A crack in the wall.


his is a New Mexico picture. Sometimes I just see shapes and I want to see what they look when I photograph them. I’d forgotten this picture until Amazon found it some buried sub-archive. Boy, was I happily surprised.

I’d tell you that this is an adobe wall, but it is not. It is some kind of concrete that is made to look like adobe. It’s sort of a touristic thing to do when you want to attract people to your business as they are wandering around Santa Fe.

Some would say that this is not real adobe that the picture isn’t true.

Of course it’s true. It’s not a study of construction method, it’s a study of the shape created by that dark gap in the wall.

Some people, Sheesh.

Art in the French Quarter.

Reflection in the glass.

A moody image. Lost in the mists of The French Quarter. One early morning.

I saw the mannequin. Eyes peering out at me. If I didn’t know where I was. On Royal Street. I might have thought the face was real.

I stepped back. Wanting to add a little mystery to the picture. I snapped once. Twice. Three times.

I was finished. With this little scene.

I kept walking.


A morning float.

I seem to be a little obsessed.

With water. And, why not? If you read anything about climate change, you know just how important water is to all of us. To our lives. To our lifestyle. To our bodies. You know that 8 glasses of water per day thing? It’s real. That’s just a ballpark number. Some of us need a little less. Some of us, a little more. For sure we need more down here in the swamp. Especially in summer.

So, why shouldn’t I be obsessed with water? At least when I am out wandering around. With or without a dog. Or six.

I found this picture on a morning walk. Just about 90 minutes ago, at 10:30 am, my time. Okay, Central Daylight Time. Sometimes, I can work fast. When I feel like it. And, I know what I have.

The picture. See it, shoot it. Add a little post production to clean things up and brighten them a little. Done and done.

In case you are wondering. I’m recovering from all that traveling. Even so, my normal work day is something like this. Get up around 7am. Read, eat and home stuff until about 8 am. Work until the dogs nag me into walking which is usually around 10am. Go back to work when that’s done. Or, do home stuff. This lasts until… whenever. Sometimes until the dogs pre-dinner walk. Sometime, I work into the evening.


The super moon. Or not.
The super moon. Or not.

The super moon. My version. Or, something like that.

If you recall, my picture-taking of the super moon pretty much failed. It wasn’t for lack of planning. Or, maybe it was. I didn’t realize that about an hour after it rose, it would look about like any other full moon. It would also be fairly small in the sky. I do now. Just wait until September. I’ll get it then. Yeah, yeah. Sure I will.

They say that you learn more from failure than you do from success. With this particular project, I sure am learning a lot. I think I need to run out and buy that $160,000, 1200mm Canon lens of which only 20 were manufactured. Yeah. Expensive gear. That always fixes the problem with the gray matter between the ears.

Anyway. Once I saw just how small the rising moon would be, I switched things around and went to shorter — not longer — glass. That helped capture the scene, but not necessarily the moon. In case you are confused and wondering something like, “just where is the moon anyway,” it’s the bright glowing thing that is immediately to the left of the cathedral. It looks like a giant light bulb. Heh, heh.

As I said to a friend mine just this week, I think pictures should be strong in content and not rely so much on post production techniques. Yes. I said that. I also said that you can really tell if it’s one of this times when I got nothing because I grunge up the picture and make it into “art.” Well, something like art, anyway.

Even though this is experimental Sunday and I usually tinker around with pictures, I’m willing to bet that you, kind reader, know exactly what kind of picture this is…

St. Louis Cathedral during Holy Week.

Casting a shadow. Locally, people call this view “Touchdown Jesus.” What do expect from a city who has an NFL football team called “The Saints?” After all, we live in “Who Dat “city. I’ve photographed this scene from many angles. But, never straight on. I guess I thought that the bars on the fence would get in the way, so I never even considered about it. Guess what? I stuck the lens of my camera through the bars and everything was fine. So. I made a Holy Week picture. On Sunday, I’ll return and photograph everyone in their Easter finery. Easter is a real big holiday around here. Three parades snake their way through The French Quarter. Women are dressed in real Easter bonnets. Children wear their best dresses and suits. Hopefully, it will warm up just a bit. Last night was the coldest night this late in March since 1955.

The picture. You know my first little trick. I stuck my camera’s lens through the wrought iron fence. I also exposed for the white in Jesus’ s statue. That assured me of some detail and turned the rest of the scene darker which emphasized the giant shadow. I’m not really sure what is causing the purple light on the obelisk  on the right. Yes. Yes. That’s what that shape is called. An obelisk.  I thought it is called a plinth. But, that’s the square block at the base of the Jesus statue. If you take away just one thing from this post, it’s this. Google is your friend.

Oh yeah. before I forget. This picture was made at the back of The St. Louis Cathedral. This view, or any of the others I’ve made, were not possible before Hurricane Katrina. There were tall trees blocking the view. They were too badly damaged. They had to be removed. Not to worry. In about ten years the new trees that were planted after the storm will block the view again.