The Opening


E vents and memories of them last a long time. Eventually, we process them the best that we can. Musicians write songs, writers discuss what happened with their words. Photographers and artists who work on paper make some kind of visual statement. That’s what I did. We hunkered down when Hurricane Ida struck on theContinue reading “The Opening”

Something About Stars


H urricanes and water. That’s what we are looking at. We are also looking at a full frame picture, not something made on a phone. It is a reason to leave Louisiana. Two 100 year storms in 16 years. First came Katrina. Then, came Ida. That’s enough right there. It’s enough not to have powerContinue reading “Something About Stars”

What Remains


W hat remains, indeed. Clean up continues while I wander around taking pictures. In this case, pictures of floating leaves in a pool that had already been cleared of a lot of storm junk, which brings me to the topic of junk. When you are sitting around in a hot house at night with littleContinue reading “What Remains”

The Waiting


T om Petty said that they waiting is the hardest part. And, so it is. Most of the preparations have been done. I was about to take the trash out when I remembered not to do it. During a hurricane the trash cans get blown around and the trash gets plastered to your house. Or,Continue reading “The Waiting”