major discussion took place in my brain. It was along the lines of save it or hold it. Knowing that I would probably lose it within my archives. Rather than hold it, I published it.
Obviously, it’s just another day in New Orleans.
No. No. No.
It’s Halloween. The very night of the holiday celebration. You can tell by looking at the skeleton holding a baby skeleton. Of course you can.
I started the night off by photographing the halloween parade. Because New Orleans is New Orleans the parade is as large as any Mardi Gras parade. And just like a Mardi Gras parade, many people are masking.
When I was done, I started wandering the streets of The French Quarter knowing that every sort of ghoul and goblin would be on the streets. Most of the pictures I made were fairly predictable.
I stumbled on this scene. I started photographing very slowly because I saw the woman in purple walking towards us. Timing, timing, timing. When she arrived at this point, click, click, click said the camera. Thank you, said the photographer.
You know, the decisive moment.