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Tag: Passing

  • Hand On My Back

    The culture stood vigil last night. In couldn’t go. Masking and distancing is still to fraught with danger for me. If I caught the virus my body couldn’t produce enough red platelets to fight it. So, I found this portrait, which I made out of another picture and thought that I’d share it and some…

  • Passings

    In the middle of things. You know where that’s where I like to be. Don’t think twice. Unlike a second line, when you get jostled around, this is a little more dangerous. I am very respectful of trains in all their forms. Even our cute streetcars. As it  got a little closer, I retreated back…

  • The Brink of Time

    Time. It’s really all that we have. The changing of seasons reminds us of that. In some places it sort of comes like a knife slicing through butter. In other places, it lingers for weeks until it finally sneaks up on us. The leaves are gone. The air turns cold. That’s what this picture is…

  • 11:27 PM

    11:27. PM. A life passes. First, mourning. Then, acceptance. Finally, the joy of remembering. This picture was made today. You know me. The work is the prayer. The prayer is the joy.  

  • 4:25 PM, August 25, 2018

    If you’ve followed Storyteller for any length of time, you know what I think. Senator John McCain embodied the words, honor, integrity and service. While I didn’t always agree with his positions,  I always respected him. I always thought that he cared about my country. Now, he’s gone. Last night I spent a long time…

  • Passings

    Yesterday, a great musician and a sweet and kind man died. Fats Domino. There have been tributes written from all over the world. Because, at the heart of it, he started rock n roll. Without him, the guys who came a little after him — Elvis Presley, Chuck Berry and even The Beatles — might…

  • To Everything There is a Season

    To everything there is a season. A Biblical passage. A song that Bob Dylan wrote. A song that The Byrds made famous. Right now, I just call the season fall. Autumn. It’s my favorite time of year to work away from an urban environment, which in this case, just means working in a park. I…

  • Walking to Christmas

    I’ll tell you about this picture in a few sentences or so. But, first, it’s a sad night in Louisiana. “Blue Dog” artist George Rodrigue passed tonight. Love the “Blue Dog” or hate it, Rodrigue contributed quite a lot to Louisiana art and to New Orleans. He supported all kinds of arts in the schools…

  • Under African Skies

    I’m a little early today. Forgive me. Sometimes even when you expect it, news comes with jarring certainty. Things and lives just end. You know what I’m going to write… a little. Tonight’s news is all about Nelson Mandela. So, I’ll depart from my usual New Orleans work. I journeyed to South Africa about ten…