The Blue Distance


Away in the weather.

I wasn’t driving in that place during the storms. But, before and after are good targets. The main idea is to give you a sense of our wonderful weather down here in Southeastern Louisiana. During this time of year we often get a short but violent storm about every other day.

This down time has got me thinking. That’s usually a dangerous proposition. A lot of folks are doing some kind of a review of their lives, right now. For many people it’s more along the lines of, “How the hell did this happen?”

I’m not sure what you can do about the past but learn from it. And, enjoy some of the memories. That’s probably enough. If you can take something away from whatever happened to you, you’ve done it.

The past is all different. Places are all different. We are all different. Our pasts are all different. We mix and match. Trying to understand. “How the hell did this happen?”


We are brought to this place in time. One moment in history. Our time. Right this minute. This minute. Right now. This one.

What are you going to do with this minute? What are going to do if you believe that there are no useless days?

Tell me. Tell the rest of us. Please.

The Picture

I didn’t even know what I had. If I hadn’t messed with this file, you’d have seen the usual things. Blue sky. A few clouds. A long road reaching out in a sort of brown-grayish color. Another detail or two.


I went the other way. I made the picture look like you were out on some deserted highway, late at night. A storm is brewing. You hope to get there in time. The time before the clouds erupt into hard rain. You hope.

Just so you know, I didn’t use an app that is supposed to be a cinematic filter called, “Night for Day.” I made this one myself.

So. Yes. A lot of post production.

Stay safe. Stay mighty. Enjoy every sandwich.

One more thing.

I didn’t forget. Fifteen years. Today. Fifteen years between Katrina and Lucy. This picture links the two. It leaves me wondering. “How the hell did I get here?”

You’d better have another sandwich.

Published by Ray Laskowitz

I am a visual storyteller. I've been making pictures for some 40 years. I travel the world in search of the right image. in the right light at the right time. You can reach me by phone at 505.280.4686, or by email at or For a quick look at my work please go to

8 thoughts on “The Blue Distance

  1. You are pressing your luck Ray. Watch out for that third storm…it may be the one and probably sooner than 15 years from now. What thee heck, we may both be dead by then. Hang in there my philosophical friend.

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    1. Probably. There are two depressions forming in the Atlantic Ocean as I write.!5 years more will probably be enough, A lot of the culture barriers that I photograph have parents who are in their late 90s. Doesn’t look like a lot of fun.


  2. It (NOLA) must keep calling you home. I really like this: “The past is all different. Places are all different. We are all different. Our pasts are all different. We mix and match. Trying to understand.” I’m wrestling with a title along the lines of “the invisible weight of memory” and your words fit with that.

    What am I going to do with it, with this minute in this hour of this not-useless day? Think. Contemplate. Write. Reflect.

    Love the picture. It perfectly captures the feel of a storm bearing down on you.

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    1. Thanks for that. Not-useless is something that I borrowed from my new musician. She also said a version of something Uncle Neil says. She said that every song comes from the same story. She just keeps approaching it from different angles. NOLA isn’t calling me much. NOJO was asking about Virginia, where MCC lives and where my career began. I said that she is a city girl, she said not so much anymore.


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