Second Line Squared


Once upon a time I made pictures like this one every Sunday. I retired from the streets a few years ago mostly for health reasons, but after seven years I felt like the project ran its course. You work and you work and you work and one day you just know. You might still goContinue reading “Second Line Squared”

Waiting


T his is another of those “found” pictures. I know where I made it. I have no idea why I did. Now that I see it, I like it. Maybe , it’s incompetence. Maybe I’m just as incompetent as the next guy. I’m starting to think that anything good that I’ve ever done was justContinue reading “Waiting”

The Stories…


We do it for the stories we could tell. That’s what Jimmy Buffett said. He’s right. I’ve come out of retirement from the street. Saturday’s events convinced me that there could be no other way. I came out for the Single Ladies Second Line. It was hot. So hot. It didn’t look like anybody wasContinue reading “The Stories…”

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”

What Am I ?


I got a little too close. I was working with a 10mm lens. That’s how close I was. I could have helped the musician in front play his tuba. I didn’t mean for this to happen. But, once I broke through the rope, well… let’s just say, I really broke through. I sort of trappedContinue reading “What Am I ?”

Marching, Marching, Marching…


Brass bands. You know me. There is something special about them. The minute that I hear them,  my poor hip and back feel better. I move easier. I move freer. I move faster. I dance with them. I am more flexible. I am convinced my pictures are better than usual. I’ll get to the picturesContinue reading “Marching, Marching, Marching…”

Archives Again


One time. One night. A second line. A commercial one. In the French Quarter. In theory, I’m going to walk out the door and photograph a real second line tonight, Uptown to memorialize Tee-Eva. The 83-year-old legend who passed early last week. I’m pretty sure this will be a big second line, assuming that theContinue reading “Archives Again”

Playing in the Band


Just when you thought I was stuck on spring, I turned left. I walked right into the street, chasing a second line. The weather warmed up a bit. Everybody seemed happy to be there. The ladies rode. The kids rode. The bands played on. No matter what, to me, there is nothing like a brassContinue reading “Playing in the Band”

Always Music


This post is short. Not because I don’t have much to say. That’s never stopped me before. Oddly, I do have few things to say. Today. See what I did there? Anyway. Big storm a comin’. I’m checking the weather channels to see what parades will be postponed, and cancelled. And, planning and reacting accordingly.Continue reading “Always Music”