Walking


One day I was walking through The Bywater, which is really a neighborhood in the 9th Ward, when I ran headlong into fall. Quickly, I pressed the button and bam, bam, bam, I made a picture. I turned around and went to The Bank of Soul, an art gallery owned by an old friend ofContinue reading “Walking”

Like Jazz


The change in the weather is getting to me. It would help if I stayed in one place, but I travel from hot, humid and wet, on to hot and wet, to cooler and dry. I don’t know where I am. My brain doesn’t know either. Worse, my sinuses think that I’m on a rollerContinue reading “Like Jazz”

Midnight Clear


Christmas in New Orleans. A magical time of year. Living in the semi tropics makes so. Hold on.  It’s Christmas Eve. It’s time for children to go to bed early. A night when the kids leave a plate of cookies and a glass of milk for Santa. It’s a night of hope and wonder. AroundContinue reading “Midnight Clear”

Looking Backward


Looking backward to move forward. As you know, I’ve struggling with ways forward. It’s not that I’ve lost my motivation. It’s more along the lines of how do I progress? I’ve been poking around in my archives for about a month. I’ve pretty much photographed everything that interests me in New Orleans about four orContinue reading “Looking Backward”

Red Beans and Rice


The big wind down. I made these pictures on Lundi Gras. Today is Mardi Gras. I’ll go out in a bit. I decided not to really chase anything. I’ll go to a place. I’ll let the pictures come to me. As someone just said to me, “Aren’t you getting a little bit old to beContinue reading “Red Beans and Rice”

In The Bywater


New Orleans sidewalks. Depending on the neighborhood, they can be made of brick, cobblestone, very old cement or even slate. They are usually pretty broken up. Tree roots grow up through them. The heat cracks them. They fall apart after years of use. We are an old city. I found this one while I wasContinue reading “In The Bywater”

A Little Urban


A little change. Something a little more grungy. A little more urban. A little more made by hand. Some people think graffiti is some kind of blemish. A kind of destruction. An attack on civilized society. Others think it is a kind of street art. I fall into the latter category. Sometimes. Some of thisContinue reading “A Little Urban”

Serve Somebody


Serve Somebody. That’s from an old Dylan song. I’m listening to the live version which was just released. Recorded in 1979. Released in 2017. It’s a long story. Let’s just say it was made during his “Born Again” period. A lot of people didn’t take him seriously. But, he was at his live musical peak.Continue reading “Serve Somebody”

The Process


A slight change. I actually went out looking for pictures. Admittedly, I had some errands to run near The Bywater. I used that to get me out and about. Away from the usual. Once upon a time, places like this used to be the usual. For me. Maybe, it’ll come back to me. Or, not.Continue reading “The Process”