Sunday, October 30, 2005


What makes a house a home? And when does it cease to exsist?

Friday, October 28, 2005


Mitchell Gaudet , aka Porn Star, is back in town and getting ready to fire things up including the Inferno. Thank God New Orleans has its share of urban renegade die hard pioneers, leaving reluctantly and quickly returning!

Sound of Silence

The French Quarter is open for business and if you didn't know any better, things seem normal.

Thursday, October 27, 2005


Photography fails us in even attempting to convey the sense of smell and maybe that is a good thing?

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

The demise of prosperity

The corner of Carrollton and Tulane Avenues in New Orleans was a busy intersection of shops and stores .

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Back it up.....

These were the last few images I made before Katrina. I know I am a different photographer, person, now but I just want to back it up before the storm hit.

Monday, October 24, 2005

Teammates for life....

Dennis and I met when we were racing bicycles together almost 15 years ago. Dennis was fast and I had led him out a few times, once leading him to victory. This time he led me out of the Bonnie Carre Spillway when my car died on I-10 trying to get it out of New Orleans a few weeks after the storm. The fear by this time had left our eyes, we were now just exhausted.

The Birds......

The birds were flying,
the birds were dying...
smoke filled the air.
The silence was silenced,
by the sound of choppers everywhere.

These two images were made a few days after hurricane Katrina on Lake Ponchatrain levee , where sandbagging
operations were in full force trying to stop the flooding at the 17th Street canal bordering Metairie and New Orleans. The smell of diesel fuel filled the air. The military were the only people around, it looked like a war zone.

Sunday, October 23, 2005

Pre-K learning experience.....

Many of you are accustomed to receiving , almost, weekly emails of recent images I have made. Well, I haven’t made a whole lot since Katrina. I just haven’t had the heart or desire! It has been at least six weeks since I fled New Orleans. I have been back but it’s not what I left.
These pre-K New Orleans images , which you may know, now seem to resonant with a different meaning.