Royals in Blue


Royalty in Blue. The queen and her court roll by at the head of the Treme Sidewalk Steppers second line. This was a big deal since it is their 25th Anniversary. Unfortunately, they start on Rampart Street across from the Quarter. A few years ago, they started putting up police barricades and hiring security guards.Continue reading “Royals in Blue”

Any Day


Summertime. And the living is wet and rainy. Ask any New Orleanian and you’ll learn the July and August are soggy months. If the humidity doesn’t get you, the rain will. They go hand in hand. The humidity builds up, the heat draws the clouds and bang. The rain falls. Usually pretty hard. But, weContinue reading “Any Day”

I Thought…


Yes. I just thought. I thought, that I’d better post last night and schedule it for today. Because. The storm hasn’t even officially made landfall. But, we’ve had strong winds and rain since about 1 pm yesterday afternoon. It may never really get stronger this far down river. But, you never know. Besides, you knowContinue reading “I Thought…”

Big Pink


I couldn’t resist. Even though the building is bright — sort of Pepto Bismol — pink, which contrasted nicely against last Sunday’s blue sky, I just had to mess with it. I have no idea why anybody would paint a building this color. It is for sale. Maybe it was done to attract passersby attention.Continue reading “Big Pink”

You Just Never Know


One Sunday morning. After the second line. Walking back to my car. You just never know what you are going to find along the way. In this neighborhood, many of the houses have been repaired. But, just. They are functional houses that were brought back after the storm. Some are still boarded up. Waiting forContinue reading “You Just Never Know”

The Second Line


And… There you go. The Original 7 Junior Steppers second line and Mother’s Day parade. In all its glory. In all the joy. In all the celebration. I don’t know exactly what more to say. Maybe, just to say that we won’t be denied. No matter what happens, we’ll still come out. And, I hopeContinue reading “The Second Line”

A Portrait on the Steps


We all wait. For something. A grocery line. A toll bridge line. A venue line. On Sunday — any Sunday — we wait for the second line to begin. Everybody waits while the hosting club gets ready to make their very grand entrance. It’s a tradition. For everybody. It’s a time to hang out andContinue reading “A Portrait on the Steps”

The Edges of Things


The edges. Sometimes, it’s better to look along the edges of the event. Things get more interesting there. So do the pictures. I’ve long said that for those of us who work second lines on a regular basis that our pictures look about the same. Oh sure, there are lens selection differences. There are postContinue reading “The Edges of Things”

A Good Day


Here’s what I did. I photographed the Mother’s Day second line hosted by the Original 7 Junior Steppers. I’ve done it since the mass shooting four years ago. No fear. But, this day was especially poignant¬†with the passing of Deborah (Big Red) Cotton. I set out to work. And, work I did. I made someContinue reading “A Good Day”

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