Month: February 2017

Alligators

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Yes. Alligators. I’m up to my butt in them. I made a lot of pictures yesterday. Maybe too many. That’s to be expected when you work about eight hours photographing Lundi Gras. I’ll share them with you over the course of this week. For now, it’s all I can do to download them from my cards and look at them quickly. And, process and fine tune one of them. Let me add. Yesterday was a fine day. I’ll work for a great day, today. Yes. Work. You know what I think about just hoping. That ain’t enough. You have to work at it. This picture. It took a while. The flambeaux have been monitored carefully this year. Not for anything that they might do wrong. But, that fire you see is hot dripping fuel. There hasn’t been an accident in years. But, as the parade crowds keep growing larger in our narrow streets, the fire department wants to make sure that half of Uptown isn’t burned down. Happy Mardi Gras, y’all.

Who has the Wrench?

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Lundi Gras. That’s today. The Monday before Mardi Gras Day. I’m pretty busy. To make matters worse, I woke up at 5:15 am, which is way too early. I thought, “No way, I’ll be walking around in a fog all day.” So I tried to go back to sleep. That never works for me. Once I’m wide awake, I’m up. Not this time. I fell back asleep. Until 8:30 am. Now, it’s too late. Sheesh. So. I’m running and gunning. Moving and grooving. Slipping and sliding. I’m almost caught up to the point I need to be in order to slip over to the Bywater and take pictures of the Red Beans parade. It’s around noon as I write and it starts at 2pm. But, you know. Parking and stuff. The place at which I usually park is now the place where it starts, so that won’t work. It’s not as bad as it sounds. I’m actually laughing as I write. The dogs have been walked. Their bowls have been filled. The house has been …

Looking at the Scene

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Where to start? Like this. I suppose. For me, Mardi Gras has been good. I’m happy to be out there. I’m happy with my pictures. The neighborhood from which I like to work has been wonderful. People are happy. Celebrating. Smiling. You can see that energy in my little portfolio of pictures. But. This has been a very rough season. There have been five shootings along the parade route. One guy got shot because someone had a gun in his pants, used the port-a-potty to do what he needed to do, pulled his pants down and accidentally shot someone standing nearby in the stomach. This number does not count all the shootings in various parts of the city. If this keeps up, we are set to break the shooting and murder records since before I returned after the storm. Huh? Of course that’s not all. The incident that made international news occurred a few hours later. Some guy decided he needed to drink all the liquor that he could hold. He drove down the street, weaving …

Bits of Bands

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Marching bands. Some say they are one of the best parts of a Mardi Gras parade. I’m not sure about that. But, you know how much I like them. I spend a lot of time making pictures of the bands. Their instruments. A lot of little details. In another life I might have been a musician. As it is, I can’t play a note. Or, perhaps it’s just the bright and shiny objects. Like everybody else, I’m attracted to bling. As you know, I like reflections of stuff. The pictures. This is why I go to the start of the parades. I can walk around and just make pictures. I can show you things that many people don’t ever get the chance to see. That’s one of my biggest jobs. To be a witness. Maybe I should go back to doing that a little more seriously. Seems like we are heading into interesting times. The worst Chinese curse. A little housekeeping. Something weird happened yesterday. I managed to make a “butt” post. I have no idea …

Rattle and Hum

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Ebb and flow. A couple of the people who make Mardi Gras so much fun. And, a lot of colorful bling that makes Mardi Gras, well, so much fun. I was going to group pictures by subject. But, I realized that wouldn’t give you the sense of it all. For instance, in the course of my parade work I make a lot of pretty good portraits that do not look like they have anything to do with Mardi Gras. You’ll see those later. After Mardi Gras. Throughout March. For now, enjoy these. Open the small pictures. Plenty to see. Lots more to come. More and more and more.  

The Spirit of Things

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This is all you need to know. About anything. This is Mardi Gras. In kind. And, in spirit. A son pushing has dad. A krewe reaching out to give them beads. A feeling of oneness. Togetherness. This moment. This place. This time. As you know, I don’t chimp. I never look at my pictures while I’m working in the field. With this moment, what would it have mattered if I looked and saw that I missed it? It’s never going to happen again. Luckily, I didn’t. I nailed it. I didn’t know that I actually made the picture until I opened up my downloads. There it was. Enjoy it. I know I do. I won’t pass that way again. Ever. You know about the picture. You don’t know about the entire shoot. I had a night for the ages.  I followed my usual routine. I arrived early. Had a coffee in a local shop. Started to look around. I was in my zone. For the entire time. I don’t know why. I just was. I don’t …

Beads

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Beads. They are everywhere. This time of year. And, most times of the year. These are fresh. Bright. Shiny. New. As the year rolls on they will begin to fade. If they manage to hang around for a couple of years they will show their true colors. Black. Gray. White. For now, they sparkle in the sunlight. Gleam at dusk. Reflect light in the dark. They are ubiquitous. Parade goers fight for them. In the Quarter some people — tourists — display body parts. Some people — locals — hoard them from year to year. It’s amazing what some people will do for a string of beads that costs about 8 cents to produce and that can be bought at any shop that sells Mardi Gras stuff for about $3.00 a dozen. After, retail pricing and seasonal markups. These pictures. As I do often, I made them on the way to some place else. One the way to the parades, to be specific. In low afternoon light. The beads hanging from the tree branches are on their …