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Tag: Late Afternoon

  • The Summer Wind

    A nother weird week. It seems like death is following us around no matter what we do. I suppose that’s the way it is going to be until we manage the virus and people are able to think again. I have no idea what killed Charlie Watts. But, it may illustrate something that I’ve long…

  • Summer Night Sticks To My Skin

    After yesterday’s rant I calmed down. I brought my thoughts back to what really matters. Reflection and review brought me to a quiet place. We all need a quiet place. Especially now, when external forces are attacking us from everywhere. As Bob Dylan once wrote, “You won’t get out of here unscathed.” And, they won’t.…

  • And, In The End

    Sometimes, You get lucky. You get to see the rainbow after the storm.You get to see nature being friendly rather than allowing us to get sick and die. That’s what this picture is about. Hope. You know me. You can’t eat hope. If you have hope right now, you’d better go to work. Hope, unfortunately,…

  • No, It’s Not

    Despite whatever you are thinking, the picture is not upside down. I know. I know. It looks upside down. I made the picture standing directly under the tree and looking up. It is the perfect symbol for our current times. The world seems upside down. If everybody isn’t busy hating people who are not like…

  • Look Closely

    They flew once. Now they have been caught in a tree’s branches where they will likely deflate and die. Was this an accident? Or, were they launched? Probably those of us who didn’t see where the balloons rose from will never know. I do know this. I went to my doctor yesterday. You know my…

  • Let The Light Never Stop

    On another day. The same thing happened. Sort of. It wasn’t a scooter this time. It was a big heavy motorcycle. I saw what I’d passed by. Fifty times. One hundred times. Two hundred times. Who knows how many times? A neighborhood scene. The kind that you never see. Because it’s always there. It doesn’t…

  • Pieces of Paper

    Amazing. Last evening, the light was just amazing. As usual, I was in the wrong place. So, I did what I could. This picture fits nicely into a sub-genre of landscape pictures called, ” New Landscape.” Me? I just call it a picture. Or, photograph. I don’t think photography has to be sliced and diced…

  • Across the Bridge

    Once upon a time. In the fantastical land of Las Vegas, I stumbled upon this scene. It was late afternoon. It was at the Venetian Hotel and Casino. I saw a tour guide leading his folks up the bridge to the hotel. The light was low and wonderful. Not only were the people silhouetted, but…

  • Quarter Light

    Another trip to the vault. I have to right now. I’m a little busy and out-of-place. This is another example of great light and its positive effects on a scene. Yes. I know. The French Quarter is just jam-packed with photo opportunities. But, they get even better when the light is right. In this case,…