the Saints are coming . . . .

Who Dat !

I haven't been this excited to watch a Saints came since September 25, 2006.

caroline & joe ::: wedding

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Well, it took me a few days to get back to Caroline and Joe's wedding thread, but I made it!

Here are a few images from their wedding. They were married in New Orleans back in July. The ceremony was held at the beautiful Trinity Episcopal Church with a wonderful reception right off of Jackson Square at Muriel's.

Thank you Caroline and Joe for allowing me to document your day.

~wj

contrast ::: images

We're less than two weeks away from the opening of our 'Contrast" photography show. So as it approaches, I want to share with all of you some of the images that will be on display. A bit of a tease, I guess.

The image above was created by Chris Williams, a wonderful photographer from New Orleans. He's also a pretty good buddy of mine. He'll be in Cleveland for opening night, so be sure to say hello if you see him.

This image will be approximately 24"x34" framed.

Hope to see you all at the show. You can find out more by visiting the link below:

http://www.wiljax.com/themeshow/contrast

Take care. And keep exploring the world around you.

~wj

andrea & chris ::: congrats

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I'm headed back down to New Orleans this weekend for a wedding. This time, I'll be a guest though. My buddy Chris is finally marrying and I'm really looking forward to seeing all my old college buddies. We just don't see each other enough anymore. We've all be chatting a lot recently, and we're anxious to get together again. But I have a feeling at this wedding we won't be quite as rambunctious as we were about 15 years ago where the first of our crew married. I highly doubt I'll be playing bongos with the band this time around. But you never know.

I was in New Orleans a few months ago and spent a fun day with Chris and Andrea. Hanging out. Enjoying the city. And we created a few images for their engagement session as well. Here are just a couple of images from the day (and night!), and the last one is just a little dig at my buddy.

Congrats Chris and Andrea. Can't wait to see y'all this weekend!

~wj

icon ::: and a trip to NOLA

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i·con (kn) noun
1. also i·kon (kn)
a. An image; a representation.
b. A representation or picture of a sacred or sanctified Christian personage, traditionally used and venerated in the Eastern Church.
2. An important and enduring symbol
3. One who is the object of great attention and devotion; an idol: "He is ... a pop icon designed and manufactured for the video generation" Harry F. Waters.
4. Computer Science A picture on a screen that represents a specific file, directory, window, option, or program.

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I was recently invited to participate in the Attic Gallery's annual theme show. I'm inspired every time I walk into Lesley Silver's space. This is not your typical gallery. The vision I think most of us have when thinking of a gallery -- uniform presentation, pieces lined up perfectly on the wall, wide open rooms with modern-style sofas in the middle -- is so far from what this gallery is. To me, the Attic Gallery is exactly what art should be.

The work is everywhere. On walls. On the floor. In drawers. Hanging from the ceiling. Up the stairwell. In the windows. Around the corner. Inside. Outside. Everywhere. It's almost as if you are invited to touch the work. To sort through it. Interact with it. Find the one painting or photograph or sculpture or woodwork or pottery or jewelry -- or whatever! -- that is just right for you. I get lost for hours when I go there. I always find a new artist to admire. And I'm always energized and inspired.

So when Lesley invited me to take part in the upcoming show (the opening will be Friday, February 2) I was excited to get started on whatever theme she presented. I find I work so much better when given a starting point -- and a deadline! And this show certainly does that for me. The theme for this year's show, as I'm sure you can tell by the heading, is "icons".

I've got lots of older images from years ago of musicians. Most are blues musicians, but not all. It occurred to me that I could use those. But that would mean I didn't come up with anything new. Didn't explore and push myself. So I decided to create a new series of images just for this show.

I didn't want to explore the term icon in the sense of fame. So musicians didn't work there anyway. I thought about religion. But I did a lot of that in my New Orleans project, and even when I don't intend to do it, it seems like there is always some type of religious undertone in my work anyway. So I decided my attempt at visually defining "icon" would be through things we see everyday, that in some way symbolize a life -- an America, a world -- that seems to be slipping away. And I don't intend that to be stated in a bad way. I think change is often good rather than bad. It is certainly inevitable. But it is what it is. And I hope when others see these images, they see part of what I saw and felt, but also have space to insert their own thoughts and passions.

