Bourbon Street

I’ve spent plenty of time in New Orleans over the past year, but always gave Bourbon Street a wide berth to avoid the crowds and connect more with less-touristy parts of the city. But, this past weekend, I was on assignment shooting social content of fans during the Saints/Vikings game. There aren’t a ton of sports bars in the French Quarter, but Razoo’s on Bourbon Street turned out to be the only one I popped my head into that didn’t have a jazz band competing for fans’ attention inside.

Growing up in a conservative home, “Bourbon Street” was rarely used to denote the actual place, but was tossed around as a pejorative. “That person/place/thing looks like Bourbon Street.” It was a catch-all term around the house for anything deemed negative or immoral.

Older now, navigating this wide world for myself, I’ve finally had a chance to create my my own opinion of Bourbon Street. Is it crowded, smelly, cheapened by tourist pandering? Yes. Is it dominated by rubes who order alcohol by the yard and spend too much on cover charges for superficial pagan delights? Yes.

But.

It also makes for one hell of a photo.

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Published: "Keeping at Bay" for The Local Palate

Published in The Local Palate: "Keeping at Bay"

My latest journalistic collaboration with T.S. Strickland.

 

On the outskirts of Apalachicola, Rodney Rich is one of a dying breed. Not just an oysterman, he is one of two people who still make the iconic tool of the oyster trade: 16-foot long oyster tongs.
Terry and I drove out and spent an afternoon with Rodney and the friends and family who work and spend their off hours with him at his workshop.

The oyster industry is hanging on by a thread on Florida's Lost Coast. Frightened overfishing in the wake of the BP oil spill, an altered water profile in the river that feeds the bay, and numerous other factors have contributed to lack of product and a concomitant lack of incentive for the next generation to pursue the profession.

The long-term effect on the area remains to be seen. As things stand now, an entire way of Florida life hangs by a thread. It is a privilege when I get a chance to help document Florida's remaining fishing culture.

TLP published the first four images and Terry's interview with Rodney in their November 2016 issue. I included a few outtakes in this post to add context to Rodney's incredibly photogenic working environment.

Expecting in Pensacola: Philip and Kathryn's Pregnancy Photos

“To get the full value of joy you must have someone to divide it with.” 
― Mark Twain

In the spirit of that quote, baby William is going to be the force multiplier in the joy that Kathryn and Philip's relationship showcases every day.

These photos, captured on family property in Alabama, were so much fun. In addition to becoming great friends, Philip and Kathryn have swiftly become my favorite subjects with their relentlessly creative and impeccably styled photo ideas. Their son, due in August, will be touched someday when he looks back and sees how much his parents anticipated his arrival.

Mixed in Pensacola: Old Hickory Whiskey Bar's Summer Menu

Summer weather has arrived, and with it has come Old Hickory Whiskey Bar's summer cocktail menu. It is always a pleasure to capture photos of the beautiful drinks the OHWB crew creates every season. If you haven't sampled the new menu yet, every cocktail is a pure delight.

Client: Old Hickory Whiskey Bar

Photographic Assistant: Annie Gray

Creative Portraits: Annie in Henna

Depending on the day, the life of my mind is usually best described as resembling either a carnival funhouse or an all-hyena cast performing Shakespeare's "The Tempest." Photography is my tether and my release valve. Creativity keeps me sane. And I am blessed beyond measure to have a spouse who not only helps me hold back the crazy, but loves to create art with me.