I Asked For Water


What a day. The fire did not only jump out of the frying pan, but it burned the house down. No. Not literally. A photographer who is known to many of us and who has helped us in career advancement just resigned from Magnum in lieu of being voted out of the cooperative. Let meContinue reading “I Asked For Water”

Hand On My Back


The culture stood vigil last night. In couldn’t go. Masking and distancing is still to fraught with danger for me. If I caught the virus my body couldn’t produce enough red platelets to fight it. So, I found this portrait, which I made out of another picture and thought that I’d share it and someContinue reading “Hand On My Back”

Secret Keepers


Reflecting. That’s what I’ve been doing. I had a long post planned for today that I’d written and ready to go. I had to change it. The city’s culture bearers are in mourning tonight, as am I. Black Masking Indians You might know them as Mardi Gras Indians, but they prefer the name Black MaskingContinue reading “Secret Keepers”

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”

The Neighborhood


Black Masking Indians. I made this photograph on a Super Sunday celebration, on the Westbank. The name Westbank means the west side of the Mississippi River. Parts of the area are still considered to be part of New Orleans. I made this picture after photographing two second lines, jumping in my car, taking the bridgeContinue reading “The Neighborhood”

Carnival


I thought I would do something different today. We, in New Orleans, have started our celebrations for Carnival.  So, that’s in my head. It’s also a way to get out of a dark place. The one that is influenced by the real world as opposed to the fantasyland that we live in on a daily basis.Continue reading “Carnival”

Twenty-Nineteen


Twenty-Nineteen. The year that was. The closing year of the end of a decade. Ups. Downs. All arounds. This year wasn’t as great photographically as it could have been. That was pretty much my fault. Between physical issues and a general lack of motivation I mostly produced a lot of faux nature pictures. Some whereContinue reading “Twenty-Nineteen”

Number Two


It happened again. I got a little bored last night so I started playing with another human being in post production. This time, it was a Mardi Gras Indian Wildman who I photographed on the Westbank for their Super Sunday. As I recall, it was a busy Sunday. There were two second lines on theContinue reading “Number Two”

On Super Sunday


Super Sunday. All the pretty suits. All the pretty Indians. I didn’t plan it this way, but today’s post is all about the next generation of Mardi Gras Indians. The top picture may be the most important. Queen Tahj is a senior at Tulane University. She is truly becoming the leader of her tribe, whileContinue reading “On Super Sunday”

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