Welcome to Timeline Photos. A few years back I started peeking around my archives in search of some of the first photographs I had taken. Here records my quest into better understanding my long term love of camera and experiencing the world with it in hand. All photos appear in chronological order hopefully revealing an evolution of how I see and what moves me to speak with light.

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(Photo credit Phil Monahan of Orvis)

Friday, June 1, 2012

The people I meet

July 25, 2013:  I owe it to these guys to share their photos publicly as it was over a year ago I crossed paths with each of them in New Orleans.  After completing a photo assignment, I had given myself some time walk and enjoy the city.  There's usually themes that emerge while I'm there, and on this given day it was the people I met and the time they shared with me no matter how brief.

It wouldn't be a visit to New Orleans without my spicy Bloody Mary and half-dozen raw oysters.  I stopped into Royal Street for my treat, and really enjoyed my time with the bartender/server and fellow bar stool mates.  One woman was celebrating her birthday with a small bottle of champagne and she insisted on sharing with me.  The Bloody Mary/Champagne/Oyster combo was perfect!

"Look me up!  I'm famous!"
Sidewalk Saint Tim, New Orleans Street Performer

Following a photo assignment in New Orleans, I stopped to watch a street performer painted in gold doing tricks with his golden basketball.  He came up to me, held my hand, introduced himself as Tim, then said, "Look me up!  I'm famous!"  I was very taken by his close contact and spirit, and took his photo before he returned to work.  Sure enough, he's one of New Orleans' 'Sidewalk Saints', performers known for their artistry on the streets of the city.  Famous or not, the pleasure was all mine!

Wesley, creator of his own Mardi Gras Indian costume


Golden dancer

Julia, rose vendor

Jackson Square sitter

I don't usually take pictures like this, and after I did, this man jumped up and at me, putting his face near the middle of my legs, and screamed something obscene.  I had been squatting to grab the shot, wearing a skirt, no less. Needless to say, he taught me a valuable lesson about appropriate clothes and positioning when heading into the city with my camera.  No more crotch shots!!

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