You know this already. The tuba starts it.
When you hear the tuba start playing bottom notes you know the second line is about to start. 320 more words
3 weeks, 4 days ago
This is where I work. On the street. When I photograph second lines.
As you all know, I like to work close with wide lenses. I think wideness not only propels the subject into the foreground, but they also help with context by setting the scene. 471 more words
1 month, 2 weeks ago
Today is International Women’s Day.
It comes at a time of change. It comes during a time of #MeToo. It comes at a time when our children are demanding change in gun laws. 318 more words
Tightly frame photographs. The thing that I like. These days. For now.
I’m really enjoying poking little holes into reality. I posted one yesterday. The trumpet player reaching for the sky. 266 more words
Just when you thought I was stuck on spring, I turned left. I walked right into the street, chasing a second line.
The weather warmed up a bit. 266 more words
This post is short. Not because I don’t have much to say. That’s never stopped me before. Oddly, I do have few things to say. Today. 227 more words
2 months, 3 weeks ago
One more picture from the Ladies & Men of Unity Second Line in Central City. That’s in New Orleans. Central City is the last bit of land above sea level that is still undeveloped or ungentrified. 670 more words