ometimes just the sky. And, the trees. That’s all I know. Today. I’m having a terrible time with technology. My main machine has a problem with the logo page. I cannot type my password. The system acts like the magic keyboard isn’t working. After trying every known fix nothing helps. There is one last thing. I can use an old school keyboard that over rides the wireless one.
Good luck finding one. I can buy one from Amazon for ten dollars. It’ll take almost two weeks to get here.
Then, there’s the other gear. But, that’s for another day.
Yesterday was some day. I almost didn’t get my second jab. My place could have been given to another, but apparently my healthcare system really cares. I was called about a half hour after my appointment was scheduled to make sure that I was still coming.
I said yes and I did.
Then, I voted. Huh? What? Were?
Small regional election with national implications. That’s what.
I realized that I hadn’t eaten breakfast and it was almost 2pm. No wonder I thought my jab had some fast acting agent in it. I still don’t know that by tonight I won’t have a reaction, but Pfizer isn’t known for that.
I guess that I’ll find out.
No matter what happens I’m glad that I’m vaccinated.
If you haven’t done it yet, it’s your turn.
If you think you are making some kind of misguided political statement, you are wrong. All you are really doing is keeping the world from reaching a point of herd immunity. You are keeping us shut down. Get over yourself and get jabbed.
As your mom would say, “Don’t make me come over there.”
Stay safe. Stay strong. Stay mighty. Wear your mask. Keep your distance. Get jabbed. Look after each other. Chase every train, you’ll be better for it.
Trains. I really love trains. If I’m out and about running errands, I’ll go out of my way if I think I can see a train.
I don’t even think about photographing a train, although that’s so much better.
This is a long bridge that makes trains look like they are floating in the air is called The Huey P. Long Bridge. Locals call it the HueyP.
It crosses the Mississippi River in an east-west fashion even though it looks like the bridge is headed north. That’s just a quirk in the river.
I saw the long freight train as I was getting ready to leave. I stopped, made the picture and was on my way.
For some unknown reason, I thought the picture would look better soft and cotton-like in post production.
Apparently, every software company released updates this week. Three hours. That’s how long it took me to get to here. I still don’t think that I’m done because I see that I have six Apple upgrades. I won’t do it if it requires a reboot. That takes forever and I’d actually like to get some work done.
In the schools, it appears that there are already seven new cases of the virus. The students haven’t even returned yet. This is among the teachers, staff and administrators. The school board won’t even tell anyone from which schools they came. That means they are offering the teachers no means of safety. No way of knowing if they need testing.
Oh, if I were a lawyer.
I thought the school boards were bad around here. Ha! In Georgia a student posted pictures of the very crowded school hallway. Very few students were wearing masks. She was suspended for a week. The principal said that he couldn’t make the students wear masks because of their Constitutional rights.
Sometimes we have to over ride certain institutions and beliefs. Make no mistake, I believe strongly in our Constitution. If we make a move we have to be careful because legal overrides lead to dictatorship or anarchy. But, this is one of those times when we must think about taking extraordinary measures.
See how I’m tip toeing around this? I’ll stop that, now.
Make the kids wear masks.
You won’t be happy if half of them get sick. You’ll be even more unhappy if 5% of them die. Sheesh. A little bit of courage is all we ask.
I said that my pictures would be lighter. This picture is lighter. It’s what I could do yesterday. It’s not what I want. I’ll get there. My excuse is always the weather. It’s too hot. It’s too cold. It’s too wet. This porridge is too…
Yes. It’s hot. It’s hot down here from April to Christmas. It’s very wet during the summer. It’s cold for like three days.
I have some ideas for subjects. One is coming up in about three weeks. The 15th anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. I’m not obsessing about it. I just want to see how far we’ve come. How we are doing. If certain neighborhoods have been rebuilt.
Stay safe. Stay mighty. Enjoy every bit of summer.
A deep blue sky at just around dusk. I was lucky to make the picture. This is one of those times when a tripod might come in handy. In my own defense, I wasn’t expecting to see such a sight. So, I did what I could.
Dan Rather tweets and posts on Facebook. Yesterday, he said that the points of light in this dark time, are the arts. He talked about any of us who keep going. To keep making work. To continue to grow. I guess that I’m one of those artists to whom he was referring.
I never really think of myself that way. I suppose that you never do when you are in the midst of your work.
Speaking of photographer’s work, I’m in mourning today. Photographer and videographer Robert Frank passed yesterday at 94. Without him there would be no me. Without him, there would be none of the guys and ladies I came up with. Without him there would be no photojournalism as we know it today.
He turned the photography world on its head when he released his seminal work, “The Americans.” The self-congratulatory photographers, and a lot of photography critics at the time, thought his work was terrible. It was grainy, sometimes the horizons tilted, he made statements about America that weren’t so pretty. He told the story of the underclass.
Basically, his work was honest but it wasn’t pretty.
That’s what opened the door for a lot of us.
You know what Neil Young would say about that. He once famously said that, “when he was in the middle of the road he headed towards the gutter where things were a lot more interesting.”
The picture. Sometimes, the weather. This picture looks cold. It’s not. I made this picture yesterday. The high was unseasonable. It was 80 degrees. The winds blew, a storm followed and the temperature won’t get above the mid-fifties. For the next four days.
With Mardi Gras Indians Uptown Super Sunday, and St. Joseph’s Night to photograph, colder is better than warmer. Besides, if I get too warm I can start taking layers off. If the day starts out warm, well, nobody wants to see that.
This picture. I really did make it yesterday. It really was 80 degrees. But, the way that I photographed it combined with the post-production it looks and feels cold. Yeah. A picture says a thousand words. These days, you can’t always trust a thousand words.