I was in New Orleans for a few days last week, and managed to find some free time Friday to wander around a bit and see what was there. These are a few of the images I created. Some will make it in the final collection. Some might not. And I'll do some exploring up here in the Delta as well in a few days. I'll be sure to post some of those images when I do.

I'd love to hear your thoughts. Not just on the images, but on whatever "icon" means to you -- or any other thoughts you might have and would like to share.

Take care.


~wj

eloise and david : : : wedding

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I had the incredible pleasure of photographer Eloise and David's wedding the Saturday right after Christmas. It was such a wonderful night. And so much fun!

The ceremony was actually in the home of Eloise's parents -- in McComb, Mississippi. Then we all loaded up and headed to New Orleans for a reception that night at the Loews Hotel downtown. And what a party it was!

Hopefully, these images an give you a little glimpse as to all the fun and emotion that was shared. Thank you Eloise and David, for letting me be a part of such an awesome day. Can't wait to see you guys soon.

~wj

giving thanks and reaching out

The holidays are here.

For many, this is a wonderful time of love and family. It's a time that is anticipated all year long. A time of laughter, happiness, peace, and gratitude.

And this is what this time of year should be about.

But for others, this time of year can be a bit lonely. It stirs up memories of loved ones we miss, and long to be with us for just one more season.

And while I don't intend to bring all of you down from your holiday celebration, I do think it's important to reflect on all aspects of our lives. To think about those that are less fortunate, or are in a personal struggle -- whatever that may be -- and send warm, positive energy to them all.

Then, go and hug the closest person to you, and tell them how thankful you are that they are near you.

The slideshow above is from a project I did a couple of years ago. It is a study of New Orleans, and many of you have probably already seen the images in some form or another. But I wanted to share it again today, as my heart is a bit heavy, but also in the hopes that it might help us all to slow down just a bit, and remember what is truly important.

Bless you all. I hope your holidays are filled with so much laughter that your sides hurt.

~wj

carla & chad :::: wedding

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Pics from the wedding!

~wj

carla & chad :::: rehearsal dinner

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I'm back in my gallery today after a long weekend in New Orleans. What a blast! Carla and Chad were married in a beautiful ceremony at the Maison Dupuy in the French Quarter. Everything was absolutely stunning, and I do believe that everyone from North Mississippi and Omaha got a chance to experience New Orleans at its finest. The weather was outstanding, and since Friday was Halloween, the Quarter had the atmosphere of a mini-Mardi Gras.

Chad's parents Sheila and Marv treated everyone to a wonderful dinner and tons of fun on Friday night. The dinner was held at the Bourbon Vieux. The balcony overlooking Bourbon Street was perfect for the festivities -- especially when the parade by the Krewe of Boo came marching by.

I'll be posting images from the wedding soon!


~wj

auction, school ties, and giving back

I was recently asked to donate a few items for an auction benefitting a scholarship fund at my alma mater, Millsaps College.

I donated three wood transfers from New Orleans. This is actually a new product I've been working on, and I'm getting really close to introducing these into my regular product line. These are 6"x6", printed on a japanese art paper and transferred to wood blocks, then coated with a gesso and varnish to add texture. I really like the unpredictable results these produce, and I'm excited to get things finalized and begin offering them next year. I'll post some photos soon, but for a quick glimpse you can take a look at the photos the auction folks at Millsaps produced. (They're a little dark, but you get the general idea, I think) You can also see these prints at the Attic Gallery in Vicksburg (along with several others)

Up for auction are three of these prints. They are studies from New Orleans -- fleur de lis from different spots around the city. I believe the bid is for all three prints, but if you have any questions you can email me and I'll be happy to check on it for you. All proceeds for this auction go towards an annual scholarship in the name of Don Fortenberry -- longtime Millsaps faculty and incredible mentor to many.

I'd be honored if you took a look around, and considered bidding.

You can see the items HERE.

~wj

carla & chad ~esession

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I recently spent a few hours with Carla and Chad for their engagement session. They'll be marrying in New Orleans in November but we created these images back here in the Delta. It should be a blast; can't wait to spend the weekend with the two of them and their families in the Big Easy !



~wj

thank you all

Gustav has made it past the coast and will slowly dissipate in-land.

