Tag: Talking
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He Went To Paris
He went to ParisLooking for answersTo questions that bothered him so He was impressive,Young and aggressive,Saving the world on his ownWarm summer breezesAnd french wines and cheesesPut his ambitions at bay Summers and wintersScattered like splintersAnd four or five years slipped away He went to EnglandPlayed the pianoAnd married an actress named KimThey had a…
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Going Inside
My ideas are starting to come together, but there is a lot of experimentation getting to my vision. Especially, since I’m not exactly clear on my destination, or my path getting there. The issue is imagery that is contemporary as opposed to photographs that are emotional. Or, useful v pretty. These pictures are for sale…
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One Night, One Time
It almost looks like I took this picture in Europe, doesn’t it? Nope. The French Quarter. A neighborhood that is French, Spanish and a little American. All in one. I suppose the woman has a little European look to her. That may be stretching things a little too much. However, the bike is as All-American…
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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…
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A Little More
Even though we mostly hung out with the man with whom we shared a little sadness, I just had to look around. It’s what I do. I kind of liked what I found. The high energy of a second line parade had dissipated. People where just standing around chatting. If you asked permission to make…
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Life As It Is…
Let’s see. I think it’s time to go back to Central City and work on what I started. First, though, a quick little trip to the west. Memorials and funerals. Stuff I’d rather not do. But… well, you know. Obviously, I’m finally beginning to feel a little better. No fever. No headiness. Just a bit…
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Foggy French Quarter
Rarities. I usually don’t make pictures like these. New Orleans was fog bound over the past weekend. After photographing another second line parade, we headed to The French Quarter to see what it looked like in the fog. Some had lifted, but a lot of it was lingering, at least in the middle and long…
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Rehearsal… kind of.
A little more from yesterday’s second line parade in The Upper Ninth Ward. Me and bands. As a few of you know that’s another part of my life. Maybe more so than pictures on some days. It’s a nice mix for me. But, when I make pictures of musicians — at any level — I…
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