This is what I saw. Just before dusk. The football team — The Saints — were in the middle of a playoff game. The dog who sees things doesn’t care about football. She only knows what she knows. Like, “I need to go outside and you’d better take me.” Not being the greatest football fan, […]


Always learning. That’s what Storyteller is about. That’s what I try to do. It ain’t always easy. You can rile up some people along the way. You ask questions that can’t be answered. I ran into that yesterday. It was that music thing. The blogger thought that I was offended. I have no idea how […]


More dogs. I bet you thought that I ran out. Nooooooo…. I photographed lotsa dogs. Dogs doing all sorts of things. But, given the circumstances, the thing they did best was be patient. It amazes me, sometimes, when dogs just completely roll with everything and turn very Zen. The humans among us could learn some […]


Seeing. Pictures are everywhere. Just look around. These are dog walking pictures. They are fine. Seeing is seeing. And, I don’t seem to do much else these days. So, I might as well do the best with what I have. The dogs are pretty good about it. When they see me stop to take a […]


I need to get out more. I made the portrait before I returned to New Orleans. I was back for a visit when I ran into this guy on the street in The French Quarter. He’s an old friend. We had a coffee and went our own ways. I thought, at the time, that it […]


Look up. Look down. Look all around. Or, as some people call it… being situationally aware. Every one of these pictures was made within a few days of each other. Usually after a storm rolled through. I probably could have made these with my smart phone since that always goes everywhere. But, I’ve been a […]


You need a break. Constant second line pictures isn’t good for anybody. Besides. I’ll start up with them again on Monday. I made this picture on my last stroll through The French Quarter. A while back. I haven’t gone there in a couple of months because, well, I don’t want to deal with the so-called […]


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 […]