I want to thank all of you who contacted me directly, as well as the many of you who sent warm thoughts our way. My wife's family is fine, their homes are fine, and they will return to life as usual in a day or two. We were very lucky, and I could never properly explain the joy and relief we all felt last night.

After several days of worrying about what might happen, and remembering what did happen, the anxiety in all of us was quite high. We were glued to the television for most of Sunday night and Monday morning. We didn't talk much, and we tried not to dwell on things we couldn't control. At least not too much.

By mid-morning we felt pretty good about things. Our nerves were easing. We were feeling a huge sense of relief. It came pouring out in one of the most enjoyable afternoons and evenings any of us has ever had. We sang, we danced, and we embraced the night for what it turned into -- a serendipitous moment that had brought us all together.

But even though our family came out of the storm in good shape, many others have not. I fear that in all the joy of Gustav not repeating Katrina, many will forget the destruction that was caused. Over two million people evacuated Louisiana. 45,000 people in Mississippi were housed in shelters during the storm. While many of them will return to their homes as my in-laws will, some of them will not. The insurance costs will come nowhere near those of Katrina, but they will still be high.

So I simply ask that you not forget those who are feeling the brunt of Hurricane Gustav. Keep them in your thoughts. And if you feel inclined, send a little money to the American Red Cross. It can never hurt to help another in need.

Again, thank you all for your warm thoughts and wishes. They helped more than you probably realize.


~wj

faith? . . . . another test?

Today is August 29.

I am scared.

I spent much of this morning fixing things around my house. My wife asked me to do this. Her family is on their way to Cleveland and she wants our home to be as comfortable as possible. This trip has actually been planned for a few months, but it has now gone from what was to be a weekend of relaxation and fun with her mom and brother to a weekend eerily similar to one we had in 2005 with about 15 or 20 family and friends from New Orleans.

Three years ago today Hurricane Katrina slammed into the Mississippi Gulf Coast and pushed it's way into my wife's hometown -- and thus my adopted home - of New Orleans. We watched as Mother Nature punched the city in the gut, kicked it in the knees, and then pushed it to the ground. And the reception that was given to Mississippi wasn't even that cordial. Our coast was just knocked down in one fatal blow. Within 24 hours it was gone. It took weeks and months for New Orleans to be knocked down. But the pain felt by people in both areas was -- and still is -- just the same.

And now Gustav sits in the gulf. Striking fear in all of us. And forcing us to go back to places we hoped would slowly fade from our minds.

So I'm worried.

I'm worried that two of the areas I love most are still too weak for battle. I'm worried that I will spend this weekend huddled around a TV in our den, the lights turned low, the room silent save for the conversation provided by CNN and the Weather Channel. I'm worried about finding the words -- again -- to provide what ever comfort I can to my family, my friends, and my wife should they be forced to watch in amazement as the city they love drowns. I'm worried that I will relive August 29, 2005 all over again.

I'm worried that the strength won't be there this time.

So after I completed the checklist that Jamie gave me this morning, I went into the room in our house where all of the prints from my "New Orleans" show are stored. I flipped through them, remembering what thoughts were in my head when I created each image. Remembering the purpose behind their composition. Remembering how the strength and perseverance of all of the people who had to start over after Katrina left me in awe.

Remembering the faith they all shared.

And I reread the words I wrote in my artist's statement for the show. You can read the entire statement HERE. But for now, I'll just pull the last part and leave these words with you.

Or perhaps I need to leave them with me.

"from New Orleans

. . . I only ask that as you view these images, you keep in mind your family, your friends, and your home. And think about what you would do, and how you would hope people would respond, if this were to happen to you.

And when you ponder this, know that you can’t help but be inserted into this story. Because life is not easy. It’s not fair. It takes great strength and discipline to march on. It takes faith—a tremendous amount of faith. But it can be oh, so wonderful even when it seems to be its most treacherous.

Whether you were directly affected by Hurricane Katrina or not, you have a link to the city of New Orleans. What we see in south Louisiana is an extreme example of what every one of us will go through at some point. Without the bad there is no good. Without fear there is no faith. Without hate there is no love. Yes, these images are from New Orleans, but they could have been created anywhere."


God I hope I am still able to believe in these words in a few weeks.



