The Return

I went back. I found a way inside. That wasn’t so hard. The side door was open. I walked in. It’s a little weird entering a big building. You never know who or what is lurking inside. I generally creep around quietly. But, I’d rather have a little backup. Although, I’m not exactly sure what goodContinue reading “The Return”


Yes. Ten years. Some buildings are still in a state of limbo. I don’t know everybody’s story. I can’t possibly know. But, when I stumble across a house that I can actually enter without breaking into it, I like to explore. Even though it’s pretty obvious what I’m looking at, often I don’t know why I’m lookingContinue reading “Bittersweet”

This Is What Happens…

For those of you who have been around a while, you know that sometimes I like to work from a moving car. Sometimes, I photograph while I’m driving. Under the heading of don’t try this at home, I’ll tell you that I set the camera on everything automatic, sort of brace it on the dashboardContinue reading “This Is What Happens…”

Seeing Things

It’s Sunday. Time for a few details.Time for a lot of color. Easy on the eye. Easier on the mind. Good for the heart. Good for the soul. Explanations… Rust never sleeps. Neither does nature. I made the top picture inside of an abandoned house in Hollygrove. It’s a combination of old plaster walls, peeling wallpaperContinue reading “Seeing Things”

The Long Way Around

Back to the scene… of the music. Back to the Desire neighborhood in the 9th Ward. First, good news. Club Desire is still standing. It looks like there may be some movement. The back area is now fenced off and there are cars and trucks parked there. This may mean nothing. Or, it could meanContinue reading “The Long Way Around”

Nearing The End

By now, it might not be “Der No Mo’.” The last time I photographed this place was around last fall. I’m sure you remember the pictures. Or not. Lots of pictures being posted on the internet every day. Hard to remember one from the other. I returned last Sunday. I found that yellow paper tackedContinue reading “Nearing The End”

Series of Dreams. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven

So when I finished the last line I put the book by itself on the shelf With my heart in it Never wasting time takin’ the right way home I know I’m never wastin’ time Findin’ the right way home — Jimmy Buffett from Incommunicado (Coconut Telegraph) Copyright 1981 Second line to photograph in a littleContinue reading “Series of Dreams. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven”

Long Time Gone

Nine years. We are coming to the ninth anniversary of Hurricane Katrina making landfall at Buras, Louisiana. You pretty much know the rest. Since we’ve returned to New Orleans, I try to get out to the 9th Ward about once a month. Sometimes, travel gets in the way. But, I return as soon as I can. IContinue reading “Long Time Gone”

Bricks and Stuff

It never fails. Just when I think I know about a place, I learn more. I usually learn that I didn’t know much at all. A friend of mine whose family is really from here, having lived in New Orleans for generations, told me that at one time this place made cannon balls for the ConfederateContinue reading “Bricks and Stuff”

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