Looking out in the morning fog.

Morning view.

Another scene that I was lucky enough to photograph. It’s sort of like yesterday’s picture, but this one feels a little mysterious, moody or even scary. At least, it does to me.  I keep expecting to see an evil little troll appear somewhere.

So.

A little local news.

Most of you know about the Hard Rock Hotel collapse. Last week a red tarp blew off the remains revealing the body of one of the men who died in the rubble but couldn’t be removed. People photographed it and posted pictures on social media which prompted local news media to do about the same thing. It was replace by a yellow tarp.

The mayor scolded us for that.

The City Council responded by wanting to start an investigation.

That mayor said no.

The council is doing it anyway.

A few days later, it was revealed that the Hard Rock Hotel developers donated $70,000 to the mayors re-election war chest.

The mayor tried to ignore it.

Yesterday, it was revealed that the IRS slapped a tax lien on her and her husband’s house for unpaid taxes totaling $95,000. A little research revealed that they owed back taxes for at least five years.

The mayor responded, trying to spread the blame, by saying they are just other struggling families in New Orleans.

Wut?

She makes $140,000 a year as mayor. Her husband is an attorney who earns about the same money. She doesn’t pay for her own transportation and a whole host of other perks that she is given as mayor of this swamp.

My view is that she should resign for the good of the city. She won’t. Why should she?

The city’s streets aren’t being repaired properly, while murders are down the crime rate is up, the Sewerage and Water Board fails every time that we have a powerful storm and water lines and canals seem only to be inspected once every 15 years or so.

Just once, I’d like to elect a mayor who knows what he or she is doing. I tried this last election. I voted for Desiree Charbonnet, a judge who was known for her honesty and fair mindedness. But, nooo…  she was a little too connected for the folks in the city. They reply that even now is that we should stand by the mayor because she is the first elected black woman. What the hell do they think Ms. Charbonnet is, and would have been?

At least Charbonnete is from New Orleans. Latoya Cantrell came here from Los Angeles. That’s not a bad thing. I’m not from here. But, maybe we need somebody who understands the system and can fight against it, instead of wandering around babbling, “The City of Yes.”

Just sayin’.


I Went Down to the River
Dusk. Mississippi River.

Picture number two. I told you how I got very lucky a couple of nights ago. Maybe this will bring it home. I made the picture of the bicyclist riding on the levee near The Crescent City Connection then I meandered up to the Algiers Ferry, messed around there for a while and then finally headed further down river to a point where Algiers Point faces The Bywater on the side of the river where I normally hang out. That’s what is out there, way off in the distance. I was looking for something in the foreground and I found it. Well, them. Trees. They pretty much made the picture. By the way, the river is very high.  If you look to the right, where the grass sort of ends abruptly, that’s where the river bank is normally. Oh yeah, in case you are wondering. That sky. That’s really how it was. Normally, I “help” things along. Nature made the light perfect. It didn’t need my help. It probably never does.

 

 


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Los Volcanoes Road

Well. If the truth be told, this image is ALMOST the last picture I made in New Mexico. As I recall, the move to New Orleans began on a Tuesday. By the previous Saturday night, I was feeling a little blue about leaving. Even though I had gotten a little bored living there, the state had been good to me. It provided a calm and healing atmosphere to recover from the chaos of Hurricane Katrina. But, it was time to go. I needed to make one more picture before I left. So I turned on the music real loud and drove out to Los Volcanoes Road. It had become my go to place when I wanted to make a “country” picture. And, it is only about 12 miles west of Albuquerque on I-40. Short drive to a far place.

Anyway. I had one of those nights. I made a number of good pictures. This is actually the first of the last. This is how dusk looked when I arrived at my place. I’ll show you that last picture tomorrow.

I think what I like most about this picture is the sky. In New Mexico you can see rain falling from far away. Often, the air is so dry that the rain drops you see in the sky never hit the ground. What else? The picture looks like a water color and I didn’t “help it” in post production.


Only in New Mexico. Only in the high desert of Northern New Mexico can you see a wonderful sunset and feel the rain on your shoulders at the same time. It’s wonderful. The rain falls. Hard. But you know that it won’t last long and you can get back to it. Or just get to it. I made this picture as I was getting ready to leave the state. I knew it would be a while before I would be back, at least with the time to poke around the back roads and find places like this one. And, what’s great about this road is that it is only about 15 miles west of Albuquerque which makes it an easy trip. That’s not a big deal. But, if you blow a sunrise or sunset, it’s not like you drove for 500 miles and camped out. Waiting and waiting. Instead, it means you come back the next morning or evening until you make your picture. One this evening I got lucky. Very lucky. I went out the weekend before I was leaving. I made three or four very nice pictures in about an hours time. And, that was it.

The picture. To me it means something about the great American open road. The miles go on forever. So does the view. It’s simply magnificent.  But, you need a white pick up truck to complete the picture. Technically speaking, it isn’t much. I drove out there, turned on some music and waited. When the sun and the rain started doing magic things to the sky and the scenery I started working  in a fast but measured manner. Click. Click. Click. The pictures started coming. Time slowed down. Pretty soon it was dark. It was time to go.


A little while back, I took a ride into the country outside of New Orleans. Depending on which way you drive, you can be in swamplands, gulf coast scenery or even what I tend to think of as just “The South.” “The South” is where I went. I traveled downriver towards Delacroix. Even though it’s less than 30 minutes from New Orleans, scenes like the one in my picture are what you find. Yeah. I gilded the lily a little bit by going on a day when the sky had some character.


This is a very simple picture. I need to publish in order to gain some kind of balance for my loss two days ago. It hasn’t even been 48 hours yet and I have to go start a long local assignment. I suppose that is okay since I truly believe that the work is the prayer. Even if I didn’t believe that, I know that it is much better to get out of my head and into real life. A little side note. I’m writing these last words to those of you who follow me on Facebook. Your kind words meant everything to me. Thank you so very much.

This picture. It was made on the Windward Side of Oahu, Hawaii. There is truly nothing to this picture. But, it’s peaceful. It brings me peace. I hope it brings you peace.


When I lived in New Mexico, I used to make a lot of pictures on Route 66. It was an easy “go to.” After all, old Route 66 runs east, west, north and south in Albuquerque. Yes. It’s true. The pre-1937 Route 66 comes down From santa Fe in the north and can be traced down to Los Lunas in the south where it turns left on the map and heads west. After 1937, Route 66 was made a little more direct east-west highway, and ran along what is now Central Avenue. That’s the short story. There’s a lot more.

These pictures were made for a piece of a book project and were made from Albuquerque, west to Seligman, Arizona. As they say, all art is about the maker. Although these pictures might not look it, they are personal to me. They bring back memories of my childhood when my parents liked to travel to The Southwest on vacations and holidays. Some of the landmarks from my childhood are still landmarks for me today. Some are gone. Some are changed. Sort of like life, eh?