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Month: April 2020

  • Once In A While

    Seeing the flowers of spring gives me a sense of hope. In order to fulfill hope, we must work hard. All of us. Especially now. What are you doing? What will I do? In New Orleans, the mayor has put out a call for volunteer help. I may do that. A lot of it involves…

  • The Big Unknown

    It began this way. It began with a sunny, pleasant day. The kind we, in the swamp, have in mid-April. We are a little lucky. Normally by this time summer appears, which means six months of heat, humidity and rain. The all seeing dog seems to be feeling better. We took two longish walks and…

  • The Dream

    A special place. That’s what I’d hoped for when I returned from the desert, like a prophet, back to the swamp. Well, I’m no prophet. And, this isn’t that place. I don’t know about the rest of you, but during this period of down time I’ve had a lot of time to think. After all,…

  • Turbulent Indigo

    Normal. Everybody can hardly wait to get back to normal. Everybody can hardly wait until some government official declares everything is open. Ain’t happening. At least not until we can distribute some solid testing, and create a vaccine. I’d add herd imunity to this, but that means a lot of people have to die. Normal.…

  • Countdown

    A Sunday picture. A picture to express my feelings and those around me about what happened and what’s to come. A feeling that only art can capture, A feeling that is coming close to grief. Grief for a way of life that has come to an end. A way of life that will be something…

  • South To Louisiana

    It’s that time again in Southeastern Louisiana. It would have been Jazzfest time if CoVid-19 didn’t come roaring in like a hellound from the grave. It’s also a time when there is a very clear dividing point between the coolish, dry air of spring and the heat of summer. The first week of Jazzfest is…

  • It’s All Good

    Friday. All day long I thought yesterday was Friday. See what I mean about time melting? I think that I’m posting this for Saturday. That I’m getting out ahead of my work. I’m not. I’m posting this for Friday. Time has no meaning. Today. First. The picture. Wait for the light. Press the button. Clean…

  • Feeling Alright

    No fools, no fun. That’s what they say. At least some of “they” say it. No virus news today. We all need a break from it, even though it may affect our lives for many years. Instead. Art. And, this photograph turned into I don’t know what. First, the picture. I started with a picture…

  • Fantasia

    I never thought. I never thought that by the end of the first term of this presidency that we would be left in complete tatters. I knew it would be bad. I didn’t know when we finally emerged from our bunkers that country would be unrecognizable. Broken. Torn apart. People fighting for toilet paper. Even…