In the morning. When you rise. Do you think of me? From an old Crosby, Stills and Nash song. Without Young. The band that will never play together. That’s a long story. Maybe I’ll tell it some day. At least, as I know it. Let’s just say that there are too many old resentments and […]


Morning light. That’s what caught my eye. A little too much. I couldn’t really open my eyes with such direct sunlight. So, I made this picture with my eyes closed. A true point and shoot. Then my fingers got in the picture. I thought I was trying to shield my eyes. I shielded the lens […]


Morning light. So bright. So pretty. I don’t photograph enough of it. Lately, in an attempt to beat the heat I drag myself out of bed early. Early enough to see low light. Golden light. In Southeastern Louisiana, and most of the south, the heat just won’t break. We are ten to fifteen degrees higher […]


It’s not that far away. This bayou. This swamp. This bit of water. It’s broken. When I first saw this place, maybe twenty years ago, the trees were lush and full. There were lots of them. Today, between industrial pollution and being a dumping ground for just about everything, it doesn’t look the same. It’s […]


If you get up early and go outside. You might be lucky enough to sunlight sparkle. To see shadows dance. To see nature glow. You might even be lucky enough to carry a camera. You might have the vision to see what is. To see what might be. With luck, the beauty will find you. […]


Does it? Or, doesn’t it? If the picture says hot, or early morning heat, then I made another summer project picture.  If it doesn’t, that’s okay. I made a picture that I like. A lot. By accident. My pal on the internet scene, Montana Rose, posted a picture yesterday that she said she made by […]


For at least the last five years, I’ve been trying to make at least ten very good pictures that are about summer. I haven’t succeeded yet. I probably won’t again this summer. I know, I know. With that attitude I have assured myself of failure. Not really. It’s just a realistic statement that takes into […]


The Clover Grill. A classic dive in the French Quarter. The food is good. Hamburgers are cooked under a hubcap. You probably can’t finish a side order of french fries. And, you’ll never know who or what you’ll see. Go there late at night and the trannies will perform for you. Especially if they think […]


This is it. The very first picture I made in New Orleans. Unlike some of the others in this series, it wasn’t exactly lost. I just hadn’t seen the original scan in a long time. Yes. Scan. This image was made on film. In 1999. In June, if my mind isn’t playing tricks on me. […]