The Road, The Sky And Some Dirt


Sometimes I forget myself. I forget to post. I forget to work. I forget to keep in constant contact. I think I did it to myself by joining a couple of new picture sharing sources. I may have confused myself by making my posts more complicated than simple. We’ll see. When I lived in NewContinue reading “The Road, The Sky And Some Dirt”

A Very Long Trip


This picture is an example of what happens when you are jet lagged and tired all at once. You take weird chances. At least I do. For sure, I made some high energy peak moment photographs. Then my brain shut off and I just I just saw pictures. Click, click, click… I usually have aContinue reading “A Very Long Trip”

What Did I Do?


O nce again, I head back to Meta. I’ve been learning a lot about what they are doing with Instagram and Facebook. Yes, they are promoting more video and more content creators. I doesn’t sound like anything good. Photographers on Instagram are complaining that they can’t find the photographers they follow. They are looking forContinue reading “What Did I Do?”

Everything Changes


E verything changes. Yes, it does. I was reading another blog called World Nomad News. Their magazine is called Get Lost at emag.getlostmagazine.com They are a much bigger than Storyteller. They usually suggest places to travel to and what to do when you get there. I think they publish monthly, mostly because the site isContinue reading “Everything Changes”

Road Color


Y esterday’s post was a bit bleak, but it was honest. Authentic, as we say today. We saw an example of it on Thursday night, when the January 6 Committee laid the insurrection at Trump’s feet. And, at his feet it will stay. I’m sure he’ll be hopping mad. Too bad. It was an exerciseContinue reading “Road Color”

Almost Home


T he road. It may come soon enough. Oh, I’m not thinking about traveling for work. There is no work. I just need to be away from this place for a while. Or, forever. I’m going talk about Portia, my friend who was murdered a couple of days ago. But, first, a little bit aboutContinue reading “Almost Home”

Where The Beauty Is


The original title was going to be “The Boys of Summer,” after reading about a number of great baseball players of my youth passing. But, Eddie Van Halen died. He was 65, a year younger than I am now. He died after a very long battle with cancer. He family was with him. He wasContinue reading “Where The Beauty Is”

The Long Way Home


The long way home. After a long day driving upriver towards Baton Rouge on the Westbank’s River Road, I came to this little spot in the road. Blue hour coming. Dusk coming. Trains on one side. Power lines on both sides making great leading lines. What could be better? Actually, there are two River Roads.Continue reading “The Long Way Home”

Tired Eyes


Road trips. You know them. You like them. Probably. You drive. You listen to specially curated playlists of road music. You eat gas station food. You drink bad coffee. You stay in motels of questionable quality. Even the ones with big names. You’re having fun. Until. You decide to make tracks to a certain destination.Continue reading “Tired Eyes”