Beyond The End


Light. It’s all light. That’s what makes or breaks a photograph. After all, the word photography is Greek for writing with light. No. It’s not all Greek to me. I actually know this word. Hurricane Delta passed us by for the most part. We did have some strong gusts of wind and a little rain.Continue reading “Beyond The End”

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”

A Terrible Day


The rain stopped earlier then predicted. It didn’t matter. Water was flowing from America’s eyes. It started with a brief tweet referencing TMZ that said Kobe Bryant died in a helicopter crash. At first, there were disbelievers. Not me. I’m not a fan of TMZ-style journalism, but when this kind of horrible news breaks theyContinue reading “A Terrible Day”

The Thing Itself


Light. The thing itself. We chase it. That’s what we do. That’s what photographers do. Maybe everybody does it. We chase light. Photographers need it to make pictures. Artists use the interplay between light and dark to work. All of us needs light to live. Artificial light is fine, but sunlight is the real deal.Continue reading “The Thing Itself”

Not What You Think


After not making pictures for a couple of weeks, they all came tumbling out. I had an Ernst Haas moment. I had a Jay Maisel moment. I had a David Allen Harvey moment. I had my own moment. Best of all I photographed what I saw. I saw a lot. This picture is not whatContinue reading “Not What You Think”

After the Deluge


Post storm. Post working day. The French Market. Years ago, this is where people came to buy food. Fresh vegetables. Fresh fruit. Fish. Shellfish. Different meats. It was one of about nine city markets that were scattered around the neighborhoods. Not today. There is a small section that does sell food. Mostly it’s cooked. MostlyContinue reading “After the Deluge”

New Orleans – Reflections


Reflections. Sometimes they are simply a technique. Sometimes you see them. Sometimes you use them. Like I did here. I like the picture in the mirror just fine. But, that’s not why I was looking at it. There’s a car coming. In front of that, there is a mule drawn carriage. I didn’t want toContinue reading “New Orleans – Reflections”

Looking in Windows (Spring)


“Thank you, my love.” That’s what the female FEDEX driver said after I signed for the Leica. Don’t get excited. It’s a southern thing. It’s a nice thing. A good way to treat each other when we interact. Anyway. I had the days wrong. Today is Leica test day. A good day too. The lightContinue reading “Looking in Windows (Spring)”

A Change in the Weather


The time changed. So did the subject matter. Even while I was working on Mardi Gras, I had to walk the dogs. Especially the dog who sees stuff. That meant I kept making pictures around our walks. Winter changed to spring. The flowers began to really bloom. The trees began to grow new leaves andContinue reading “A Change in the Weather”

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