Bless you all. May you find strength and courage and beauty every time they are needed..

~wj

a letter to Jay ~Brother-in-Law

Brother-in-Law,

I just got off the phone with you and wanted to let you know again how proud I am of you.

A fourth place finish in the Bocce Ball singles and a third place in doubles. What a great accomplishment for you! And your quote in the paper ! It was classic Jay, and so universally true. I'm sure there are many others there that felt the way you did, and not just the competitors.

" I am so happy. I love being here, and I love everybody. It is so much fun,” Ferguson said. “I am a winner. I won this, and it means so much to me. My coach gets all the credit.”

It's hard for me to properly describe how wonderful it is to hear the joy in your voice. I do my best to act like you as much as I can. I can't imagine how frustrating it must be to only see your sister a few days a month at best. Especially lately. I am sorry for that, but know that we think of you and talk about you everyday. You inspire us both. And we miss you tremendously.

I know that you often say you want to have a life just like Sister. I can understand that. But Brother-in-Law, I hope you realize just how many people should live just as you do. You are truly a blessing.

I can't wait to see you soon. We'll have a blast.

And call me just as soon as you know the final score of the Cardinals game.

I love you.


~wj

Mandy & Matt ~wedding

Mandy and Matt were married a few weeks ago in Greneda. They rented cabins at the state park for the weekend and held their ceremony on the edge of the lake. It was quite windy leading up to and during the ceremony, but as the day slowly ended the weather became incredible. We made our way back down to the wedding site as the sun was setting and created some really great images. The light was perfect!

There were so many things I loved about this wedding. I loved the way Mandy and Matt tied in his south Louisiana heritage with her Mississippi Delta upbringing. The food was such a great reflection of this -- jambalaya, gumbo, catfish and hush puppies. And of course, much more. But it was how they made sure to include things that were important to each of them -- and their families-- that I found very touching.

Another thing that I found really unique and special was Mandy's version of the father-daughter dance. She told me a few weeks prior to her wedding that her father had an aversion to dancing. But she had a great solution and wanted to be sure I got photos of it.

Mandy was a college softball player. Her father coached her for years until she reached college, and he got so much pleasure watching his daughter playing ball. So when it came time for the father-daughter dance, Mandy took the DJ's microphone and told her father how much she loved him. She told him how much she appreciated his coaching and support throughout the years. She told him she knew he really didn't want to dance, so she had another idea. Then she led him outside where her best friend and teammate for so many years had gloves waiting for Mandy and her dad. So Mr. Russell and his little girl proceeded to have one last "catch" together. A fitting way to "dance" with your father, mentor, and friend if I've ever seen one.

It was all I could do to keep from getting watery-eyed as it reminded me a lot of my younger days as well. Such a special and touching idea. There are a few photos included here of the "father-daughter" dance.

I hope you enjoy looking at all of these images as much as I did creating them.

blessings,

~wj

NOLA JazzFest -- brilliance defined

I first heard the John Butler Trio late one Saturday night while watching an Austin City Limits rerun. This was about a year ago. I was blown away by John's talent and the unique sound of his band. It's a funky, bluesy, caribbean style infused with heavy beats, driving guitars, brilliant musicianship and infectious spirit. And the lyrics are poignant and moving.

I've had their music front and center on my ipod for the last few months and when I heard they would be performing at the New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival I knew I really wanted to find a way to attend. Luckily I was able to do so. And even better was that Jamie was able to head down to her hometown and attend JazzFest with me.

When I say that this man is one of the most brilliant artists I've ever encountered I do not say that lightly. He abilities are tremendous and he displays them in so many ways during his performance. Guitar. Banjo. Xylophone. Stand up bass. Kettle drums. Harmonica. Electric piano. So many incredible sounds blended together to form one of the most moving hours I've ever experienced.

Here is a performance by John that displays just how good he is. When listening to this, keep in mind that this is one man; one guitar. It sounds like at least three of each of not four or five. Give it about sixty seconds. He starts softly and builds into a performance that will leave you with little more to say than . . . "Wow"



Now, if you enjoyed that here's a link to pick a few of his songs on iTunes. While the studio stuff is great, I highly recommend the Live at St. Gallen album. Studio recordings do not do this man justice. The energy he displays in front of a live audience is amazing, and it's just not something you can capture in a studio -- no matter how brilliant the technicians are.

