Yes, it’s a self portrait (among other ‘things’). So, as I was editing some work, I noticed that shiny objects can be very revealing (that’s me in the reflection).

At first I was kind of grossed out by this milky water at the foot of the stairs to the St. Louis Cathedral on the edge of Jackson Square, New Orleans. But the reflection and overall tone of the image is subtle and soft.

A 200 hundred year old landmark that suspends time is one of my favorite places for a sazerac and a muffuletta.

As we drove closer to the now rebuilt levy in the 9th Ward, we noticed an increase in empty lots as well as stairways leading to nothing.

This was a fairly typical scene as we drove through the ravaged area of the 9th ward in New Orleans. No more people. No more neighborhoods. House, after abandoned house — all empty shells, most spray painted with codes designating their destiny to be bulldozed or saved.

This is a lot of what I saw between New Orleans and New York today. The sky offered up some soothing scenes.