Directions


As the calendar turns I thought I would start on something that I haven’t done in a long time. Black and white photography for you. Not only that, but it’s new work, not archival as I’ve done in the past. My time may be winding down here. It seems that WordPress wants Storyteller to beContinue reading “Directions”

Isn’t It So?


Didn’t I say it? Didn’t I say that in just one day the brightly colored autumn trees turned bare? That the still living leaves fell to the ground in faded piles? Well, here it is. The proof. When I photographed this tree, we were out just around dusk. That didn’t matter since the sky wasContinue reading “Isn’t It So?”

Because


Because… why not? I was working on the original version of this picture in color. A light bulb went off. Experiment in black and white, I thought. So, I did. I liked it. I smoothed it out a bit. I helped you to see some of the rain drops and that was it. I’ve beenContinue reading “Because”

Black and White Work


As a young man I studied all of the classic black and white masters. Weston. I read his diaries. Adams. I learned his exposure system. Strand. I studied his composition. The list goes on. That’s what we did back then. No. We didn’t copy them. Instead, we looked at their works in books. We wentContinue reading “Black and White Work”

In the Treme


St. Augustine Catholic Church. In the Treme. Just a few hundred yards away from the church, in what is now Louis Armstrong Park, there is Congo Square. This was a place where slaves could congregate on Sunday.  At the time, this was called back of town since it was located across Rampart Street from TheContinue reading “In the Treme”


Slowly. Ever so slowly. Because, I’m still recovering from a long and gruelling weekend. The story so far. I’ve managed to download, backup and curate the images from four events. But, I seem to run out of steam early in the afternoon. So I cherry pick for you. At other times I sleep. I didContinue reading

Every Mother’s Son


This picture surprised me. You’ve seen it in the past. It’s an image from a Central City second line. You saw it in color here. In black and white on Instagram. But, never like this. Because. I opened this picture by accident. On a huge monitor. I started looking at it. Really looking at it.Continue reading “Every Mother’s Son”

Mushroom in Black & White


This is what happens when we get a lot of rain, combined with summer’s heat and normal humidity. Weird mushrooms. And, black and white art. I made this picture in between storms. In some areas of the neighborhood, water was still standing. What am I saying? Was? We haven’t had heavy rainfall in a coupleContinue reading “Mushroom in Black & White”