All A Dream


Magical

There’s a little magic in this photograph. I thought today would be a good day to publish it because we all could use a little magic. That’s what the late Jerry Garcia said. We need music and magic and art.

Who am I to disagree?

You know the kind of world we are living in these days. I don’t have to drone on and on about that.

I’ve come to believe that my job for right now. For today, is to make people smile. Not everyone. I don’t know everyone and I have what I consider to be a small following.

So.

Just for today look a this little photograph that I call “Magical.”

Maybe it will help.

The only thing that I know for sure will help is the all seeing dog. Sophie Rose makes everyones day better.

Sheesh.

If people see me without her they don’t recognize me. No dog. No fun.

In the wildflowers. I made yesterday’s atomic picture a few minutes before I made this one.

While that one was created in the studio, today’s picture was made in the field where I saw it.

The only post production was a little glow and contrast to help you feel what I did.

It shimmers and glows now, just like I saw it outdoors.

Stay safe. Stay mighty, Wear your mask. Wash your hands. Keep your distance. Enjoy every sandwich.

I forgot to do this yesterday. The headline is borrowed from Norah Jones. Stay mighty comes from MCC.

Where Time Stands Still


So close.

Clouds.

Two days in a row.

I could say that I posted them because I felt like it. That’s not the truth. Yesterday’s were after the storm. Today’s were made as the dog and I went for our morning walk. A big storm was coming. In fact, rain fell all day. That was the last time we made it outside.

My Story

I guess ya’ll like my story. There were a lot of views and a lot of comments. I’m glad and humbled by that. I have no idea why you responded as you did. I’m guessing that even though your story isn’t my story, it touches something in you. After all, I haven’t heard of a perfect family. Have you?

Mine seems just a little weird.

I’m still trying to figure out how my aunt had so many children well before she was married. Yeah, yeah. I know. But, this is 1939 we are talking about. I’m not aware that anybody on both sides of my family are that far ahead of their time. Mr. Miller must have been great guy if he wasn’t the father, but adopted all of them.

I wish I had more to add. For now, I don’t. I did manage to confirm by looking at maps that both of my paternal grandparents came from where they said that they did. That’s something.

The Picture

I couldn’t resist. The clouds were just too dissimilar from the one’s the I published yesterday. I really didn’t have much work to do in post production. I probably made the darker clouds a little more purple. By accident.

So many accidents. So much luck.

Stay safe. Stay mighty. Enjoy every french fry.

All About


A little frothy.

“The Storyteller makes no choice, soon you will not hear his voice, his job is to shed light and not to master.” — John Mayer on the day of the start of The Dead and Company summer tour. That day would be today.

This is the most humbling quote that I’ve read in a long, long time. Especially in this day and age of terrible lies and false claims.

You know what I’m saying.

If  you are a Deadhead, you still miss Jerry Garcia, even though he passed almost 24 years ago. You tend to compare every replacement guitarist to him. Most do just fine. But, they ain’t Garcia. Nor, is John Mayer. But, he is a helluva a guitar player who fills his role quite admirably. He knows his role. He isn’t there to make you forget Garcia. He’s there just to keep the music from being forgotten. Or, as Garcia once hoped and said, that “The music never stops.”

So, here I am off on another tangent.

What does this have to do with the storyteller that you are reading? Pretty much everything. Especially now. In this era. Of lies. Of deceit. Of greed. The art can’t stop. As my buddy in Memphis says, “Art harder.” It may be the only thing the comes near to the truth. For all of you on the cusp. On the cusp of growing, or killing, your blog… keep going. We need your voice. We don’t need to agree. We just need to listen.

So.

Maybe it’s just this.

Listen harder.

 

Into the Mystic


Swirls.

I was just thinking. And, you know how that goes.

This isn’t what you think. Yes. The temperatures have dropped some down here in the swamp, but I doubt that we’ll see any ice from it. This is just foam from fast flowing water. I was lucky enough to make this picture as it was dispersing. Most of the other frames don’t have near the shape that this one does.

Yes. It’s another dog walk picture. They are really patient when they see me start to photograph something. They stop. And, wait. That’s because they just walk longer as a sort of payback. Of course, that might mean that I stop again. But, they just walk longer. And, so the cycle goes.

Of course, I did a little post production. This picture didn’t really need much. It was just sitting there waiting for me. I helped it for sure. I sharpened it a bit and darkened the edges. But what you see is pretty much what you get.

That’s it.