Hand on My Back


A lot of thought. Art, in its best form, is supposed to make a connection. It is supposed to make your viewers or readers feel something. A lot of people have been doing that to me. A friend of mine lost her dog last week. The dog was old and it was time. She wroteContinue reading “Hand on My Back”

Handle With Care


Friends. That’s what second lines are really about. Of course there is music, paraders, social and benevolent societies, food and drink. The real point is to say hello to friends. Some who you saw just yesterday. Some who you haven’t in seen in a long time. It’s the hug and smile that makes this picture.Continue reading “Handle With Care”

Summer in New Orleans


Summer in city. This was probably the last second line of the season. The weather turns too hot and humid to walk after the first week in July. We resume during the second week of September. The joyful dancing woman and I had been flirting photographically for the past couple of weeks prior to myContinue reading “Summer in New Orleans”

Floating


Floating. Above it all. I was walking and I saw a balloon drop out of the sky from nowhere. It was sort of stunning. It was so unexpected. I made a couple of pictures. It floated away. Just like that. Sometimes, that’s how things happen. It’s up to us to accept them, exploit the moment,Continue reading “Floating”

Saying Goodbye


We all came out. Zulus. Chefs in their whites. Indians. Voodoo priestesses. Priests and ministers. Political leaders. And all the rest of us. We walked. We talked to each other. There was a lot of kindness in the crowd. We came to celebrate a humble woman who believed the food could bring us all together.Continue reading “Saying Goodbye”

Joy and Consequences


A little Friday art. Pure art. The picture is as I saw it. Very little post production on this one. It’s meant to be soft and gentle. It’s meant to be a break from real life. A little peace. A little quiet. I could stop right here and wish you happy Friday. You know me.Continue reading “Joy and Consequences”

A Little More


Happy Spring. It struck me that with the Mardi Gras Indians showing of their new suits around the first day of spring, this whole thing is about rebirth. Shedding old skins — their 2018 suits — and showing their new finery, just like a butterfly bursts from its cocoon. It’s also about the joy ofContinue reading “A Little More”

Original Four


You know me. On most Sundays, you can find me at a second line. This one was important to me. Because, the work is the prayer. The whole world seems to need a whole lot of prayer right now. You know what I wrote yesterday. That’s what this work was for. Second lines are joyous.Continue reading “Original Four”

The Time Is Now


Today is International Women’s Day. Celebrate it. It comes at a time of change. It comes during a time of #MeToo. It comes at a time when our children are demanding change in gun laws. It comes at a time when women are demanding to be treated truly equally. It comes at a time whenContinue reading “The Time Is Now”

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