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Tag: Joy

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    It won’t let go. RIP

  • All Joy

    A ll smiles. That’s what Mardi Gras is about. There is a certain level of joy and celebration that is always present during the parade season. In the past few years, before the shut down last year, some weird things have happened. Most of that is caused by exuberance or stupidity, depending on who you…

  • Another Night

    S ee? I kept my word. Sorta. Fewer photographs than yesterday, more than tomorrow. I think. Enjoy these images. I enjoyed making them. A word of WordPress complaint. I didn’t want to do this, but it never stops. I added yesterday’s post at the same time that I added this one. I was very late…

  • And, so…

    O kay, okay. I got a little crazy. What do you expect from a guy who loves photographing Mardi Gras but can’t? So, I thought that I would show you a little bit of what I saw over the past few years. I’ll continue doing it for the next two weeks, but I won’t post…

  • Little Pictures

    L ittle pictures. Details. Something to show the texture of a place. You’d think they would be the easiest to find and see. They aren’t. Usually, you see them on the way back from whatever caught your eye in the first place. In a design piece they are often called point pictures which is the…

  • 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…

  • Handle With Care

    Friends. That’s what second lines are really about. Of course there is music, paraders, social and benevolent societies, food and drink. The real point is to say hello to friends. Some who you saw just yesterday. Some who you haven’t in seen in a long time. It’s the hug and smile that makes this picture.…

  • Summer in New Orleans

    Summer in city. This was probably the last second line of the season. The weather turns too hot and humid to walk after the first week in July. We resume during the second week of September. The joyful dancing woman and I had been flirting photographically for the past couple of weeks prior to my…

  • Floating

    Floating. Above it all. I was walking and I saw a balloon drop out of the sky from nowhere. It was sort of stunning. It was so unexpected. I made a couple of pictures. It floated away. Just like that. Sometimes, that’s how things happen. It’s up to us to accept them, exploit the moment,…