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”


Second lines. All on a Sunday afternoon. All joy. Pure fun. Like going to church. Photographing second lines is hard work. Working in the middle of one is like being in a rugby scrum. You trot, back peddle, dodge and weave. You walk a long way. If you do it right, you’re tired, dripping inContinue reading

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”

The Stories…


We do it for the stories we could tell. That’s what Jimmy Buffett said. He’s right. I’ve come out of retirement from the street. Saturday’s events convinced me that there could be no other way. I came out for the Single Ladies Second Line. It was hot. So hot. It didn’t look like anybody wasContinue reading “The Stories…”

A NOLA Portrait


A portrait. To be more specific, a street portrait. It’s hung around in my portfolio for a few years now. Depending on who is looking at my work, I often start with this picture. If this doesn’t catch your eye, I don’t know what will. If it’s printed, a 20 inch deep version of thisContinue reading “A NOLA Portrait”

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 ?”

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