The Watcher


This one. This is the picture I mentioned in yesterday’s Storyteller. The Christmas wish of “peace y’all” has been around for as long as I can remember. Except for some slight rewiring, the lights never change. This picture is probably four or five years old. But, I could wander down to Royal Street today andContinue reading “The Watcher”

Breakfast


The Clover Grill. A classic dive in the French Quarter. The food is good. Hamburgers are cooked under a hubcap. You probably can’t finish a side order of french fries. And, you’ll never know who or what you’ll see. Go there late at night and the trannies will perform for you. Especially if they thinkContinue reading “Breakfast”

Banana Republics


Busking. A hard way to make a living. These days, in the music industry, distribution is king. Without that, you struggle with tours and merchandise sales. If you are working the street, you have none of that. You have the music. You have a tip jar. And, maybe a few cheaply recorded CDs for sale.Continue reading “Banana Republics”

The Big Change


The first picture. No. Not the first picture that I ever made. If you’ve been around Storyteller long enough, you’ve seen my first picture when I published a black and white portfolio of my earliest work. The work was maybe 45 years old. I published the portfolio a few years ago. This is the firstContinue reading “The Big Change”

New Orleans – Reflections


Reflections. Sometimes they are simply a technique. Sometimes you see them. Sometimes you use them. Like I did here. I like the picture in the mirror just fine. But, that’s not why I was looking at it. There’s a car coming. In front of that, there is a mule drawn carriage. I didn’t want toContinue reading “New Orleans – Reflections”

New Orleans Parades


This isn’t that. I was going to talk about New Orleans culture, but a fire got in the way. You know where. In Paris. France. Notre Dame burned. Early on, it looked like it might be a total loss. Now, we know it’s not. Already 400,000,000 Euros have been pledged to its rebuilding. Just asContinue reading “New Orleans Parades”

Satchmo Summer Fest… On The First Day


The Satchmo Summer Fest. Day one. Dancing through the raindrops. And, watching Navy jet fighters roar by overhead. As usual, the music started on time — not like in a club. It was old school jazz standards played wonderfully by bands that look like they time shifted from maybe the 1920s. Of course, the musicContinue reading “Satchmo Summer Fest… On The First Day”

Another Picture From The Archives


Sunday morning. In the French Quarter. The tourists haven’t awakened yet. The only folks out are locals. Either they are getting ready for church. Or, they are getting ready to work. Or, they are just coming come from a long overnight shift somewhere in the Quarter. Before they go where ever they are going, theyContinue reading “Another Picture From The Archives”

June Light


Even though this is an archive image, I’m pretty sure that I could go to the Quarter this evening, or any other evening prior to the heavy rainy season, and make just about the same picture. That’s part of my inability to want to work in the swamp. I’ve photographed so much that it seemsContinue reading “June Light”

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