In The 504


Everyone knows that it’s the high school bands that I like best when they roll during a Mardi Gras parade. The floats are fine. The Rolling Elvi are fun. The motorcycle riders are fun. But, the marching bands. That’s the thing for me. They combine three wonderful elements. Music. Energy, And, color. If there wasContinue reading “In The 504”

A Whole Lot Of Music Going On


Mardi Gras parade season. We come for all sorts of reason. Some like the excitement. Some like the floats. Some come for the throws. I come for the music. I come for the marching bands. Of course, I photograph anything that moves. But, it is the bands that move me the most. In the past,Continue reading “A Whole Lot Of Music Going On”

Three Or Four Feet From Home


We were talking. A friend and I. About music. Musicians. How fast time seems to be passing. How old they are getting. Compared to us. Seriously, they are around ten years older than I am. That’s not much older. This morning, I learned that Gary Duncan passed. He was 72. He was one of theContinue reading “Three Or Four Feet From Home”

On Stage


Before the fall. A story about a musician. I’m not even sure how to tell this story. It’s a story of greed. It’s a story of stupidity. It’s a story of loss. It’s the story of Ervin Mayfield. Trumpet playing Mayfield was one of the pillars of the New Orleans jazz community. He is aContinue reading “On Stage”

I’m Wondering


Music takes me everywhere. I live in a city made of music. I live in a city made of ancient culture. I live in a city full of food. They all seem to be struggling. Musicians can barely earn a living. You see some amazing musicians playing on the street. Some are in between gigs.Continue reading “I’m Wondering”

Faster Than Me


Too much. Either I’m working much slower, or I’m working much more. Or, both. Either way, I can’t seem to keep up on my posts. While I’ve edited and processed my raw files, I’ve got a long way to go until they are ready to be seen. So. This is an image that I madeContinue reading “Faster Than Me”

What Am I ?


I got a little too close. I was working with a 10mm lens. That’s how close I was. I could have helped the musician in front play his tuba. I didn’t mean for this to happen. But, once I broke through the rope, well… let’s just say, I really broke through. I sort of trappedContinue reading “What Am I ?”

On Any Day


They came out to play. And, so they did. If a second line starts and rain falls in the middle of it, everybody keeps going unless the rain starts blowing sideways and upside down. Anything else is just a drizzle to them. And, us. There’s a lesson in that. Don’t be denied. There’s a lessonContinue reading “On Any Day”

What Do You Know?


This is a fine example. An example of not letting pictures marinate long enough to see the good ones. The subtle ones. The slightly hidden ones. As you know, I photographed the Dumaine Street Gang second line a week ago in Treme. I showed you a few pictures, moved into my comings and goings andContinue reading “What Do You Know?”

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