Party At Ground Zero


The trolls are coming out of the woodwork the closer we get to Fat Tuesday. One guy said that he had just arrived in New Orleans. He asked what there was to do. Many, many, many people replied sincerely. Something felt off so I went to his Facebook page. He lives in Chalmette, a wholeContinue reading “Party At Ground Zero”

All A Reflection


Yesterday is gone. And, good riddance. It started bad and it ended worse. You didn’t see me here because my Cox modem/router failed. They wanted $75 because I didn’t have customer care. Okay, okay. I have a good idea of what this gear costs. But, when I said yes to having a technician visit, heContinue reading “All A Reflection”

Remains


On a very humid walk. We found these branches that were what remained of our storms. Wasn’t sure about them until I photographed them and started processing them. Once I started stripping them back and allowed their natural color to emerge I knew the picture might work. That’s one of my secret sauces. I don’tContinue reading “Remains”

Dogaroo


Dogs. You know that they make me smile. After all, a pack of them allow us to live with them. They aren’t Beagles, but still. After this miserable week, which isn’t over, I needed something to make me smile. So, I dipped into those lost archives and found something that would do the trick. TheContinue reading “Dogaroo”

It’s New Orleans, I Tell You


Rain. We, in New Orleans, get a lot of it. It doesn’t stop us. Usually. It certainly didn’t stop these two women. They were soaked through and through. What did it matter if they got even wetter? Besides, when was the last time that anybody saw Bourbon Street without crowds at night? And, she’s wearingContinue reading “It’s New Orleans, I Tell You”

Not Enough Masks


A little clean up time. Sometimes pictures don’t make the final cut. They are close enough. I thought I’d show you a few from two second lines that missed the first cut… a little bit. Single Ladies. And the jazz funeral for Chef Leah Chase. I thought I’d stack them up all in one bigContinue reading “Not Enough Masks”

On the Dark End of the Street


The quiet side. Most people think of the French Quarter as being loud. They think of people always partying. They think of the typical New Orleans craziness. Let me tell you, we ain’t all that crazy. We don’t spend much time in the Quarter. When we do, we rarely walk around on Bourbon Street. It’sContinue reading “On the Dark End of the Street”

A New Orleans Thing


Yes. A New Orleans thing. Where else do you see a musician walking on city streets carrying his instrument? A drum and a cymbal. This is about as New Orleans as it comes. It happens all over the city. This picture could only get better if he was carrying a horn. A trumpet or aContinue reading “A New Orleans Thing”

Out at Night


Dining. In The French Quarter. We don’t usually eat in the Quarter. Often many of the restaurants are geared to the tourist trade. But, some aren’t. The cool thing about eating in a touristy place is that often a waiter will engage you. He or she will ask you where you are from. If youContinue reading “Out at Night”

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