jellies

Another shot from the aquarium. I could literally watch these jellyfish pulsate around their tank for hours. They look so delicate and fragile, it's hard to believe they can really do some damage to you. I took shot after shot after shot, but never really captured their beauty or conveyed their grace in motion. But I tried.

on the line

A really nice shot of the clothes-line that's behind my Mom and Dad's camper-where they're building their new house in Greensburg, Louisiana. This was a day or two after Christmas, clear blue sky, a nice breeze, and only the sound of wind chimes for miles around.

my posiedon adventure

So, I went diving recently off the coast of Florida. It was my first underwater photo session! Absolutely love this shot! ...Okay, so maybe I was really with my family visiting the Aquarium of the Americas in New Orleans, but hey, the shot is still amazing.

say uncle

One of my own private, highly secret, I-will-never-tell goals in life is to be able to document my brother's entire life so that at the end of it, hopefully we never missed a beat (don't. tell. anyone.) He lives in Portland, Oregon and I here in Texas, so you might understand where it gets hard to be there all the time photographing him at work, at school, in the shower, sleeping. So hard, in fact, that I haven't done any of those things yet. But, the once-sometimes-twice a year I do see him I always make a point to get him in front of my camera, even for just a minute or so. Click, and another year captured. There are a few more of him I took while in New Orleans, but this particular one...well, this one's for Mom. I know she'll love it.

more of the crescent city

I could spend a year in New Orleans and never tire of shooting. I could spend a lifetime in New Orleans and never tire of it. Every corner, every street, every facade, every sidewalk, window, doorway, balcony conveys a story. Any street performer, tourist, resident, worker, horse, can help you put those stories in perspective. The city is a gem. Seductive and mysterious at times, both dangerous and attractive, and maybe I'm being melodramatic and hopelessly romantic. In fact, I know I am...so?

at jackson square III

Milling around Jackson Square, in front of the Cathedral, takin' pictures. Here's another...

at jackson square II

I love the artwork you find on Jackson Square. Really, if you're looking for anything that says authentic New Orleans artwork, you go there. It's pretty much the perfect memento. This photo isn't portraiture, landscape, or documentary, but I always take a snapshot or two of some of the artwork I like, just because. Because a proper representation of the people, the sights and sounds of the square can't happen without a look at the artists that get up in the morning, set up their canvases, display their latest works, and make the square their own personal gallery.

at jackson square

At Jackson Square you'll find many things. A jazz duet. Fortune tellers of all types. Artists. Schemers. Uppers, downers, laughers, screamers... While waiting to eat at Stanley's (great by the way) just on the corner I took this...then took it again with a more steady hand because the first shot was crooked.

mail call

In search of a coffee shop not as packed as Cafe Du Monde was, this particular morning, we walked the block and came across this quiet little street just on the other side of all the commotion that was in the French Quarter and Jackson Square. Along this street were these mailboxes just begging to be photographed. Aged. Old. Names tacked on there with type-tape, some names written then smudged or crossed out. Even the color on this photograph isn't tampered with (via photoshop). This is as is, and beautiful.

new orleans

I took this shot in passing, not taking time to crop or compose or even look through the viewfinder. I just picked up my camera and hit the shutter. Sometimes I get lucky, because I really like this shot. So, for the next few images of New Orleans I thought I'd start with this one.