… what it seems.
At first look, these children are being held behind bars. Heh! No way. They are inside the Young Men Olympian Jr. club house getting ready to walk in the second line parade. 310 more words
14 hours, 51 minutes ago
Two days. Two second lines.
I was sore after the first one, but still ready for the second one. Except, this one started late. An hour late. 241 more words
1 day, 13 hours ago
Two second lines this weekend. Very busy. Shooting, curating, post production and recovery time.
I was going to publish a little collection of pictures from Saturday’s second line. 142 more words
2 days, 15 hours ago
On our last night in New Orleans, Benny and I found ourselves in a bar in the Tremé neighborhood when someone thrust a parasol into my hand and strongly urged me to parade about with some other female patrons. 327 more words
1 week, 1 day ago
“How can you hit and think at the same time?” — Yogi Berra
There you have it. I awoke yesterday morning reading about the passing of Yogi Berra. 486 more words
1 week, 5 days ago
We talked about moments yesterday.
Here’s another one. This one doesn’t have as much to do with the second line, as it does with the people who come out for the parades. 109 more words
1 week, 6 days ago
It’s moments like these. That make working in the heat and humidity completely worthwhile. Yeah. Sure. I like the music. I like the social aid and pleasure clubs. 209 more words
2 weeks ago