Bikes in The Quarter


So. I was very late yesterday and I’m very early today. That’s what happens when I can’t sleep. This is one of those pictures I made on my walk through The French Quarter. The bikes are typical for the rough streets located there. For me, the added touch was the faded Mardi Gras beads whichContinue reading “Bikes in The Quarter”

New Material


I wrote in an email to a friend of mine and said that I was feeling like a Jimmy Buffett song in which he said; “the new album’s old and I’m fresh out of tunes.” I’m out of  blog publishable images. That’s not to say I haven’t been working on three BIG projects, but theyContinue reading “New Material”

My Favorite


This is my favorite building. It is located in The French Quarter. I’ve photographed it in all sorts of light. Early morning. Morning. Dusk. Night. Never at high noon. I guess I like it because it looks like it could be located somewhere in Paris. France. Not Texas. In case you are wondering about theContinue reading “My Favorite”

A Change of Pace


For now, I’m done with second line parades. But, rather than jump into something new, I thought I post something like a chapter header. It is a sign. A symbol. A fleur-de-lis. It is a symbol of much more than just The New Orleans Saints. It is the symbol for a city. Many cities, actually.Continue reading “A Change of Pace”

The Parade


I’ve written a lot about second line parades. I’ve shared pictures that were mostly little snatches, snapshots and scenes of Uncle Lionel’s various second line parades. But, what does it look like when you stand back? Well. It looks like this… 

God Bless The Child


So. I was looking for a higher angle to photograph the beginning of Uncle Lionel’s second line parade. The best I could do was stand on the stoop — or porch, to some of you — of an old abandoned house. Yes. There are plenty of them in New Orleans. Some 62,000 by last count.Continue reading “God Bless The Child”

Indian Portrait


There were plenty of people who turned out for Lionel Batiste’s last second line parade. It seems to me that even though many groups of people make music in New Orleans, they sort of keep their distance from each other. Normally. Uncle Lionel brought all groups together. The is a Mardi Gras Indian. I cannotContinue reading “Indian Portrait”

Down By The Riverside


Finally. The weather was good. The skies were a little cloudy. The sun shone most of the time. It was really hot. The people were ready. It was time for Uncle Lionel to take his final ride. He left the funeral home to a slow jazz dirge of “Will The Circle Be Unbroken.”  The peopleContinue reading “Down By The Riverside”

On Ferret Street


My interest in Central City is partially driven by what happened on Ferret Street, which is now called “The New Ferret Street.” When I attended Loyola University, which is next door to Tulane, Ferret Street was sort of a no go zone. It was run down, crime ridden and pretty much abandoned. It was thatContinue reading “On Ferret Street”

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