One Year and Two Days of Absence

It has been said "A poem is never finished it is just abandoned". A year is like that, a lot of meals pass under the belt, we do our best to find meaning, time passes, we are tested and grow older. I believe that it is necessary for each of us to take our train off the rails, hang a sign that reads "Temporarily out of service"; this is a time of reassessment. In a strange but annoying way a cold or flu forces the out of service situation, we sleep, we stop eating, we blow our nose, wallow in self pity, we change. It is inevitable that our photographic ideas change, we abandon those proverbial photographic pomes we set down our camera for the garden tools and we generally sick of our own photographs anxious to do better. The growing process is a series of skinned knees or worse. Yes this part of the post is a rumination and reminder to myself that I am changing, my work is changing, I have it in me to do better, part affirmation part dear diary. I believe in the Buddhist way, "The path is the destination". So spring is in the air let me show some new work.

This is my first book in over two years, a brief description follows; A photo journal of the Bywater neighborhood / 9th Ward of New Orleans. A walk about that features the industrial canal, a mix of architecture and an insiders view of Thanksgiving dinner on Poland Avenue. Check out the opening day at the "Fairgrounds" as the citizenry dress up, place bets and work up an appetite. This is the side of New Orleans without the tourist, rough around the edges, authentic and without pretense.

First We Eat With Our Eyes by | Make Your Own Book

Here is the cover with out the type.