Changing attitudes, changing altitudes. Sometimes I get bored with my own work. The trick is to keep making pictures. Eventually, the pictures evolve into something different. I get lucky sometimes and options appear while I’m in the field working. That’s the case with this picture. A brass band was playing in Woldenberg Park, which is […]


Blue Hour. A little mysterious. A little funky. Sometimes deep and dark. It’s a great time to make pictures, especially as late blue hour turns into night. If you like working on that edge take care. Street level details will fade into the shadows. That’s what you are seeing in this photograph. I opened the […]


Quiet times. Normally The French Quarter is noisy. People are walking around in all states of decay. Some are tired. Some are lost. Many are drunk. Every now and then, you can find a beautiful stillness on the old cobbled streets. Both times of day have golden light and long shadows. The most predictable time […]


I hope you’ve me followed this deep. I’d love some feedback. Positive — of course. Negative — because it’s needed. All About learning Learn from me if you’d like. You are going to be right behind me. I like challenges, but many of you won’t. There is an old school template that I believe predates […]


Dogs. You know that they make me smile. After all, a pack of them allow us to live with them. They aren’t Beagles, but still. After this miserable week, which isn’t over, I needed something to make me smile. So, I dipped into those lost archives and found something that would do the trick. The […]


A little help with their friends. I have to laugh. Look at the two people in front. Look where the woman has her hand. I don’t know about you, but my head as never been used for a hand rest. I guess the guy doesn’t care. And, everybody is having fun. I made many pictures […]


Rain. Wet streets. The whole place is glowing. Neon. Color. Reflections. As a wise man once said, “when the weather turns bad, the pictures get good. And, so they do. These so-called lost files having been showing me the way. I’m glad that I’ve worked through this little series. There is so much more that […]


Reflection in the glass. A moody image. Lost in the mists of The French Quarter. One early morning. I saw the mannequin. Eyes peering out at me. If I didn’t know where I was. On Royal Street. I might have thought the face was real. I stepped back. Wanting to add a little mystery to […]