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Tag: Musician

  • A Lotta Notes

    Once upon a time I photographed second lines. I retired from that after about eight or nine years of working them. Mostly, the project just ran its course. And, my legs were hurting a lot and the pleasure of walking the street was no longer a pleasure. Luckily, my legs don’t hurt these days. I…

  • Cause We’ve Ended

    Rest in Peace, Jeff Beck.

  • Singing

    I made this picture a few years back at a county fair. Originally, this was a horizontal photograph, but I realized that his hand was doing something, but you can’t tell what. So, I decided to do what I had been taught in photojournalism school, crop to the heart of the image in order to…

  • It Gets In Your Head

    W e are coming to that time. Mardi Gras Day. The new people in New Orleans are trying to coin a new phrase. Deep Gras. It’s actually been around for awhile, but it meant something different. To me it means Mardi Gras all day every day, seeing friends you haven’t seen in years, meeting new…

  • Charlie Watts

    A moment of silence, please. Rest in Peace, Charlie Watts.

  • Boxes

    T he next day. We needed coffee. Good coffee. It turned out that a coffee house was less than two short blocks from our hotel. Even better were the people who worked there. The were friendly and energetic. One of them took us to this place, an empty club. Apparently, it was fully functioning until…

  • Old Memories

    I’m sorry that there is no text beyond these few words. I had a pretty well written piece that was complete. It was written, edited, the details were done. When I went to hit the schedule button, the button was light blue, not its normal color. It didn’t and wouldn’t work. Additionally, when I went…

  • 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 just…

  • Age of Miracles

    You can’t trust me. Just when I start going in one direction, I turn south and head for another. Seriously, I’m mostly just opportunistic. My neighbor texted me and said, “you gotta hear this beautiful music.” So, I came out. She was right. The music was all gentle 1960s and 70s music, like something Marvin…