A Little Rain Must Fall


It’s no big deal. Wet weather is a way of life down here in the swamp. We live with it. We live in it. We get wet. We dry off. We get wet again. Sort of like in the heat and humidity of summer when four or five quick showers might be the order ofContinue reading “A Little Rain Must Fall”

Breakfast


The Clover Grill. A classic dive in the French Quarter. The food is good. Hamburgers are cooked under a hubcap. You probably can’t finish a side order of french fries. And, you’ll never know who or what you’ll see. Go there late at night and the trannies will perform for you. Especially if they thinkContinue reading “Breakfast”

Shelter From The Storm


“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm.” So wrote Bob Dylan. Where is that shelter? Again, a year to the day of the Pittsburgh shooting, and not more than two weeks from the last mass shooting, a Jewish synagogue was attacked. Four wounded. One dead. A woman died attempting to protectContinue reading “Shelter From The Storm”

After the Deluge


Post storm. Post working day. The French Market. Years ago, this is where people came to buy food. Fresh vegetables. Fresh fruit. Fish. Shellfish. Different meats. It was one of about nine city markets that were scattered around the neighborhoods. Not today. There is a small section that does sell food. Mostly it’s cooked. MostlyContinue reading “After the Deluge”

Banana Republics


Busking. A hard way to make a living. These days, in the music industry, distribution is king. Without that, you struggle with tours and merchandise sales. If you are working the street, you have none of that. You have the music. You have a tip jar. And, maybe a few cheaply recorded CDs for sale.Continue reading “Banana Republics”

Streetcars


Streetcar. In New Orleans, we have streetcars. Streetcars. Not trolleys. Not trains. Streetcars. I wouldn’t have my back up, but a women with whom I attended high school is in town with four of her “girlfriends.” They finally left the French Quarter and rode up St. Charles Avenue. On a green streetcar. A good thingContinue reading “Streetcars”

On Every Corner


Music. I said it before. I’ll say it again. New Orleans is a musical place. It’s often likely that you can hear music as you are passing by a street corner, as I was when I made this picture, that is equal to the sounds you hear in many clubs. Sometimes, the guys on theContinue reading “On Every Corner”

The Big Change


The first picture. No. Not the first picture that I ever made. If you’ve been around Storyteller long enough, you’ve seen my first picture when I published a black and white portfolio of my earliest work. The work was maybe 45 years old. I published the portfolio a few years ago. This is the firstContinue reading “The Big Change”

On the Dark End of the Street


The quiet side. Most people think of the French Quarter as being loud. They think of people always partying. They think of the typical New Orleans craziness. Let me tell you, we ain’t all that crazy. We don’t spend much time in the Quarter. When we do, we rarely walk around on Bourbon Street. It’sContinue reading “On the Dark End of the Street”

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