Tell Me Why


T hey say it’s all in the eyes. That the eyes are the windows to the soul. Who am I to disagree? I haven’t been on the street for a long time. Y’all know why. It’s driving me crazy. I don’t like being cooped up. I’m not sure I’ll ever return to the street inContinue reading “Tell Me Why”

Hand On My Back


The culture stood vigil last night. In couldn’t go. Masking and distancing is still to fraught with danger for me. If I caught the virus my body couldn’t produce enough red platelets to fight it. So, I found this portrait, which I made out of another picture and thought that I’d share it and someContinue reading “Hand On My Back”

The Neighborhood


Black Masking Indians. I made this photograph on a Super Sunday celebration, on the Westbank. The name Westbank means the west side of the Mississippi River. Parts of the area are still considered to be part of New Orleans. I made this picture after photographing two second lines, jumping in my car, taking the bridgeContinue reading “The Neighborhood”

A Little More


Happy Spring. It struck me that with the Mardi Gras Indians showing of their new suits around the first day of spring, this whole thing is about rebirth. Shedding old skins — their 2018 suits — and showing their new finery, just like a butterfly bursts from its cocoon. It’s also about the joy ofContinue reading “A Little More”

On Super Sunday


Super Sunday. All the pretty suits. All the pretty Indians. I didn’t plan it this way, but today’s post is all about the next generation of Mardi Gras Indians. The top picture may be the most important. Queen Tahj is a senior at Tulane University. She is truly becoming the leader of her tribe, whileContinue reading “On Super Sunday”