One Night, One Time

A quick phone call.
A quick phone call.

It almost looks like I took this picture in Europe, doesn’t it?

Nope. The French Quarter. A neighborhood that is French, Spanish and a little American. All in one. I suppose the woman has a little European look to her. That may be stretching things a little too much. However, the bike is as All-American clunker. Rebuilt and restored to navigate our streets.

The picture. I took a bunch of pictures. Maybe ten or so, with different framing. She finished her call and asked why I took the picture. I showed her. She thought the pictures were very cool. She asked a favor. The next two streets were not well lighted. Could I walk with her through them?

Of course.



    1. Thank you, Debra. In this day and age of “everyone is a photographer,” there are a lot of self-proclaimed street photographers. If you’ve read Storyteller for any length of time, you know that I THINK street photography must be engaging. If you’ve looked at my second line and Mardi Gra Indians pictures, you know I work close. What you may not know is that I know most of the people I photograph… because I talk to them. If nothing else, I’ve made a few friends and I am fairly safe on the street. Not everybody remembers my name, so they call me Mt. Photographer. šŸ™‚


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