Tag: Second Line
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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…
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Over And Over
This photograph emerged from the fog of my archives. I’m pretty sure I didn’t select it for anything because of the way her arm is raised showing her arm pit. I was raised with certain rules. One is no up-the-nostril pictures. Another is no arm pit pictures. So, I tinkered with it. I modified the…
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Left Over Life
Two feet in, one foot out. That’s not quite true. I’m all in on our move, but I have a lot of my past to think about as I work through old archives. I lived in New Orleans for a long time. I made a lot of photographs there. There’s a lot to re-archive and…
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The Kid And Me
A Street Portrait Gets Good The bullet points should tell you everything that you need to know about making a picture like this one. But, just in case. No matter how well you plan for every possible situation when you arrive on the scene everything changes. As boxer Mike Tyson said, “You can plan for…
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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 go…
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I Forgive It All
There are times when I forget what I’ve done in the past. I made this picture four years ago and I cannot remember doing it. I probably made it on the way to someplace else like a second line. You know me. I’m not a fan of useless data. But, sometimes it helps. Here’s a…
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All That You Dream
A s I recall, it was hot. A lot of us were sucking down water and sweating it out as fast as we drank it. We were tripping all over each other. I stepped on someone. I turned around to apologize mostly with my eyes because we couldn’t hear anything. They guy I stepped on…
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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…