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Tag: France

  • Other Lands

    The world. Give me an hour and I’ll show you the world. I’ve been lucky. I’ve been allowed to go to many places in this big old world. I will go to even more places this summer. New locations for me are Serbia, Austria and Ghent. I’ll work, for the first time, along the Southern…

  • Another Way

    I know that I told you I was working on improving images from New Orleans. And, I am. It has become a production process that takes a lot of intensity and focus. Sure, I take breaks. But, sometimes my head gets foggy. So. If I want to continue working on something I play around and…

  • He Went To Paris

    He went to ParisLooking for answersTo questions that bothered him so He was impressive,Young and aggressive,Saving the world on his ownWarm summer breezesAnd french wines and cheesesPut his ambitions at bay Summers and wintersScattered like splintersAnd four or five years slipped away He went to EnglandPlayed the pianoAnd married an actress named KimThey had a…

  • He Went To Paris

    He went to Paris looking for answers to questions that only he knew. That’s the opening line from a Jimmy Buffett song. I went to Paris too. In fact, there was a year that I felt like I was commuting to work there. That’s another story. I made this picture on a holiday. I’m sure…

  • He Went To Paris

    H e went to ParisLooking for answersTo questions that bothered him so He was impressive,Young and aggressive,Saving the world on his ownWarm summer breezesAnd french wines and cheesesPut his ambitions at bay Summers and wintersScattered like splintersAnd four or five years slipped away He went to EnglandPlayed the pianoAnd married an actress named KimThey had…

  • My Approach

    Unlike yesterday’s picture, this one is real. It was made on black and white film, printed and eventually scanned. Then, I tinkered with it. Why this change from spring flowers? Simple. Until my back heals properly, I’m a little house bound. It’s not as bad as you might think. It is painful as it could…

  • And Again

    It seems like there is no mourning time. No recovery time. It seems like I just posted flowers for Dallas a week ago. It seems so, because it was. Only a week ago. Last Friday. Mass murders seem to be a way of life now. Even our leaders seem to be saying this is life.…

  • Paris

    I don’t know what to say. We pray for peace.  Always. We pray for the dead. More dead. We stand united with France. Again. I live in New Orleans. We were born of France. Our oldest neighborhood is call the French Quarter. That ought to tell you something. My heart is heavy. Again. Dammit. Between one…

  • Dazzling Blue

    Paris. Springtime. After a long winter. The picture was made looking toward the Left Bank from Quai de la Corse. Not a lot more to write. It’s been a very long trip. The color. Believe it or not, I did very little to make this color. I mostly was just stunned by the most amazing…