Flying Along


A fter reading Storyteller, many of you know I like blurry motion pictures. I try not to publish too many of them because, you know, you’d get bored. For that matter it’s the same reason musicians playing a concert don’t play five or six fast songs in a row. They — and me — tryContinue reading “Flying Along”

Nothing Normal


R arely do I ever see fog in The French Quarter. One time during the Christmas season I did. I was shocked. I almost dropped my cameras. I almost fell in the river. The muddy Mississippi River. The river that is polluted from all the oil and other stuff dropped from the big ocean goingContinue reading “Nothing Normal”

Home, Not Home


Y es. I was taking you through my travels, but soon New Orleans will fade into my rambles. I’d like to say I have mixed emotions about leaving, but I don’t. The city is very broken. We are on pace to have the highest number of murders per capita. That means we’ll have around 350Continue reading “Home, Not Home”

About Friday


A s many of you know I schedule my posts in advance so I didn’t get to tell you what I think about yesterday’s Supreme Court decision and the one the day before. Near as I can tell they like guns and don’t like women. Before I write much further please know that we areContinue reading “About Friday”

Sad Songs Are The Best Songs


T his was an experiment. Not the picture, the final editing. The caption says it all. The processing takes it to another higher level because to me it says what it means to travel. For some it means slipping into the mist in order to get away from daily life. For others it may meanContinue reading “Sad Songs Are The Best Songs”

Another Day, Another Mistake


W hen I was a young child my family used to travel from Long Beach, California to Brooklyn, New York. In those days we either took Santa Fe’s El Capitain or Super Chief. Those were the days. The food was great. The cars were luxurious. The staff was helpful and friendly. Though the ride wasContinue reading “Another Day, Another Mistake”

Naked To The Eye


Sometimes, there’s no winning. I couldn’t do it yesterday so I shut the conversation down. I couldn’t get through. Everything was an excuse. Or, a weird kind of arrogance. I have no use for that. Oh well. Another war lost. One I shouldn’t have fought. These two pictures are of the same location. They wereContinue reading “Naked To The Eye”

What Does It Mean To Travel


On a Sunday morning. I realized I haven’t published multiple pictures in some time. I’ve been photographing bits and piece of trains forever because I like them. I grew up riding the Super Chief and the El Capitan and eventually The City of Los Angeles from Los Angeles to New York City via Chicago. OfContinue reading “What Does It Mean To Travel”

Under The Bridge


The minute I said that I was a little blocked a picture came running up to me. That’s how it goes sometimes. Say it and claim it. The problem evaporates. I suppose that we are all in a state of suspended animation waiting for the results of the presidential election. Some media like Fox —Continue reading “Under The Bridge”