Tightly frame photographs. The thing that I like. These days. For now.

I’m really enjoying poking little holes into reality. I posted one yesterday. The trumpet player reaching for the sky. And, again, today. The lady in red. She’s framed by red feathers on the left. And, by another photographer on the right. He’s a friend. They were having a conversation in mid-second line. To the casual observer it may have looked like they were yelling at each other. They were. But, not in anger. They were yelling at each other in order to be heard over the din of the band, marchers and crowd. The general chaos.

The picture. Hmmmm. This is really an example of photographer’s luck. I saw them standing face to face as the second line slowed down. I pointed my camera at her, thinking that I would either have nothing or I’d have made a pretty good picture. There are about four frames of this. All but this one were out of focus or not sharp. This one is on the borderline. But, as a wise man once told me, “Sometime your best picture is not your sharpest picture.”

Besides.

Look at the dramatic colors and graphics. Her face pops out of red and black. That’s a pretty powerful statement. And, for me, a pretty good picture.

As I continue to photograph second lines, I keep searching for a way to make a little different picture. A picture that doesn’t look like all the rest that I’ve made. This technique seems to be working… for now. It’s really a gamble. I either make a really good picture, or I come up with zero.

It’s all photographer’s luck.