Lagniappe. That’s what this was. A little lagniappe. That’s a Louisiana French word that means a little gift. Or, a little bit more. This picture is the result of a little more. I was meeting some friends. We decided to meet at St. Louis Cathedral since it is the major landmark of The French Quarter. […]


It was hot. I already mentioned that. So. I took shelter in the only place I could find. The semi-shady stoop of a long abandoned power plant. Pretty soon other people joined me. We started talking. Pretty soon a couple of them asked why I was taking pictures. So, I showed them. There are some good […]


Yes. It was hot. Very hot. The Uptown Swingers parade was the last second line of the season, so I thought it would be a good idea to be on the scene. Wrong. First, the ground temperature — from my car’s thermometer — was 100 degrees. In the shade. I don’t alway trust that thermometer because even […]


Housekeeping first. I had a big plan for today. On Storyteller. In order to make it work, I needed to illustrate it last week. However, like so many things, “Life is what happens when you are busy making other plans. ” So, I’ll hold that for one more week until next Sunday, when I can […]


You know me. I often make my best pictures along the way. One the way to some place else. I took this picture while we were walking. With my i-Phone. Let’s discuss this for a minute. There is a group of photographers that say, i-Phone pictures really aren’t serious photography at all. That may be […]


Nature always balances things. At least I hope so. I made this picture while I was waiting for the second line to start. It’s one of those pictures that I made on my way to somewhere else. Here’s what you are seeing. The mowed lawn used to be buildings, as did all the foliage in […]


Early in the evenin’ just about supper time, Over by the courthouse they’re starting to unwind. Four kids on the corner trying to bring you up. Willy picks a tune out and he blows it on the harp. Down on the corner, out in the street Willy and the Poorboys are playin’ Bring a nickel; […]


Hot. Hot and wet. Hot, wet and humid. Yep. That’s a New Orleans summer. I was telling somebody in yesterdays comments that eventually you get acclimated to our summer. You have to, because in the words of Rosanne Cash, “It’s hot from March to Christmas.” Besides, our humidity keeps your skin soft and moist. You […]