Horns of plenty.

Keeping’ it Real. Sunday’s second line.

Between the march for non violence and the second line, there must have been about six or seven divisions. But, they were short, little tiny groups. As I said to a friend of mine on the scene, I must have walked the same 30 yards about ten times. That was okay. I got to see every start. And, I got to make a lot of pretty good pictures. After all, that’s my main reason for existence. Isn’t it? Heh! There was an added bonus to that. I was able to park less than a block away. When you aren’t feeling well, not walking extra miles to return to the start is an amazingly great thing.

No worries. One day. I’ll be better.

The picture. I wish I could tell you which band this is. Normally I can. But, most of the bands were cobbled together from members of other bands or freelancers. That’ll happen on a Sunday after everybody has been working into the early morning from Saturday night.

Technically, this wasn’t my usual “f 5.6 and be there” picture. I found a little angle and waited for it, hoping that nobody would pass in front of me and that the band wouldn’t stop dead in their tracks. That part was lucky. But, for once I actually saw the picture shaping up and planned for it.

One more thing. To a lot of you who found Storyteller from Facebook because of yesterday’s post featuring Rachel Carrico I hope you stick around. I make mostly New Orleans pictures. You might enjoy what you see.