It all comes down to this.

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any folks have asked me on various social media if I photographed Hurricane Ida.

Yes and no.

I was a little busy weathering the storm and its aftermath. But I did make a few frames that I’m slowly turning into my version of art.

This one is pretty simple.

It’s storm drain that I cleared prior to the storm’s arrival so we wouldn’t flood. Apparently, I did my job since we never flooded. Plenty of other, wind-driven stuff happened that made up for it.

As we started to dry out I noticed some mossy areas starting to grow in the shade so I made a few pictures of that.

When the time was right, I started working with them. Don’t ask me how I got here because I don’t remember. I do know that there were a lot of starts and stops along the way.

After all, the important stuff is simple. The simple stuff is hard.


A toddler’s art.

Once upon a time, I found some kind of hand-made folk art on a tennis court. It was kind of spooky. It looked like a voodoo spell being casted. Some of you may remember it.

Well, not this time.

A toddler made this for me. It was her gift to me. But, she didn’t want it to be moved even though it was made in a public space. So, I asked her if I could photograph it. You can see the obvious answer. She thought it was really cool. Yes. That was the word she used. Now, she wants a print of it for her room. How much should I charge a four-year old? I’m thinking one cookie and a hug. Everybody needs a toddler’s hug.

That’s about it. Little Miss arranged the flowers and twigs. All I did was document her art, crop it and clean it up a bit in post production. By the way, what I’m calling flowers are nature’s flowers. In most places they are called weeds. They drop pollen and make you sneeze. Luckily I’m not allergic to them. They are everywhere.

 


A mess.

This is a fine mess, I’ve made. Heh!

This is just layer upon layer. I am trying to learn how far I could go with random layers before the image became crowded and unrecognizable. This brings me to learning. Many of you replied to yesterday’s post with your thoughts and ideas. Thank you so much. That matters. Really matters. A few of you wanted me to tell you what I thought about the two pictures. Thanks, but not this time. I’m trying to learn from you. I kind of see it as a two-way street. We teach each other.

The picture. It’s just as I said. How many layers can I add until the image is a mess? Right now it looks sort of pretty. It’s nice and deep and dark and rich. In another layer or so I think it really would be a mess.

 


What is that?
What is that?

Whew.

The dogs — there are more than one — like to go to the tennis court. It’s a neighborhood court. I suppose everybody within walking distance shares it. You can shut the gates and the dogs can run around without a leash in a place that isn’t their backyard. They are amusing. Sometimes we find discarded tennis balls. Sometimes we bring them from home. They like to play their version of soccer. Or football for those of you… they play it differently. Everybody attacks the dog who has the ball. Until that dog flings it with his or her mouth. The ball rolls. The dogs chase it. The cycle starts again. Sometimes I just sit on a bench. Laughing.

Not yesterday.

Something in the middle of the court caught my eye. From a distance it looked ominous. I thought, what kind of voodoo is that? I thought about texting Vampy. But he doesn’t exist yet. Nor does Voo. His sidekick who I just invented. So, I walked over to investigate.

From one angle it looks a little scary. But from the other…

It’s a child’s play thing. Or, is it?

The pictures. Oh. You know. See them. Take them. Help them a little in post production.

Oh, whew.
Oh, whew.