Fall. This is supposed to what it looks like. Bright orange, yellow and red. Leaves on the ground. That’s autumn. That’s fall. A change of seasons between summer and winter. The air cools. It dries out. I’m not dripping wet from humidity. I feel like being out a lot more. That’s what this picture isContinue reading “It’s All Light”
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All A Reflection
Yesterday is gone. And, good riddance. It started bad and it ended worse. You didn’t see me here because my Cox modem/router failed. They wanted $75 because I didn’t have customer care. Okay, okay. I have a good idea of what this gear costs. But, when I said yes to having a technician visit, heContinue reading “All A Reflection”
Where The Beauty Is
Reflections. An image found within a photograph. That’s what you are looking at. An accidental picture. I didn’t see it. The dog didn’t see it. I made another reflection picture. I stooped down to do that. When I stood up I saw this one. Really, part of this one. I had to reposition myself soContinue reading “Where The Beauty Is”
Locks and Keys
All I know is that if you don’t use a thing, it probably won’t do it’s intended task. This open lock is a case in point. It’s intended to keep a little AT&T substation secure. That’s a telephone communications company for those who don’t know. The substation controls about 3,000 buildings. The last field serviceContinue reading “Locks and Keys”
It’s a Funny Thing
It’s a funny thing. The minute I stopped trying to make a picture and explaining myself the drought went away. If it was a drought. I think I was just bored. Here’s why. For the last few months I’ve been making pictures of my version of nature. Notice that. My version of nature. I’m notContinue reading “It’s a Funny Thing”
Walking
Another day. Another walk. Truth be told, these pictures are a couple of weeks old. I processed them. I tinkered with them. And, immediately forgot about them. I don’t know why. Sometimes, I get lucky. I make three or four pictures on one walk. I choose the one or two that I liked best atContinue reading “Walking”
The French Quarter
I took a stroll in The French Quarter. I made a few “traditional” pictures. I’m pretty sure that will make my agencies smile. Doing the work and walking around the Quarter made me happy. Yes. It was hot. It was humid. And, the eclipse was all but invisible there. But, it wasn’t crowded. And, theContinue reading “The French Quarter”
Thunder on the Mountain
Sometimes it’s better to borrow a few lyrics. Especially after yesterdays debacle in Washington D.C. I’m not political. I rarely show discuss that on Storyteller. This is a place for art. But, I have to tell you, I’m tired of it. And it’s only been a hundred and something days. I’m ashamed that my countrymen electedContinue reading “Thunder on the Mountain”
The Days That Are Left Between
If all art is autobiographical, what does this say about me? In fact, what does any of my latest series say about me? The problem is that you can’t know. Because, you make your own meaning from art. I have an idea of what I’m trying to do. Someone very close to me says beContinue reading “The Days That Are Left Between”
