The Spirit of Things

Father, son and the Krewe of Druids.
Father, son and the Krewe of Druids.

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 question these things. I just ride them.

Not to worry. I’ll show you as much of last night as I can over the next couple of weeks. I would have shown you more pictures today, but sometimes when I make a picture I really like, I want to call attention to it. It, and it alone.


One more thing. Usually I’m pretty sore after walking about six miles on our streets. Not today. I’ve already recovered. I feel good and ready to go out again tonight.


      1. I was implying myself with that statement.It is an extraordinary shot that the real essence cannot be equated with words but by only appreciating and cultivating those very qualities.You write beautifully and I find it very stimulating and engaging.

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