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Tag: Blue

  • Life In The City

    This is what I call a representational photography. I made it in one city, but it could be in any downtown. It’s a symbol. An icon. A placeholder. This is a great example of photographer’s luck. Finding a location where I could make straight on image at the most wonderful time of day is not…

  • Everywhere

    Nature on my mind. My archival plumbings are yielding forgotten and amazing imagery. I surprise myself. I’m pretty sure I used to work very hard. But, I cannot remember when. Ever feel that way? It could be because it never felt like work. A hobby job is what a friend of mine once called it.

  • Noticing

    We looked at each other and we knew. That’s how it started years ago. It happened again today while we were listening to a podcast. That’s nothing new. We listen to four or five a day. But this one. Ezra Klein talks to Rick Rubin. For those who don’t know, Rubin is an A class…

  • All A Dream

    Y’all know I write these little missives a day or two before I actually publish them. So even though you are reading this on Friday, let’s pretend it’s Tuesday. It’s important. When I first started traveling to Asia and especially to Hong Kong, which became my home for six years, I flew exclusively on one…

  • Opening

    I wish that I had something to say about this odd little scene. I suppose I am a lot sicker than I admit to. I’ll try again tomorrow. Or, I’ll just stay in bed. Sorry.

  • Broken

    Like a rant. Not a rant. As many of you know we had a lot of unplanned traveling this week which will trickle into next week. I keep saying that we hope to be home by January 9th, but even that’s questionable. We did something that we never do. We flew private. Given Southwestern’s total…

  • This Story is Forever

    There were daysAnd there were daysAnd there were days besidesWhen phantom ships with phantom sails Set to sea on phantom tidesComes the lightning of the sunOn bright unfocused eyesThe blue of yet another dayA springtime wet with sighsA hopeful candle lingersIn the land of lullabiesWhere headless horsemen vanishWith wild and lonely cries, lonely cries

  • Until The End Of Time

    In New Orleans, streetcars are for the end of time. The green cars that roll up St. Charles Avenue are based on the very earliest design. The red streetcars are modified with a few improvements, including one major improvement. Air conditioning. During New Orleans’ hot, steamy summers this is essential. More essential when you consider…

  • Minimal

    Minimalism. A lot of people talk about it. Marie Kondo talks about to the point of making a career out of it. Photographers and artists talk about it. It was a little trendy. I tend to like it both in my art and personal life. We are in the middle of thinning out our stuff…