Stripped Away


Is the pleasure worth all the pain? That’s a line from an old Jimmy Buffett song. After warnings, and a few arrests, people of our fine city still seem to think that gathering is okay. I’m sure their momentary pleasure will cause them a lot of pain later. I’m going to take a break fromContinue reading “Stripped Away”

A Decade


A decade. Ten years. 3,650 days. A lot happened. A lot didn’t happen. I can’t remember half of it. That’s probably for the best. But, this is what I know. A made a helluva (that’s a technical term) lot of pictures in ten years. Some were really good. Some were good. And, a lot ofContinue reading “A Decade”

New Orleans — What Once Was


What was once.  What isn’t is a distant memory. These are things that I found during the early days of recovery following Hurricane Katrina’s destructive path. Or more precisely, the Federal Flood, given that the levees broke because of catastrophic failure. I saw things. Terrible things. I’ll show you some of the more publishable things overContinue reading “New Orleans — What Once Was”

A Moment in Time


Today is September 11, 2018. Seventeen years ago everything changed. Terrorists destroyed the Twin Towers in New York City. They attacked the Pentagon in Washington D.C. They tried to fly another plane into Washington, but that plane was taken down by the passengers of that plane. Today is a solemn day in The United States.Continue reading “A Moment in Time”

After


Hurricane recovery. It takes a long time. I have friends in Florida. In a number of cities. One, who is located near Fort Lauderdale started posting in Facebook, about an hour after Hurricane Irma cleared out. No Power. An hour later. No power. A couple of hours later. Still no power. This morning. The lightsContinue reading “After”

St. Roch Market


St. Roch Market. When I photographed it, it was not my intent to use it as a symbol of how far New Orleans has come in recovery. Or, how far we have to go. After thinking about it, it really is the perfect jumping off point for that discussion. First, a bit of history. St.Continue reading “St. Roch Market”

Musicians Village


I’ve been complaining about the never-ending media coverage of the Tenth Anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. Sometimes seeing all of this coverage reminds of me things I should photograph. That’s a good thing. The Guardian, based in the United Kingdom did that yesterday. I’d forgotten about the Musicians Village. On the other hand, I about chokedContinue reading “Musicians Village”

Broke Down


All day presidents look out windows All night sentries watch the moonglow All are waiting till the time is right Son, don’t be home too late Try to get back by eight Son, don’t wait till the break of day ‘Cause you know how time fades away. Time fades away You know how time fadesContinue reading “Broke Down”

… Never Sleeps


I said that I would do more nature work. I did. Sometimes I can’t help myself. I just seem to head right for the junk pile. The abandoned stuff. Things that are falling apart. However… This picture combines both subjects. Nature and dystopia. It also supports Neil Young’s words, “Rust never sleeps.” Either does nature.Continue reading “… Never Sleeps”

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