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Tag: Moody

  • Witches, Ghosts and Michael Myers

    Here it is. The day of the big night. The night when stuff used to burn in Detroit, when eggs were thrown at houses of people who yelled, “Hey! You kids stay offa my lawn,” when the houses of popular kids were tp’d (Kids used to wrap houses, trees, cars even dogs with toilet paper.…

  • Over 99 Billion Served

    I was playing around with two pictures and just like that they came together into one. That’s when I know I happened onto something good. Happened is right. I doubt that I ever actually make a good image on my own. Luck, the universe, Ronald McDonald or something leads me to the picture. Maybe that’s…

  • New Orleans Spooky

    T his whole post might just be a rant. I know what you are thinking. “Oh no” I’ll try to be funny even though I’m not feeling that way. You know I don’t have much time these days. Time is my most precious commodity. Not just now, even in the best of times. But, especially…

  • If I Die

    A ll Monday. I sort of felt this way. Not exactly blue, but out of sorts. I still don’t know why. Perhaps there is just too much going in the world, in New Orleans, in my life. I’m not the only one who feels like this. Even on nice days things turn weird. I don’t…

  • The Sky Is Crying

    W hat a weird, but peaceful day. We did a lot of cold weather cooking. But, mostly I slept. And slept. Here’s how it went in the afternoon. I thought I would rest my computer eyes and read something on real paper at around 4pm. I awoke at 8:45pm. By the time my head cleared…

  • Hundreds of Ways

    Y esterday was almost useless. Since I believe there are no useless days, that’s saying something. I had one of those days where everything went wrong. Luckily, they were little things. The espresso machine started the day, by doing something funky. The mouse batteries died without warning. Two lightbulbs burned out. And, so it went…

  • Mystifies Me

    T iming. It’s everything. Look in one direction and you see nothing. Turn around and there’s the picture. Make some great music and nobody hears it unless the timing is right. Play sports, maybe baseball. The difference between striking out and hitting a home run is timing. You get the point. This picture is a…

  • Orphan of the Storm

    M y thinking changes a little bit every day depending what I read or see or do. I made this photograph a couple for days ago. I started playing with it last night. The picture lead me to the way it looks. Look at the next column for that. I generally listen to music when…

  • No Country

    O bviously, I made this picture a while ago, like in winter. I tucked it away and you’ve never seen it. I’m starting to work through that collection now. Unfortunately for me, these pictures are scattered throughout the last few months which means that I have to find them. Hard to do when you’ve forgotten…