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ormally posts like this one are saved for the between week of Christmas and New Year, but it seems like just about everyone is jumping the gun, so I better do it too. I have a theory about why we are publishing best lists of 2021 so early. We want the second year from hell to conclude as quickly as possible.
We are tired. We are drained. We are frustrated. And, we certainly do not know how to take the long view. I’ve said from the moment we went into lockdown that we were running a marathon, not a sprint.
A few words about what you are looking at.
Somewhere during the year I started seeing other ways to make my photographs. I started working to make them smoother, darker, with less vibrant contrast. They say that all art is autobiographical. I’m not so sure about the subject matter, but I am about the tone and hue of these photographs.
This was a year of great loss for everybody. We lost an amazing amount of friends and colleagues. In the first six months of the year we lost one or two people a week. In July I suffered a terrible loss. The all seeing dog, the dog who picked me, the dog who would only go for walks with me, passed. She was thirteen years old. She is also the thirteenth picture is this little portfolio. Lagniappe as we call it in New Orleans.
Next year?
Next year is already busy this year. Lots of plans being hatched and schemed over. For both businesses. And, as you all know, we bought the farm. That doesn’t mean we are leaving New Orleans right away. The old farmhouse needs to be renovated and some new construction is needed. I reckon by this time in 2022, we’ll be living there.
2022. Wow. Hopefully, it will be a darn sight better than 2021.
STORYTELLER 
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