CLICK HERE TO GO THE JOHN BUTLER TRIO iTUNES PAGE

Right at the end of his set, the rains came. Not a hard, heavy rain, but a soft, cleansing one. Rather poetic and fitting I thought, considering the audience. When the first raindrops struck the crowd a celebratory cheer echoed around the stage just as one of the band's songs was reaching its pinnacle. Here's a picture of Jamie I took with my phone just after she covered up to protect herself from the rain. John, of course, is on the screen in the background.



Music is a powerful thing, my friends. I often wonder if it isn't the most powerful artform that we have. Just as any art, it's often done just for the sake of doing it--there's very little purpose behind it. But when the artist has a point, and has mastered his or her craft, music can change the world. One person at a time. John Butler is one of those artists. He has a point. Listen to his, then find yours.

Good luck on your journey. It's a wonderful ride if you'll let it be.

~wj

Mandy and Matt Engagement Session

Mandy and Matt are getting married in Greneda, which is about an hour east of my hometown of Cleveland in North Mississippi. But they met in New Orleans--Matt is from Lafayette--so we decided to head down to the Big Easy for their engagement session. We spent a little time out by Lake Ponchartrain and a few hours in the French Quarter and had a blast.

OSP NOLA

Part of my trip last week was spent in New Orleans. I met several other photographers in the French Quarter and we spent three days listening to great speakers and roaming the streets. We had several great models assisting us, and boy were they ever patient with us! I can't imagine how tough it must be to model in the first place, much less in the middle of Bourbon Street with 10 photographers yelling different directions at you. Thanks to all of our models for all of their hard work.

On Monday night we had a night shoot in the French Quarter, and Tuesday we went across the river to a cemetery in Algiers. Here are a few images from those shoots.

Thank You Clarion Ledger and Attic Gallery

The Clarion Ledger in Jackson ran a nice little piece about tonight's opening at the Attic Gallery. I was flattered the they chose to use one of my images.

Jamie and I are headed out in about an hour or so to meet lots of family and friends in Vicksburg. It should be a blast. I'm really looking forward to seeing everyone, especially my nieces and nephews!

(Hi to all--Meredith, Caroline, Lila, Wayne, Beth, and the Wonder Twins--Wilkins and Jacks. old y'all I'd talk about you here!)

Click here for the Clarion Ledger writeup.

9-1-1

Today is September 11. I shouldn't have to explain the significance. I just returned from the intersection of Highways 61 and 8 where we held our now annual tribute to the rescue workers from New York and D.C. All of the local emergency personnel line the intersection and we turn the sirens on at precisely 7:45 AM (8:45 Eastern)--the exact time that American Airlines Flight 11 crashed into the north tower of the World Trade Center.

It is always a very humbling and moving experience for me.

And it seems a bit odd -- a bit skewed I guess -- that just two weeks ago we remembered the anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. Contemplative times indeed for our country, to say the least.

I've decided to post here my artist statement from my "New Orleans" exhibit. No, it does not address 9-11 directly, but I feel the principles are the same. We are not alone. We are all in this together. The world is much bigger than just "you" or "me". Consider that as you read this you could quite easily replace "New Orleans" with "New York" or "Washington, D.C."

I am not a big political person. I believe what I believe and respect the rights of others to disagree with me. I'm like most other people, I think. I first want to maintain the well-being of my family and friends, and often find myself "too busy" to help out in areas I know I should. We are all busy, and that's OK. But at least a few times each year--just 2 or 3 or 4 times PER YEAR, that's all--we should all stop and consider those people that might not be in our immediate circle of care. You never know what might happen if you just take a few minutes to do this. We'll all be better for it.


From "New Orleans":

August 29, 2005 was a day none of us will forget.

Me? I was sitting in Fratesi’s Grocery in Leland, Mississippi when I first caught a glimpse of the images from New Orleans. CNN was showing live footage of the city and all I could think about was my wife’s family. I knew they were sitting in my den back home, huddled together in front of the television, desperately trying to get any information they could about their homes, friends, family—information about their LIVES.

