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 service […]
Neighborhood
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 not […]
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 at […]
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, the […]
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 elected […]
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 be […]
Where’s Waldo?
Where’s Waldo, indeed. As you know, I’ve been skulking around my archives since I can’t really moved about at will. I found this picture. I made it back around a hundred years ago. Or, 2014. It says a lot about New Orleans. Because. This a second line that is so closely packed that it looks as […]
All of the Words are There…
… they are just in the wrong order. The Treme Sidewalk Steppers Second Line. They packed just about everything they could into it. A huge van that was essentially a giant speaker. The krewes, themselves. The normal brass bands. A large group of unknown security people. A high school marching band. A lot of big […]
As They Say…
… the Tuba starts the second line. And, so. It should start my second line parade photo coverage. Especially when a tuba is plastered with a New Orleans sticker. This is the Undefeated Divas second line parade. Another Sunday affair. Warmer than last weekend with a little overcast which helped control the shadows. Especially on […]
