Colorful Time


My own personal fantasy. Color, light, reflection, refraction, dusk, blue hour, rain, water, sparkle, a thousand points of light, circles, shapes, shining, patterns. That’s what makes these pictures just a little different.

Brickyard Blues


We are headed to New Orleans. What? Already? No. It’s nothing good. A friend of ours just enter home hospice care. She’s been fighting cancer for four years. She’s so sick that she sleeps about 18 hours a day. When the home health care nurse arrived she couldn’t sit up to be examined. She doesn’tContinue reading “Brickyard Blues”

Over And Over


This photograph emerged from the fog of my archives. I’m pretty sure I didn’t select it for anything because of the way her arm is raised showing her arm pit. I was raised with certain rules. One is no up-the-nostril pictures. Another is no arm pit pictures. So, I tinkered with it. I modified theContinue reading “Over And Over”

Glad I Was There


As you know I write Storyteller a day or two ahead of publishing it. I wrote this on musician Neil Young’s birthday. He’s 77 and still going to strong. He’s making new music. He’s pouring a lot of time and energy in NYA, which is Neil Young Archives. It’s a mega website in which weContinue reading “Glad I Was There”

The Game


Dream It It usually comes to me in a dream even if I find it in the street after it came to me. That’s the easiest part for me. It just comes in the night from someplace else. Create it This is the hardest part. Turning a dream into reality isn’t easy. I’m not aContinue reading “The Game”


Magic The picture is an experiment. The design of the page is an experiment. Maybe all of Storyteller is an experiment. Hard to say. I had a weird thought this morning that was preceded by a dream sometime early in the morning. It ocurred to me that I wasn’t pushing my work far enough orContinue reading

Far Away


Mostly, I’m just playing and raking. Raking, you say? Yesterday there were all sorts of leaves on the trees. Red ones, orange ones and yellow ones. Today they are on the ground. Don’t get me wrong, we don’t have to rake the entire farm. We just had to rake the area where there in aContinue reading “Far Away”

Walking


One day I was walking through The Bywater, which is really a neighborhood in the 9th Ward, when I ran headlong into fall. Quickly, I pressed the button and bam, bam, bam, I made a picture. I turned around and went to The Bank of Soul, an art gallery owned by an old friend ofContinue reading “Walking”

Left Over Life


Two feet in, one foot out. That’s not quite true. I’m all in on our move, but I have a lot of my past to think about as I work through old archives. I lived in New Orleans for a long time. I made a lot of photographs there. There’s a lot to re-archive andContinue reading “Left Over Life”