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Tag: Sitting

  • He Went To Paris

    He went to ParisLooking for answersTo questions that bothered him so He was impressive,Young and aggressive,Saving the world on his ownWarm summer breezesAnd french wines and cheesesPut his ambitions at bay Summers and wintersScattered like splintersAnd four or five years slipped away He went to EnglandPlayed the pianoAnd married an actress named KimThey had a…

  • From A Different Place

    G uess, will you please guess where I took this picture? Unless you’ve been here you’ll never figure it out. I made this picture photographing a book project in — wait for it — Las Vegas. Wait? What? At the time when I worked on the project there were a group of very upscale, sleek…

  • 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…

  • I Contain Multitudes

    He was sitting. My neighbor was worried that he was doing something he shouldn’t be. I thought that I’d check him out using the guise of liking his ink. He turned out to be a nice guy and that’s all I need say about that. I haven’t seen him since I made this photograph. If…

  • Breakfast

    The Clover Grill. A classic dive in the French Quarter. The food is good. Hamburgers are cooked under a hubcap. You probably can’t finish a side order of french fries. And, you’ll never know who or what you’ll see. Go there late at night and the trannies will perform for you. Especially if they think…

  • A Revelation

    I met this guy on the way to somewhere else. That’s when the best pictures happen. I was walking to the second line in Central City. I parked a few blocks away. A little distance is important so I could make a quick getaway. That is, if I want to jump to another location. I’m not…

  • A Long Story

    Yes. It’s a long story. The picture seems fairly simple. These two guys are waiting for Big Chief John to dress and make his appearance. That part is simple enough. But. Oh, you knew this was coming. The Original Wild Tchoupitoulas were getting dressed next door. In a private home. One that was rock solid.…

  • The Bywater

    This is what I thought. If I’m changing the last series to something new, it really ought to be new. Something different. Something unexpected. Something in black and white. So. Here it is. The picture is about two months old. I made it when I was taking a couple of guys around New Orleans while…

  • The Space Between Events

    Another one. A picture made on the way to someplace else. This time, I was walking on Bourbon Street near Jean Lafitte Blacksmith Shop, which is really a bar. I was waiting for the action to start. And, looking for a picture or two. People were wandering around everywhere. On the sidewalk. On the street. In the…