Kindred Eyes and a Strangers Face


Letting everything in. It’s about that time. Time to let in the shadows and the light. That’s how we know we are alright. I think I’ve been doing that as it relates to the age of the pandemic. There are days when all I see are shadows. I tried my best to get into theContinue reading “Kindred Eyes and a Strangers Face”

Waiting for the Big Show


If it’s Sunday there is a second line being walked somewhere in New Orleans.This one was Good Fellas. The King of Kings division was walking for cancer awareness. Even though they didn’t say it, I’m pretty sure that they lost a member to cancer. I know. I said that I was dropping out of theContinue reading “Waiting for the Big Show”

Looking at You


I need to get out more. I made the portrait before I returned to New Orleans. I was back for a visit when I ran into this guy on the street in The French Quarter. He’s an old friend. We had a coffee and went our own ways. I thought, at the time, that itContinue reading “Looking at You”

A Vision in Blue


Sometimes, I’ll show you a portrait that is just a portrait. This is one of those times. Yes. Of course, I reworked it in my current new style of art. I’m not sure how much longer that will last. I made a bunch of pictures a day or so ago that are a little moreContinue reading “A Vision in Blue”

The Edges of Things


The edges. Sometimes, it’s better to look along the edges of the event. Things get more interesting there. So do the pictures. I’ve long said that for those of us who work second lines on a regular basis that our pictures look about the same. Oh sure, there are lens selection differences. There are postContinue reading “The Edges of Things”

The King and Eye


Yes. The King — Mr. Woodrow “Woody” Randall. And. My eye. The one I use to focus and frame when I take a picture. So.┬áThis post isn’t about “The King and I,” a musical about the King of Siam. Or, as we know it today, Thailand. This is about a second line parade. The NineContinue reading “The King and Eye”

The Watcher


Watching. Waiting. The second line started an hour later than planned. When they hit the streets they came through the bulldog. That’s right, Family Ties came right through the mascot of Joseph H. Clark Prep High School in Treme. Yep. The second line began in Treme and mostly walked through the 7th Ward. A wardContinue reading “The Watcher”

Red Balloon


We talked about moments yesterday. Here’s another one. This one doesn’t have as much to do with the second line, as it does with the people who come out for the parades. Or, in this case, was taken to the parade. I doubt that he brought himself, especially since I know that his mama wasContinue reading “Red Balloon”

Nothing But Pink


I was going to write something like, “Pretty in Pink.” But, that’s way too obvious. And, this second line, while on the small side, is important. After all, the Krewe of Zulu were walking in honor of a passed member. No, they weren’t dressed in Mardi Gras clothes. No Tramps suits. No masking. Mostly justContinue reading “Nothing But Pink”

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