Dumaine Street Gang

Trumpeting on the second line.

I came out. To the streets. Of the place.

I thought that I’d photograph the Dumaine Street Gang second line. It was mostly fun. I worked it in slightly  different way. I set out to photograph little slices of it. Trying to capture the entire sense of the second line is almost impossible in Treme’s tight streets. Next time, I’m not going to stand where we all stand, at the coming out place. It’s too hard to get ahead of a second line once the first line passes by. Especially in those tight streets. And, with my slow speed. These days.

A word about this trumpet player. I don’t know him. But, whew. Mostly what I hear on the route is sort of a chaotic blaring of music. It heard that. But, this guy… he was wrapping wonderful notes all around the inside of the song. And, he kept doing it as he and I walked.

The picture. Sometimes I start to wonder if I can produce a straight, documentary photograph. I think I proved that to myself yesterday. That gave me the framework to mess around after I made the original image. I’m not sure I could tinker with this particular picture, but there are some that would be pretty good candidates for playing, maybe producing my kind of art. Also, it felt really great using a real camera. Smartphones are fine, but there is a certain join joy in holding and working with a camera. Especially since I understand it way more than I do my current phone.

I did something good for me today. Normally I read the news in the morning. Today, I didn’t. I read sports, arts and a wonderful column about 41 by The New York Time’s Maureen Dowd who was The White House reporter during his administration. I barely even looked at social media. The places I look at have become too infected with politics, which has become like watching a sporting event. Everybody counting balls and strikes, or touchdowns and field goals.


Give it a rest.



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  1. I love this photos, especially the expression of the trumpet player. Wow, he must be truly living in the music. Very happy you could go out with your camera.
    (Speaking of “news” did you read of the Mandarin Duck making headlines in Central Park, NYC? It even made the news here…)

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    • Thank you. This musician caught my attention, not just because of our closeness to each other, but because he was — as I wrote — playing very clean musical notes on the street. I rarely hear that.

      There is a trumpet player who comes from Japan during our Satchmo Fest, which honors Louis Armstrong. He is beloved over here and sits in with some of the best brass bands. I’ve posted pictures of him playing during a second line.

      Mandarin duck was news for a long time. No idea how he got here, but he did terrorize the local ducks.

      Back to food. Your New Year food seems symbolic in nature and has ancient ties. I think that’s wonderful. Usually, for Christmas eve, I cook Russian (being Russian, myself) food that we eat after we come back from the bonfires on the Mississippi River which are lighted to guide Papa Noel (Santa Claus) to New Orleans. I cook all day, go make pictures and then we eat. 🙂

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      • What a pleasant surprise to hear that someone from my country plays in the second line and – perhaps more important – is liked by the locals. That’s the best award any artist could hope for.

        Thank you – yes, there is history behind the New Year food. But (not surprisingly) in this day and age, many folks (especially the younger people, who are overworked with not-so-well pay) just pass over the tradition. Russian cuisine sounds delicious and heartening. There must also be a huge variety as the country is so vast. Your family is lucky to enjoy homemade cooking 🙂

        Now I understand the Mandarin Duck news better. I was surprised when he made the news (among bird lovers) here. I feel bad for him, and the local ducks. We have local Mallard Ducks here who are overlooked. But they are so beautiful.

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      • Hi. That’s actually a semi-youth band from Japan who comes around during Jazzfest time. They are also very popular. I’ve seen them at least three times. As I know it, your country really likes jazz in almost any form.

        Tradition is important, especially around holidays be they eastern or western. I can cook that because my grandmother taught my dad, who taught me. I have a number of friends who learned to cook from the family. There is one whose Grandmother taught him to could Cajun style. He keeps us supplied with good Cajun home cooking.

        I don’t know what happened to that duck. I imagine he flew south because NYC has already had a couple of snowfalls.

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