Art in the French Quarter.

Reflection in the glass.

A moody image. Lost in the mists of The French Quarter. One early morning.

I saw the mannequin. Eyes peering out at me. If I didn’t know where I was. On Royal Street. I might have thought the face was real.

I stepped back. Wanting to add a little mystery to the picture. I snapped once. Twice. Three times.

I was finished. With this little scene.

I kept walking.

 


Legs in a window.

I see things. Details. Windows. Nooks. Crannies.

I’ve probably photographed this store widow five or six times. Usually at night. Evening light, plus the lights in the window, make these mannequin legs look sort of garish. In daylight they look just fine. Toning down the color a little and adding a little softness makes them look a little mysterious. And, it hides me. My reflection is behind the middle leg.

Needless to say, I’m enjoying the new photo editing software. I learned something today that made me smile. For most work, I have to fine tune each image individually. With this app, I can stack similar images, create what amounts to a formula and process them all at once. Not only does that save time, but it allows me to make a collection of images that have the same basic look and feel, in one go.

Weather report.

If you’ve watched or read the national or world news you know that Houston, Texas, is underwater. The hurricane, which is now a tropical storm, is going to linger in the area until Thursday when it moves northward. By the time the storm finally leaves Houston, about five or six feet of rain water will have fallen. That’s five or six FEET. Not inches. This is unheard of. Nobody seems to know what to do to help the region recover except to keep on rescuing people and doing what we can. This is a disaster of epic proportions. It will take Houston years to recover. Shipping and oil refining is shut down. The airports are closed. Hospitals are being evacuated.

In New Orleans, this sends shivers down our spines. We know what this is. We know how it feels. We will do whatever we can to help. Meanwhile, we’ve had some rain, with more on the way as the storm bands swing around to the east. We expect maybe another eight to ten inches. This would not be a big deal… if the pumps and power turbines were all working. But, they are not. To make matters worse, the entire sewage system needs to be cleared, cleaned and repaired. We have five old sewage trucks and a new one on its way. If they don’t break down and work at full capacity it will take them 20 years to clear the system. Then, they start again.

Think about that.

TWENTY YEARS. And, while they are at it, our streets will be repaired at about the same time. My street is scheduled to be repaired in the year 2032. FIFTEEN Years. Sheesh, assuming I survive that long, I’ll probably be rolling around in a Hoveround. You know, one of those motorized scooters.

The picture. See above. Way above. Heheheh!


Beads, Feather & Sequins
Beads, Feather & Sequins

Finally. A small victory in a week filled with stunned sadness and unanswered questions.

I’ve been going on about WordPress and its changes. I wasn’t alone. The user forums on WordPress were filled with complaints. Oddly, it seems as if the folks who claim to be working on this project listened a little. They made a few changes. They usually never do. They don’t have to. WordPress claims 90,000,000 users. Bloggers. 90,000,000 bloggers on one system alone is very scary. Surely, we must have something better to do. Anything. Everything.

If there were 10,000 complaints there were a lot. Do the math. The complainers are a drop in the bucket. Less than a drop in the bucket. Even so… today I found an easy way back to my “classic” screen. The new so-called improved screen was made much bigger. But, the five-year olds who are the programmers and engineers still can’t get way from the “boop – boop – beep” screen, which is juvenile at best.

Anyway.

I made this picture while I was waiting for the super moon to rise. It seems to be a great way to close this weird week out. Yeah, yeah. It’s got some movement in it. At first, I wasn’t sure. Then, I added more motion in post production. I wanted the mannequin to move. The rest is pretty straight forward.

Oh, about the super moon. I found a great location. After all, a moon by itself in the sky is like any other full moon during any other month. It doesn’t ammeter if it’s “super” or not. Stick a long lens on your camera and the moon looks big and full. There is no sense of scale. No way to set what you are seeing in context. It’s a big ping-pong ball in the sky. You need a location to set the moon in the sky. Something that gives the human eye a reference point. I found that. But — you knew this was coming — the moon reached the height very late in the night. Moon rise was at 7:40p. By the time it rose at my location it was about 8:40p. Too late for the biggest reflection. I did what I could. I’ll show the pictures to you tomorrow and the next day. They won’t be what you think.

Yes. A small victory.