out to make a picture of the haunted Le Beau mansion. I thought it would be a great day because the sky was overcast, but the clouds were defined. I wanted to make a scary picture. A cloudy day works best for that because it’s a little flat. You can add a lot of “mood” to the picture in post production. But, things changed. They always do. Right? I made the picture that I set out to make. It was easy. I had that picture stuck in my head. For months.Every time the sky turned cloudy, I thought to myself, “I should drive to Arabi and photograph Le Beau.” You know how that is. The thought passed through my mind and just kept going. But, not yesterday. I actually got my act together and made the drive . It’s not far. But, there is a lot of trucking traffic so the drive takes a while. This area is past Jackson Barracks. And, very near to the Domino Sugar factory. I think part of …

Air Train


I really like this bridge. It was one of the few bridges in the world were it trains look like they are flying. And, from the right angle, you really think that they do. This is The Huey P. Long Bridge. Locals call it “The Huey P.” It was completed in 1935 to replace The Walnut Street Ferry. It was named after the late governor who was assassinated eight months before the bridge was completed. It’s history is very interesting. Southern Pacific Railroad proposed the bridge in 1892. With the development of The New Orleans Public Belt Railroad, a state constitutional amendment was passed giving the City of New Orleans the right to build and operate the bridge even though the bridge is really located in Jefferson Parish. Design began in 1925 and a few pilings were driven into the river to allow the congressional authority to continue. Financial problems during the depression cause further delay. The construction finally started in 1932. It continued for three years with few problems. In 2006, major reconstruction began …

Rain. Rain. Rain.


Rain. And, more rain. Accompanied by a fairly cold wind. Apparently the wind picked up fast enough to hit Gulf Coast Alabama with hurricane force winds. In fact, it blew a stranded Carnival cruise ship that was in for repairs free from its moorings. This knocked the guard shack into the water. Last month the ship was stuck out to sea for days. Talk about a bad luck boat. But, none of that is in this picture. This picture is just rain drops and lights reflected on my car’s windshield. Very simple. This is just point and shoot when I came to a stop light. I focused on the windshield rather than the street. I made art. Well. A kind of art. Or, something.

A Walk In The French Quarter


As I was wandering around The French Quarter waiting for the Easter Parade festivities to start, I took walk on a couple of streets and through a couple of alleys that I normally sort of ignore. I’m glad that I did. I saw some new angles and views. At least they were new to me. The funny thing is that as I became more engrossed in exploring, I almost forgot my real purpose. Easter Sunday parades. For me, the longer I’m in a place like New Orleans the more I sort of get bored with the constant stream of parades, fairs and festivals. For instance, I wasn’t home for a good part of Mardi Gras and I didn’t care. That’s some kind of sacrilege. I think. I almost didn’t care about the Easter events. But, I did care about the Easter second line parade in Pigeon Town. To me, those kinds of traditional cultural events matter much more than every possible festival. But, this weekend I’ll attend the Freret Street Festival. But, I have an …