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In the Spring


Spring is about change. Rebirth. Change. Maybe. All I know is that I’m going to make some changes. Some to me. Some to my shooting style. At least for what I am loosely calling the spring series. As you know, my general style is bright, high color, contrasty and fairly graphic. When I photograph something like flowers, I usually frame them very tightly. Then I work them in post production. That’s what I started out doing with this first spring series. Something happened. The wind blew and I moved to keep up with the picture and I found this kind of strange crop. I don’t normally chimp, but I wanted to see if the picture I thought I made was really the picture I made. It was. It is more about the space in between than the flower, itself. Aha. Something a little different for me. I set out to TRY to make more of them. I failed way more than I succeeded, but so it goes. I’m staying off the streets for physical reasons. But, …

And, Finally


It’s not that I’m out of pictures of Super Sunday. It’s because I’ve used my take for a week. I may be boring you. And, the culture is hard to understand. Especially if you don’t live in New Orleans. Even though it doesn’t look it, there is a lot of ritual. A lot of protocol. A lot of ceremony. So. I thought that I would conclude with a little portfolio of pictures about one man who I’ve been knowing (as they say around here) for about five years. Wildman John. His suits are always very, very good. But, I think he out did himself with this one. Whew. He understands his culture. He sings. He dances. He walks up and down the street, greeting people along the way. Then he walks the parade route. As big as his suit looks, it is smallish and more traditional. Some Indians make suits that are about twice this size and have massive three-dimensional  components to them. The pictures. Follow him around a bit over the course of the late morning …

A Day Too Late


Art. Let’s start with this. From Bob Dylan. A brand new interview about music, art and the nature of things. It’s here on his website  https://bobdylan.com/news/qa-with-bill-flanagan/  should you want to read the entire piece. Here’s just a bit, as it applies to my thoughts for today. “I’m sure it has, there’s always some precedent – most everything is a knockoff of something else. You could have some monstrous vision, or a perplexing idea that you can’t quite get down, can’t handle the theme. But then you’ll see a newspaper clipping or a billboard sign, or a paragraph from an old Dickens novel, or you’ll hear some line from another song, or something you might overhear somebody say just might be something in your mind that you didn’t know you remembered. That will give you the point of approach and specific details. It’s like you’re sleepwalking, not searching or seeking; things are transmitted to you. It’s as if you were looking at something far off and now you’re standing in the middle of it. Once you …

By the Look of Things


I’ll let you draw your own conclusions. To me this picture makes a statement. A huge statement about New Orleans. And, perhaps the state of America. From a health perspective. Look at the details of the picture very carefully and you’ll see what I mean. Far be it from me to do any kind of shaming. I think we are what we are. Besides, on some days I can barely walk so who am I to complain? At least I try. No matter how bad the pain is, I still manage to walk three miles a day. I try to eat well. I stretch… until the stretching doesn’t see to help. I think a lot of people in this picture — well four — have given up. That wasn’t the intentional point of this picture. I just liked the moment. I didn’t really see all that was going on until I opened it up to work on it. At first it seemed funny. But, as I looked at it I began to think, “Wow, we are …

A New Orleans Thing


Super Sunday. Uptown. A really big deal in the city. Bigger than people who are not involved in it, think. Just about one-third of Central City is pretty much cordoned off. If you are late to the scene, you have to walk in. If you are trying to get out, all I can say is good luck. With the combined days of Super Sunday and St. Joseph’s Night, every place was especially jam-packed. That’s the bad news. Especially if you don’t like huge crowds. Or, are looking for a parking space. I arrived early to circumvent that. I parked where I always park. In between the cemeteries. The good news is that Indians were everywhere. There are the usual locations where I wander to see them preparing.To set the scene in the neighborhood. Sometimes, they are hard to find. Not last Sunday. They were everywhere. As I was trying to leave in order to make my way downtown I kept stopping along the way to make more pictures. Downtown, you ask? Well, that Super Sunday is April …

Eyes of the World


“Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world. The heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own. Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings But the heart has its seasons, its evenings, and songs of its own.” — Jerry Garcia/Robert Hunter — The Grateful Dead A Super Sunday portrait. Much more to come. But, for now. A little rest. A lot of walking yesterday. And, dodging the crowd. And, bouncing around. The picture. A straight ahead portrait. I asked. He nodded yes. The rest is as you see it.