Hour Of Not Quite Rain


T his has been a very quiet time for me. I’m not doing much more than I need to do. That’s not me. Nor, is it good for me. I’ve always been a believer of finishing your daily work and then do one more thing. Big or little, it doesn’t matter. You are making progress.Continue reading “Hour Of Not Quite Rain”

A Long July


J uly is the month that you really know where you are; Southeast Louisiana. This is when your windows always have condensation producing water droplets in the morning. That’s what you see as I look into the garden. Later in the day this dries out and you can see reality again. Not that reality isContinue reading “A Long July”

Hanging Around


In New Orleans, you see them everywhere. You see them in windows. On balconies. On the street. Well, maybe not on the street. But, if you look hard enough you might. In a city that loves Halloween, anything is possible. You can look around the city in every ward, on every street and you’ll seeContinue reading “Hanging Around”

One Fine Mess


A dream? Or, a nightmare? Is it real? Or, something created out of nothing? I had a sort of half awake dream a couple of nights ago. I had a little trouble falling asleep. When I finally did, I had a kind of dream almost immediately.  Or, I thought that I did. There was someoneContinue reading “One Fine Mess”

A Change of Tune


Reflection in the glass. A moody image. Lost in the mists of The French Quarter. One early morning. I saw the mannequin. Eyes peering out at me. If I didn’t know where I was. On Royal Street. I might have thought the face was real. I stepped back. Wanting to add a little mystery toContinue reading “A Change of Tune”

Wisely and Slow


It seems that digging into my past work is necessary, but not rewarding. I can’t keep posting it. For sure, you’ve never seen it. It’s new to you. But, it’s not where I’m at now. In the summer of 2019. This picture is brand new. As usual, I saw it on the way to someContinue reading “Wisely and Slow”

Going Down, Down, Down


Going, down, down, down. Working in a coal mine. I don’t work in a coal mine. It’s just that on some days it feels that way. I shouldn’t complain. Making pictures and arguing with technology isn’t dirty work. Anyway, Here I am doing my job. Sorta. I couldn’t figure a way to keep myself outContinue reading “Going Down, Down, Down”

Another Picture From The Archives


Sunday morning. In the French Quarter. The tourists haven’t awakened yet. The only folks out are locals. Either they are getting ready for church. Or, they are getting ready to work. Or, they are just coming come from a long overnight shift somewhere in the Quarter. Before they go where ever they are going, theyContinue reading “Another Picture From The Archives”

Santa Fe


” She’s a good girl, loves her mama, Loves Jesus and America too She’s a good girl, crazy ’bout Elvis, Loves horses and her boyfriend too It’s a long day livin’ in Reseda, There’s a freeway runnin’ through the yard And I’m a bad boy, ’cause I don’t even miss her, I’m a bad boy forContinue reading “Santa Fe”