The weeks following Katrina were complete chaos, but slowly the city is pulling itself up by the bootstraps. I’ve watched my family and friends work tirelessly to get life back to the way they once knew it—which of course they never will. But that doesn’t necessarily mean things won’t be—or aren’t already—better than they were pre-Katrina. It just means they will be different. Some things the same. Some things worse. Some things better. And that is the life we all live. Nothing stays the same. Change is inevitable.

It took me a while to figure out how I wanted to approach all of this—or even if I wanted to try. Early on my mother-in-law began asking me when I was going to photograph New Orleans. We would be visiting, looking at magazines and books documenting the hurricane, and she would always look at me and say ‘When are you going to do this?’ And honestly, it was intimidating for me. Intimidating because of the magnitude of the hurricane itself, intimidating because of the wealth of wonderful pictures already out there, intimidating because I’m not a native—what right did I have to insert myself into this story?

But over the last two years I realized there seems to be a side to all of this that we just don’t hear enough about. Sure, we all know about the horrible conditions, the Superdome, the death, political in-fighting, blame, blame, blame and more blame. It saddens me when I hear people say the citizens of New Orleans got what they deserved. What many people fail to realize is that there is so much good going on in New Orleans right now—so much faith. Faith that the city will one day return to her former beautiful self, faith that neighbors will come home, faith that the levees will not fail them again. Faith that everyone's hard work will resurrect some semblance of life as they once knew it. I know this because I see my family living it everyday.

So these images are created to illustrate—in a somewhat abstract manner—what I’ve observed from my friends and family the last 24 months. It is not meant to be a literal depiction, and it definitely is not meant to be objective. My attempt is to show the range of emotions I’ve seen them go through - are still going through – because of the upheaval in their lives and the strong contrast of living in the Crescent City right now. I only ask that as you view these images, you keep in mind your family, your friends, and your home. And think about what you would do, and how you would hope people would respond, if this were to happen to you.

And when you ponder this, know that you can’t help but be inserted into this story. Because life is not easy. It’s not fair. It takes great strength and discipline to march on. It takes faith—a tremendous amount of faith. But it can be oh, so wonderful even when it seems to be its most treacherous.

Whether you were directly affected by Hurricane Katrina or not, you have a link to the city of New Orleans. What we see in south Louisiana is an extreme example of what every one of us will go through at some point. Without the bad there is no good. Without fear there is no faith. Without hate there is no love. Yes, these images are from New Orleans, but they could have been created anywhere.

Dutch. . .is that a cool name or what?

So I've been working on a book from a photo session I did back in june, and I realized I haven't posted anything from that session. Shame on me!

These are some pages from my photo sessoin with Dutch, the son of Andy and Becky Songy. Becky and my wife Jamie have been BFF's for a looooooooooooong time. Needless to say, when Jamie and I started going out, becky was one of the first that had to give me the seal of approval before we could get to far along. Thank goodness she did!

So here is the layout. The design is for a square coffee table book. let me know if you have any comments or questions about it.

~wj

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The Dowdys take New Orleans

I met my sister Bethany and her 4 kids--Wayne, Beth, and twins Wilkins and Jacks--in New Orleans last week for a session in the French Quarter. What a blast ! The kids were great and mom was a trooper as well. I wish we could do this every week as we don't see them nearly enough.

Next up is a fun trip with sister Emily's daughters Meredith and Caroline. Then brother Tom and his beautiful daughter Lila. There is nothing better than traveling to great locals and create awesome images--well, maybe doing all of that and doing it for family.

I'm headed to New Orleans

I've scheduled a trip to new Orleans the week of June 11-17. I'll be scheduling session beginning Tuesday, June 12 and continuing through Saturday, June 16. Each day will have two time slots available--11 AM and 4:30 PM. If you are interested in setting up an appointment give me a call or shoot me an email.

"Spirit" series almost finished!

I'm on my way down to New Orleans to finish my "Spirit" series of black & white images. The idea is to show the "feeling" of New York and New Orleans following the 911 attacks and Hurricane Katrina. I will be following "Stations of the Cross", a Catholic tradition in the city which involves a winding path to several churches and cemetaries.

Here are a few images from the series.


To find out more, visit my website, go the the ". . .myDelta. . ." side, and click on the ". . .what I'm working on" section.