What Remains


M any folks have asked me on various social media if I photographed Hurricane Ida. Yes and no. I was a little busy weathering the storm and its aftermath. But I did make a few frames that I’m slowly turning into my version of art. This one is pretty simple. It’s storm drain that IContinue reading “What Remains”

Thinking Of A Place


W hat remains. This is one of our storm ravaged trees. Branches are broken, but new leaves are sprouting up like today was spring and not fall. I’m not sure in what form the recovery will take, but at least nature is doing her work. All nature really wants is stasis. One way or another,Continue reading “Thinking Of A Place”

Never Ending


W e listen to a lot of podcasts around here. This morning I was listening to The New York Times’ The Daily. The reporter was talking to a viral scientist. It was a pretty good interview until the reporter asked the scientist when the pandemic would end. She declined to predict that, but did sayContinue reading “Never Ending”

The Picture


The city that care forgot. That’s us. New Orleans. Even as some areas are gentrified and priced out of the locals ability to buy or rent, others still languish almost 16 years after they were flooded by Hurricane Katrina. It’s likely that many of these neighborhoods were failing long before the storm did its thingContinue reading “The Picture”

Remains


On a very humid walk. We found these branches that were what remained of our storms. Wasn’t sure about them until I photographed them and started processing them. Once I started stripping them back and allowed their natural color to emerge I knew the picture might work. That’s one of my secret sauces. I don’tContinue reading “Remains”

Man, Oh Man


I was going to close out the “big storm” series. I even made a new picture. It combines the extent of the damage around this place with water. But. “In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.” — Dr. Martin Luther King I’ve promised youContinue reading “Man, Oh Man”

What Remains


I go back. To this place of flood waters and death. I go back every three or four months. Just to see how things are progressing. The Lower 9th Ward was destroyed during the flooding after Hurricane Katrina. The levees broke. The levees that were built by the Army Corps of Engineers were not properlyContinue reading “What Remains”

Leaving Louisiana in Broad Daylight


This is what remains. Before it is taken down. Carted off for scrap. Left to rot in the land fill. I haven’t been to this neighborhood in a long while. I don’t want to get shot. I doubt this building is still standing. There are other pictures in my archive that have been made from aContinue reading “Leaving Louisiana in Broad Daylight”

Head, Hands and Feet


See? I told you I really wasn’t changing direction all that much. I hope that you believed me. You have no reason to because I change directions on Storyteller, every chance that I get. Sometimes. This is the inside of the Chapel at St. Roch Cemetery. I think everybody who finds their way to thisContinue reading “Head, Hands and Feet”