Tag: Signs

  • The Long Weekend

    T his is a big holiday weekend. The Fourth of July celebrates the founding of The United States. After all of the Less-Than-Supreme-Court has done in the past two weeks I’m in no mood to celebrate. After talking to a number of our friends I know that they feel the same way. Hopefully, our neighbors […]

  • Rain King

    N o patience. That describes my attitude these days. I have almost no tolerance for technical issues and yet I know better. I understand that everything made by man eventually breaks. That’s why there are so many service people. Mechanics, technicians, plumbers, the Maytag repairman, even doctors are working because stuff breaks. Thinking about leaving […]

  • Way Out West

    Out there. Way out there. The road trip. The grand tour. Mostly along Route 66. In New Mexico. Or better said, by Neil Young: “Well, they say that Santa Fe is less than ninety miles away, And I got time to roll a number and rent a car. Oh, Albuquerque. I’ve been flyin’ down the road, […]

  • More Route 66

      A little more Route 66. You seem to like this collection. I’ll keep going a little bit. I like these pictures too. I haven’t really looked at them for a long time. Luckily, these images are easily accessible in my archives. On second thought. Luck had nothing to do with accessibility. That’s just management. […]

  • A Conversation

    It was hot. I already mentioned that. So. I took shelter in the only place I could find. The semi-shady stoop of a long abandoned power plant. Pretty soon other people joined me. We started talking. Pretty soon a couple of them asked why I was taking pictures. So, I showed them. There are some good […]

  • Seeing Stuff

    This is all about seeing. Being on the move. Going from place to place. It’s also about not really caring about what other people think. It takes a long time learning to take a picture when passersby might be wondering what the heck you are doing. Even asking that question. On the other hand, two […]

  • The Watcher

    Watching. Waiting. The second line started an hour later than planned. When they hit the streets they came through the bulldog. That’s right, Family Ties came right through the mascot of Joseph H. Clark Prep High School in Treme. Yep. The second line began in Treme and mostly walked through the 7th Ward. A ward […]

  • Nobody Ever Listens

    Mid City. New Orleans. Greenway. Yes, everything is going well along the greenway. The one that I wrote about during the fifteen days of Katrina. Yet, a block away is a City of New Orleans facility. For used street signs. All sorts of signs. Street names. Stop signs. One way signs. You know, the signs that control traffic […]

  • Signs

    You might think that I stopped traveling. I still do. You might think that my work has turned dystopian. Sometimes. San Francisco, California.