Treme Brass Band Tuba Player Gets Ready.
Treme Brass Band Tuba Player Gets Ready.
Treme Brass Band tuba player heads to the parade.
Treme Brass Band tuba player heads to the parade.
Every parade needs a singer.
Every parade needs a singer.
Watching the Second Line.
Watching the Second Line.

It was hot. So hot. It was so hot that despite the reverence for which many people hold Lindy Boggs, her second line parade walked one block, turned around and walked right back to the St. Louis Cathedral. There was talk of a funeral carriage. There wasn’t one. There was just a modern Cadillac Hearst. There was talk of various parade routes. So many, that nobody — not the NOPD, not The State Troopers, not even the funeral home planners — knew which way the parade would pass, until it actually did. And, despite the plans, the parade was rather small. Nothing like the massive second lines that were walked last year about this time for Uncle Lionel. It was just as well. I mentioned the heat, right off. It was 97 degrees with about 90% humidity. A walking sauna and heat bath.

So. As you know, sometimes I like to work around the edges. That’s what I did. I made a group of “small” pictures. They are just little slices from the event. Portraits. They don’t actually capture what happened. But, they give you a glimpse of what I saw.  In terms of post production, I didn’t do much. Mostly touch ups here and there. But, it’s times like these when my little Sony NEX cameras never fail to impress. Bright sun. Chalky light. Too much contrast. And, they did fine. Better than a lot of heavier bodied DSLRs.