If I had a saxophone.
If I had a saxophone.

A little brass band music. On the streets. On a second line. Everybody whoopin’ and hollerin’. Singing and dancing.

Another neighborhood. Another Sunday. In New Orleans.

I’ve sort of taken a break from photographing these things every Sunday. There are 47 of them. Sometimes, other stuff gets in the way. Family things. Too many errands. Even the odd health issue. But, I’ve been away from the city for a bit. I need to go this Sunday. Not, want. Need. If you are in New Orleans, maybe I’ll see you out on the second line.

Happy Friday. Or, Saturday. Wherever you are.

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