More Tests & Second Lines

Second Lines and Experiments I’m reminding myself that many pictures could use a crop or two. I typically try to fill the frame with the subject that I want within the borders of the picture. That’s not always easy. If you photograph sports the subject is moving, and the photographer is stationary. If you photographContinue reading “More Tests & Second Lines”

Out on the Street

M usic. You know me and music. You know me and brass bands. Here’s a little portfolio about just that. In all the years that I photographed second lines I cannot tell you how many times I made pictures of brass bands. I think it’s the passion that I like. The music matters because itContinue reading “Out on the Street”

The Wheel

“The wheel is turning and you can’t slow down, You can’t let go and you can’t hold on You can’t go back and you can’t stand still, If the thunder don’t get you then the lightning will Won’t you try just a little bit harder, Couldn’t you try just a little bit more? Won’t you tryContinue reading “The Wheel”


Sunday. Second Line. Parade. Music. That about wraps it up. You know that I like the sound of big full brass bands. You know I like them when they play on the street. And, you know that we are in the middle of second line parade season. Well… that’s not true. There are only threeContinue reading “Brass”

It’s The Music…

Music. Food. Culture. That’s the heart of New Orleans. Other stuff too. But, those are the big three. They are all mixed up and served in a gumbo. A really tasty gumbo. Most people in the city live for these things. It doesn’t matter what you do for a living, eventually you show up for oneContinue reading “It’s The Music…”

Grab a Trumpet and Blow

“Thunder on the mountain, fires on the moon There’s a ruckus in the alley and the sun will be here soon Today’s the day, gonna grab my trumpet and blow Well, there’s hot stuff here and it’s everywhere I go.” — Thunder on The Mountain, Bob Dylan. From the album Modern Times. August 2006 AContinue reading “Grab a Trumpet and Blow”

Music. Three. Horn. Two.

I seem to be consumed with brass instruments. With Horns. And, trumpets. If this picture had been made in a studio or just in my own location it wouldn’t mean so quite much to me. But, I made this in the middle of a parade. I was being jostled around. Bounced around. Knocked around. I am trulyContinue reading “Music. Three. Horn. Two.”


A friend of mine, a musician to be precise, once said to me that he went out to listen to a brass band when they were touring. They happened to stop in Seattle, where he lives. He used one word to describe them. Chaotic. Yes. That’s right. But, they are from New Orleans. New OrleansContinue reading “Chaos”

Mandela. A Second Line Parade.

I’m not sure what there is left to say. Every possible media covered, reported on and opined on the passing of Nelson Mandela. In New Orleans, we say goodbye with a combination of jazz funeral and second line parade. Often, second lines are wonderous and amazing events. They can stretch out for blocks. As theyContinue reading “Mandela. A Second Line Parade.”