A little stumble.

Just smile.

Sometimes that’s all you can do.

That’s why I published these two pictures of a little guy, who is starting out young, making his way down the stairs at the Good Fellas second line, last Sunday. This is probably his first second line. His confidence will build as he prepares year after year.

This is probably the last of my pictures from the event.

No worries.

There is another one on Sunday. The big one. The Young Men Olympians. This one will be about a million divisions long and will take at least four hours to complete. It’ll probably sideline us with some kind of heat related ailment.

Oh well. We do it for the stories we can tell.

Smile. It’s good for us. For me, I lost two photographers this week who were mentors to me in my early days. My work is influenced by them, even now. My thinking is influenced by them. That’s why I figured out where to stand so I could photograph both divisions of this second line.

One passed from cancer. The other slipped and fell in his backyard. He hit his head. He lasted a few days and then… gone. I’m alright. It just means that I have to work very hard this weekend. You know why.

On the other hand, a photographer called Burk Uzzle is getting a lot of photo press. If you don’t know his name or work, you should. Especially if you are a photographer. You can go to his website at http://www.burkuzzle.com and check him out. His way of thinking is inspiring. His work is inspiring. His website organization is inspiring. I don’t know him personally. I knew his brother a little bit when I worked in North Carolina. Burk is the real deal.

On the right track.

The pictures. I was waiting for the social clubs to come out at the base of the stairs, rather than on the bridge itself. Aside from positioning myself to be in two places at once, I was shooting into heavy back and side light. I knew, for the children, that the crowd would for a natural scrim against all that extra light. At least, I hoped. Turns out that I was right. Thankfully.

A little moment.
A little moment.

We talked about moments yesterday.

Here’s another one. This one doesn’t have as much to do with the second line, as it does with the people who come out for the parades. Or, in this case, was taken to the parade. I doubt that he brought himself, especially since I know that his mama was standing right next to him. And, he seems a little young to be hanging out by himself.

What more can I say? A child and a red balloon. That’s pretty good, right?

The picture. F8 and get in everybody else’s way to take the picture. Actually, that dark shape behind this little guy is another photographer. I suppose it could be said that he was in my way. Or not. These things are free for alls. We are used to it.

Everybody likes listening to music on the street. Well... almost everybody.
Everybody likes listening to music on the street. Well… almost everybody.

Being short and trying to watch the band is, well, tough. Never mind that people are swirling around you as they walk down the street. Never mind that it’s almost your bedtime and here you are… out on the street. At least, that’s how I saw it when I saw this little guy. But, do I really know? Not much. It’s really hard to get inside of somebody else’s brain. But, I do know this. It was a surprisingly nice  night after the storm passed. You know, the storm that wasn’t a storm.  Everybody who I saw and photographed seemed to be enjoying themselves. That’s what really counted.

The picture. It’s another point and shoot. Well sort of. I tried to calculate a shutter speed that would allow me to capture this little guy who was standing still and be slow enough to let the crowd of walkers sort of swirl around him. As Maxwell Smart used to say, “missed it by that much.” Who’s  Maxwell Smart? I’m dating myself, but he was the main character in an old television show called, “Get Smart.” he was a bumbling secret agent called Agent 86. Anyway, there is just a little bit of motion in this guy’s eyes. Oh well. Not every picture works exactly as I hoped it would.  You know what they say. “Perfection is for angels.” That would not be me.