ometimes it pays to cover old ground. One day I drove out to an odd section of the Ninth Ward.
I parked as close to the levee as i could get and walked into the neighborhood which is known as Holy Cross. I saw the wonderful light and stopped.
I made about three frames and moved on.
Then, I stopped for coffee at a favorite place that was just coming back after a lot of years following Hurricane Katrina.
Sure enough, I ran into a couple of folks that I know. We started talking. We mostly talked about what happened in the years following the storm.
Our lives had changed so much that we had nothing to say. How could we relate to each other’s stories?
One of us suggested that we meet for a meal soon. I mumbled something about we’ll see and I will be out of town from September though mid-December.
The last part is true. Maybe. If the virus doesn’t do what a lot of scientists and doctors said it will, which is to explode into the worst surge yet with some 300,000 people getting sick per day.
Most of them doubt that we can stop this by getting vaccinated late in the game. I guess that’s another we’ll see.
It may be worse for me and mine. We live in a blue city that lies within a red state. Apparently, New Orleans has reached very near to the 70% threshold. The rest of the state is down in the low to mid-thirties.
Most of Louisiana follows the rest of the south. Mississippi and Alabama have even lower numbers than we do. As I recall, only Virginia has anywhere near the numbers we need to manage the virus.
I suspect that Virginia’s numbers are good because of the Beltway and all the people in the northern region of the state.
My very elderly neighbors may be proven right. There is no lost cause. There is just a continuation of the Civil War and the South shall rise — or sink — again.
he technique is simple. Wait for the right light. Be patient and wait.
Or, you can be like me and just get lucky.
That’s photographer’s luck. Luck that you make just by going out and roaming around.
I have a friend who is very frustrated. He lives near Tampa, a place where is so much to photograph. He mostly makes pictures of sunsets.
I don’t know why he limits himself. He doesn’t either.
That’s not the frustrating part for him. He and his wife are cruisers. Most countries aren’t allowing people from certain other countries in their borders.
That means no, or very limited, cruise ships.
He thinks he has to sail to Italy, spend a few days photographing whatever else does and move on to — oh, I don’t know — Spain and do the same thing.
That would be great if he found the places that tourists don’t go, but he doesn’t.
What’s the point?
In Tampa there’s Ybor City. It isn’t as funky as it used to be, but there’s still good stuff to photograph.
Photograph it. Dammit.
That’s my technical discussion for today. Go take a picture of some stuff. Good stuff.
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