Kindred Eyes and a Strangers Face


Letting everything in. It’s about that time. Time to let in the shadows and the light. That’s how we know we are alright. I think I’ve been doing that as it relates to the age of the pandemic. There are days when all I see are shadows. I tried my best to get into theContinue reading “Kindred Eyes and a Strangers Face”

About Last Night


The long night. The longest night of the year when autumn formerly turned into winter. When the day was short and rainy. Many local artists couldn’t do their work because they need light and there was only gray skies. Later that night the rain slowed and finally stopped. The moon poked its head out andContinue reading “About Last Night”

Wonderland


Into the mystic. There is one place that the dog and I walk. It is by turns, moody, swampy, and beautiful. It was at sunset, beautiful. For sure, it’s not purely nature. There is a water feature built into it. That just adds to the feel. In high summer when the humidity is at itsContinue reading “Wonderland”

In a Small Way


On Easter Sunday. A day about redemption. A day for reflection. For us, a quiet day. Right now the world is in terrible shape. Leaders want to be dictators. Leaders who lie. Small wars in many countries. Church burnings in my own home state. Church bombings today, Easter Sunday, that killed at least 220 peopleContinue reading “In a Small Way”

Valley of Silent Men


Day two. The Valley of the Silent Men second line in Central City. New Orleans. I thought I would publish a few more pictures of the day. A good day. A happy day. And proof of a hot day. At least one picture, where my buddy’s wife is wiping his face with a towel. OfContinue reading “Valley of Silent Men”

Easter Sunday


This was harder than you’d think. I wanted to post an Easter Sunday picture. But, I want to continue to explore my emerging vision. So the question was fairly simple. How do I do that without offending many of you with some weird post production? Art is art. I know that. But, Easter is symbolicallyContinue reading “Easter Sunday”

In the Oldest Building


Another bit of reworking. Man Mo Temple. Sheung Wan. Hong Kong. Everybody takes this picture in some form. Mostly, I’ve seen it with many rows of incense coils. It’s a stock travel staple. I’ve probably shot the location 15 or 16 times. Nothing really changes. The temple was built in 1847. It’s reputed to beContinue reading “In the Oldest Building”

A Sunday Thing


Since I’m still not working, I’m looking at a deep review of my archives. I made a switch to Google Pictures. I cannot tell you how good it is at finding pictures that were “lost” in the nooks and crannies of my hard drives. Not only that, but it organizes them very well. It alsoContinue reading “A Sunday Thing”

Weird Windows


Oh, I dunno. This is what happens when you walk. When you look in windows. At details. I’ll let you guess which kind of spiritual belief this group of icons represents. It may not be what you are thinking. For those of you who are wondering about avoiding reflection inĀ glass, it’s pretty simple. If youContinue reading “Weird Windows”

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