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Tag: Black Masking Indian

  • Places

    It’s all celebration and sometimes it’s all seasonal. It certainly is colorful. That makes me smile. The pictures. Pretoria. Santa Fe. Hong Kong. Treme. Albuquerque. Savannah. New Orleans.

  • I Asked For Water

    What a day. The fire did not only jump out of the frying pan, but it burned the house down. No. Not literally. A photographer who is known to many of us and who has helped us in career advancement just resigned from Magnum in lieu of being voted out of the cooperative. Let me…

  • Secret Keepers

    Reflecting. That’s what I’ve been doing. I had a long post planned for today that I’d written and ready to go. I had to change it. The city’s culture bearers are in mourning tonight, as am I. Black Masking Indians You might know them as Mardi Gras Indians, but they prefer the name Black Masking…

  • 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 wrote…

  • Number Two

    It happened again. I got a little bored last night so I started playing with another human being in post production. This time, it was a Mardi Gras Indian Wildman who I photographed on the Westbank for their Super Sunday. As I recall, it was a busy Sunday. There were two second lines on the…

  • On Mardi Gras Day

    The night before the big day. My photographic plans changed. Drastically. I learned that Big Chief Monk Boudreaux was getting married at noon, Mardi Gras Day. Fat Tuesday. At his home. In a flurry of texts I also found out it was open to the public. Everybody was welcome to attend. That changed everything. I…

  • Not Exactly

    I forgot what I was doing. With all the sadness during the early part of the week I just lost my head. Well, you know… I started working on a photograph that I made of Wildman John at Super Sunday in Central City. Somewhere in the middle of that I realized I wasn’t working on…

  • Experiments in Portraits

    Tinkering. Sometimes it’s best to just do whatever it is that you do. So, I did it. I try to do something photographic every day. Sometimes, I don’t actually make a new picture. Sometimes, I so some experimental post production. Sometimes, I read about photography. Sometimes, I continue the never-ending work of archive organization. I’ve…