This is it.
Three days of “best of pictures.” At least that’s what I think today. Tomorrow, I may not like any of the 36 pictures that I’ve shown you over the past three days. You’ve seen most these New Orleans culture pictures in the past, I think. Some were images in posts. Others were parts of my show. Some mean a little more to me than others do. One that comes to mind immediately, is the picture simple titled, “Blue.” I made it on a day when I could barely walk. I recovered. I’d like to think that my recovery was aided by the energy of the people in these pictures.
As I’ve said during the past week, this year ended as it started. With a jazz funeral. In between there were many, many second lines, Mardi Gras, the Tenth Anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. I photographed Mardi Gras Indians, a Big Queen, social & aid clubs, brass bands and Zulu Tramps. I saw a lot of happiness, respect and love. People danced. They played music. They sang. Sometimes, they laughed. Sometimes, they cried. They were always happy to see each other.
I worked in almost every kind of weather. On Mardi Gras Day, I worked in freezing weather. During the early summer and early fall I worked in oppressive heat. I worked in 90% humidity and heavy rain. I’m not the only one. There are a group of photographers on the scene. Mostly for second lines. We come out almost every Sunday. It’s a commitment. In time. In energy. And, in a little money.
It’s worth it.
I’ve seen and learned more than I could in almost any other city. I’m grateful for that. It’s humbling to be accepted on the streets.
And, that’s 2015.
Most of you will likely read this on early New Year’s Eve, or New Year’s Eve day. Thank you for reading, looking at the pictures and sometimes commenting.
Happy New Year.