Where The Wild Things Grow


This doesn’t happen very often, but when the sky lights up like this it’s usually in winter, with nice low, golden light. Because I know that some of you may be wondering, I had my “procedure” yesterday. It lasted for less than two hours, which includes a mountain of paperwork and a billion questions. TheContinue reading “Where The Wild Things Grow”

Only A Dream


What a nice day. The hurricane called Delta seems to be turning west, so much so that New Orleans is completely out of the cone. With two days to go, anything could happen. I feel 90% safe. I am worried for the people of Lake Charles. They were devastated by one hurricane, hit by anotherContinue reading “Only A Dream”

Super Blood


Sunday’s art. Flowers in winter. Not your usual winter. New flowers. Bright and pink. Growing in the cold. Growing in the swamp. To brighten the landscape. To brighten the day. To lift a mood. To make you smile. Yes. I know that a lot of you are snowed in today. I know that the snowContinue reading “Super Blood”

The Darkness


What do you see? At night? When you are alone? What do you imagine? Late at night? When nobody is around? Do you worry about your bills? About the next day? Maybe even the ultimate thing — dying? Does that make you fearful? Does it scare you? Does it excite you? I’ve been reading someContinue reading “The Darkness”

Quiet


“I told you about the fool on the hill. I tell you he’s living there still.” Well, that’s not what the picture is about. That’s a lyric from “Glass Onion.” From The Beatles “White Album.” The newly released 50 year anniversary version. Remixed. With a lot of other versions of songs with I which IContinue reading “Quiet”

Swamp Floor


Southeastern Louisiana is an outdoor hothouse. Heat, humidity and rainfall make it so.  We have weird growth. Until I moved here I never saw a red mushroom. I see them towards the end of summer. There are also white ones. Brown ones. Huge misshapen ones. I’ve lived in a lot of places. Louisiana is theContinue reading “Swamp Floor”

It Starts Somewhere


It’s the season. We talk about summer, summer, more summer and another summer. That’s how it is down here. But, there are phases. We are entering the wet season. The rainy season. Hurricane season. The time when we watch each storm as it forms off the coast of Africa.  Many of those storms don’t amountContinue reading “It Starts Somewhere”

One Of Those Posts


This is one of those posts. One of those posts when the picture has very little to do with the writing. When the picture is more-or-less there to catch your eye. It’s a summertime picture, made after a rain storm so the greens are sparkling. I helped it by darkening the shadows and adding aContinue reading “One Of Those Posts”

Spanish Moss


Down in the south. I was looking for an icon. I found one. Almost right in front of me. Spanish moss. It’s not limited to New Orleans. Or, even Louisiana. You can find it all over the south. It is commonly found growing on Live Oaks or Bald Cypress. It is grows in a regionContinue reading “Spanish Moss”

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