About ten miles west of Albuquerque, New Mexico, there are some strange hump-like hills. These are volcanoes. Theyare long dormant having last erupted some 30,000 years ago when most of the land around them was ocean bottom.

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ew Mexican skies. There’s nothing like them. Along with the light, that’s what draws artists from every place in the world.

That’s not why I went there, but I exploited those things every chance that I could. So, you get to see a lot of sky photographs.

This place is interesting. If you read the caption you know that the hump-like mountain is really a volcano. You also know that it has been dormant for 30,000 years, which is certainly older than you or me.

The clouds in the sky looks almost like smoke. It isn’t but, the shape is interesting to me.

I used to like driving here. You could leave Albuquerque by what was left of Route 66, make right hand turn on the road facing the volcano, drive north for about ten miles, turn right again and head towards the city.

This was especially good working on PAD projects because you could see a lot of different stuff along the way. And, as you know, if you want better pictures stand in front of better stuff.

Do you stand in front of better stuff?

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nce again, I’ve failed you. There is almost no technique to discuss.

See it. Stop your car. Photograph it. Get back in your car. Drive away fast, like you robbed a bank.

Kidding.

Post production is fairly simple.

Once again, I learned that darkening the picture works really well.

And, rather than make really detailed clouds, I’ve been reducing the sharpness with a slider called structure in the app called Snapseed.

Move the structure slider so that it is 100% soft and you’ll make these kinds of dreamy clouds.

Move it the other way and the clouds will have a surprising amount of detail.

How detail oriented are you?


This picture is called High Desert Drifter. Drifting is what I’ve been trying to do since the passing of Debbie. But, my neighbors won’t let me. For instance, I haven’t cooked a meal since Monday. That’s not because I’ve lost the will or am not hungry. It’s because they keep feeding me. Breakfast. Lunch. Dinner. They have my back. They aren’t just saying that. They mean it. I’ve never felt anything like this. I’d like to say that I am healing pretty well. But, I don’t know that. Every day could be a different emotional roller coaster ride. I do know that I have to walk the walk and take one day at a time. And, if need be; one hour at a time, one minute at a time or one second at a time. That’s the only way to do it. That, and tell people. Be honest.

So.

This picture is in a lot of ways ¬†about endings. When I left New Mexico to return home to New Orleans, I started missing it before I left. Even though I was anxious to make the move, New Mexico had become sort of a home to me. I took a drive to one of my “go to” places to make pictures. I had a helluva a shoot. I probably made five or six images that I really like. This one is literally the last picture that I made. ¬†Nothing special about my technique. See the scene. See the light. Take the picture. No Photoshop magic.