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Tag: Reflections

  • The Pictures of April

    Looking at this wall of color impresses even me. Given my numbers for April I’m not sure about anybody else. But, no matter, I had fun making these photographs. I surely knocked off a lot of rust and I started to see again. I saw small things, light, color and things I would have missed…

  • Just A Thought

    What Matters The debate rages, With the Muskifing of Twitter which social media matters? None o f them. Throwing stuff on a wall to see what sticks is meaningless. The answer is to cut back to just a few of anything and build on those. I think I really hurt Andy Adams feelings when, after…

  • Fall Water

    This is a quick post. Our supposedly rock solid never failing solar panels and massive storage batteries, failed. The company trotted right out when we called them. It’s some kind of condensed switch that toggle between the battery and the power center in the house. Or something like that. I guess it’s sort of a…

  • Among the Ruins

    What’s behind. These pictures make my old urbex roaming look pretty good. I always felt safe. It was like playing soldier, always remembering two things. Slow is smooth and smooth fast. And, if you can see the enemy, the enemy can see you. I hate to think of the citizens of New Orleans as the…

  • Reflections

    I remember where and when I made this picture. I just din’t remember clicking the shutter. I guess that’ll happen over the years. I’ve made a lot of pictures as I’m just beginning to realize. I was sitting in a drive thru for a coffee shop called O’Hari’s Coffee House. To my way of thinking…

  • Into The Morning Sky

    F loating. Sometimes it seems like that’s best path to take, rather than fight my way through whatever is impeding my progress. At least I do that in my photographic work. As you may already know, I have a fairly strict routine that I use to prepare myself to make pictures. It has evolved a…

  • All Bright and Glittering

    A nother long strange trip in a dream. It went this way. I was trying to get out of a city that was falling apart. Buildings were crumbling or on fire. Crime was at an all time high. There were riots in the streets. The rioters defeated the police because the police were understaffed. I…

  • Naked To The Eye

    M ore changes. I knew that I wanted to design some kind of gallery. I’ve done it in the past. Good luck with that. Now the gallery template is divided by columns so the images are divided into long thin columns. A casual viewer wouldn’t know what they were seeing unless they they opened each…

  • The Hard Way

    H ave you ever shared a dream? We did. This morning. I woke up thinking ,”Whew, what a dream.” I was thinking about what I saw and felt, when from the other side of the bed came, “Oh my God, what a dream.” I started talking about my dream and pretty soon she was filling…