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Tag: Shadows

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • Believe in Life

    C atching up. Or, Ketchup. Just as I predicated, violence begets violence. There was a protest in Wisconsin. Black people came out to protest the Rittenhouse Verdict. Standing guard on the perimeter where serious looking Black men armed with long guns also known as AR-15s. That verdict made everyone fair game on the street. We…

  • All That You Dream

    A s I recall, it was hot. A lot of us were sucking down water and sweating it out as fast as we drank it. We were tripping all over each other. I stepped on someone. I turned around to apologize mostly with my eyes because we couldn’t hear anything. They guy I stepped on…

  • Little Mysteries

    See what I mean? Worry about not making pictures and you start making pictures. Or, I suppose that the pool needs cleaning. One or the other. No worries. After I got done pressing the button, I sent children out to do a man’s work. I tried to tell them it had to be done from…

  • Fathers And Sons

    We listened to a podcast this morning that stopped me in my tracks. It’s a conversation between Barack Obama and Bruce Springsteen. I know what some of you are thinking. It’s not about that. Liberal or Conservative, Democrat or Republican, this is worth listening to. You’ll learn something about the two men. More importantly, you…

  • On Your Shore

    There is something that I’ve mentioned is the past. I’m repeating myself. Some of you replied that it didn’t matter because nature changes in subtle ways. Some of you were wrong. After I made this picture I happened to scroll through my Storyteller archive. Guess what? Not only did I find a a very similar…

  • Sunrise, Sunrise, I Can See It

    Sometimes it’s all light and color with just a hint of subject matter. Sometimes it’s more. This picture straddles both, leaning to the previous. It’s sort of musical. That’s just as well. It’s been a musical sort of day. The musicians in my life have been playing sort of tag with me and I with…

  • The Calling

    Staying True. I’m having a conversation with some Photoshelter folks about the so-called Photographers Bill of Rights via a comment section. Most of it concerns photojournalism. That’s where my career started. That’s where my heart lies. I read the entire document. If I’m going to talk about it, I should read it. That’s only fair.…