In the middle of things. That’s how I like to work. Sheesh. I’m in the middle of the band. I’m making pictures with a 10mm lens. That means I’m close. Real close. I might even be in trouble. Check out the saxophone player. He doesn’t look too happy. He might be looking past me. Or, […]


Krewe du Vieux number three. Although there are still more pictures from a surprisingly good shoot, I think it’s time to move on. After all, I did manage to sneak in a second line parade in on Sunday. And, there are all sorts of Mardi Gras things hanging around the city. They need photographing too. […]


And, so. It begins.  With Krewe du Vieux. The adults parade. Every Mardi Gras parade has a theme. This one is no different. Bienville’s 300th Wet Dream. They attacked everybody this year,  from the mayor — an obvious choice — to John Besh, who was the first of the big name chefs that was taken […]


Questions. Questions. Questions. I made this picture. It’s another image created almost from whole cloth. I made a kind of Mardi Gras picture as well. I thought that might be more appropriate since Mardi Gras parade season starts tonight. Then, I thought, I like this picture. I’ll probably drown you in Mardi Gras pictures for […]


There’s a world. The winter world. It came. It will go. Like all things in life. A friend of mine is excited that there are buds on the Japonica trees. The cold weather followed by a bit of warmth forced the buds. She said. Nope. Japonicas start to show buds in late january. They start […]


I thought this picture was about red. And, just how lucky I was to find color in the middle of a fairly drab and dreary winter. It wasn’t until I started editing in post production that I saw what the picture is really about. Connections. Look closely. Look at the red branches that connect one […]


This picture. Moody. Mysterious. Maybe even a little evil. I didn’t see it quite that way when I made the picture. But, once I started working on it. Tinkering with it. Pushing it.  That’s when I started to see it. The picture became something else. I would say that I did it. No. The picture […]