In My Wilderness


More yellow. I don’t know why. I guess during the winter months I like color. Yellow is warm. It’s inviting. In the world of big commercial presses it is used to give “lift” to a photograph. Most importantly, it makes me smile. I’d like to revisit yesterday’s discussion for just a few minutes. Okay tenContinue reading “In My Wilderness”

Kind of Blue


Clouds. I rarely post two pictures of the same subject on consecutive days unless it’s something like Mardi Gras or Super Sunday. But, the clouds have been truly amazing. What else could I do? Funny. I don’t have all that much to say. I have a song stuck in my head. It’s called, “It’s okayContinue reading “Kind of Blue”

In The Way


Leaving well enough alone. I just can’t seem to do that. Have a look at the picture below this little bit of text and tell me why I just had to go further. Puleeese. See? It just seems like a lot of extra work for not much return. The top image was layered three times.Continue reading “In The Way”

Night Ride


Everybody is going somewhere. This is Central Business District traffic at right about rush hour. There is rain falling in the light dusky shadows. Drivers are trying to dart in and out of traffic blockages. I got bored. I did what any photographer would do. I made pictures. Before you think that I’m crazy, let meContinue reading “Night Ride”

It’s Gonna Hurt Sometimes


Lemme tell you a story about us old folk. There is a movement afoot in the Millennial world to attack us old folk. They have a new hashtag and general comment. If they don’t like what you say, they say, “OK Boomer.” Ageist much? Last night I was scrolling around Twitter when when of theContinue reading “It’s Gonna Hurt Sometimes”

Trees Don’t Move


Art. Art seems to be mostly about the viewer. I can put out all of myself into a picture. Unless it strikes you in a way that touches your own experience my work could be meaningless. To you. That doesn’t mean that I should stop or change how I see, to please somebody else. That’sContinue reading “Trees Don’t Move”

Passings


In the middle of things. You know where that’s where I like to be. Don’t think twice. Unlike a second line, when you get jostled around, this is a little more dangerous. I am very respectful of trains in all their forms. Even our cute streetcars. As it  got a little closer, I retreated backContinue reading “Passings”

NSU


Driving. Motion. Movement. The combination of others moving and my own motion helped to create some kind of impressionistic art. And, a lot of Ws. I reckon that the Ws were created by NOLA’s potholed streets. Hit a hole and down the car goes. So too, with the other cars around me.  Up. Down. Up.Continue reading “NSU”

Motion in New Orleans


All motion. For years I made a career out of pictures like this one. Motion. Movement. Energy. It wasn’t hard to do. About 1/4 second at f/5.6 and I’d make a picture likes this one. But, that was the film days. When digital photography came into being sharpness was everything. That’s why mega pixels becameContinue reading “Motion in New Orleans”

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