Tag: Moss
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Round Here
O nce, awhile back, I used to walk through a forest like place. In truth it is a park but most of it was left as wild land. It’s a great place to walk because there are measured distances. You chose the trail that you wanted and you could walk from one to three miles.…
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Miles Beyond
There seems to be a little hope these days. There is a little light at the end of the tunnel. That’s if we don’t blow it. We are tired. We are lonely. I get that. But, they say that it’s not how you start. It’s how you finish. So, let’s finish strong. Let’s do what…
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Never Had It So Good
Not my normal location. Wandering from my normal scenes lead me to find these shoes. I have no idea why they were left behind. But, they are neatly aligned as if someone was returning to get them. I don’t know what the soles look like, but it could be that she was slipping and sliding.…
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Shady Grove
Testing. This is the third time that I’ve tried designing this post. It doesn’t help to save your work because it is saved in some other format. So, you start over, And, over. Some comments. Anyone who has taken the time to reply to my WordPress-based rants has nothing good to say about the Block…
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Redemption
Once, long ago, I asked one of my neighbors how to grow tomatoes in the New Orleans climate. The guy was an old Creole man. He was old enough to speak French as a mother tongue. He looked at me and said, “Just plant it and leave it alone. Everything grows here.” He was right.…
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Your Sunday Greens
“Give me the greens of summer.” So, said Paul Simon. I wonder what he would think about the greens of fall. Because we live in a swamp and have two growing seasons, we do get new foliage growing at what is an odd time of year for the rest of the country. This is an…
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Down the Drain
After a hard rain. You find… pictures. Everything is crisp, bright, colorful. Even the moss is emerald green. This doesn’t last for long. What falls down must rise up in our heat and humidity. An hour or two after I made this picture everything calmed down. The brightness was mundane again. An hour or two…
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The Energy of Color
Just color. Back to my later origins. Back to seeing what most people can’t see. Back to leading people to their own questions. With luck, I’ll blend this with my true beginnings — photojournalism — and, I’ll make some real pictures along the line of my first summer picture. The boy on his bike with…
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One More Cup of Coffee
It’s been a while. I can’t remember the last time I photographed yellow stripes in a parking lot. I’ve actually been watching this one for a while. I started with the striping effort that city contractors did a few months back. I knew it wouldn’t last long. Nature always seeks stasis. Mankind wins. Only for…
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