I have hit the ground running this past week. There is so much to experience in this rich world, & the first moments of summer are upon us. Summer has always been my favorite season, & that first dip in the pool, that first warm night out, & the first day of summer camp have all been everything they could've been.
Working at Newman has felt like coming home. Lots of familiar faces, plus a dash of new ones. I genuinely missed teaching the kids today, but being able to dedicate all of my time to shooting was a breath of fresh air. I'm thrilled about the massive amounts of photos I'll be taking & how it will sharpen my skills. Despite my exhaustion from the first day of camp, I'm having a hard time calling this much fun "work."
New Orleans is a city of cliches. No matter how many times you've heard it, if that funk band in the corner plays "When the Saints Go Marching In," you can't help but sing-a-long. Not because the tune itself is that special, but because on that patio outside that bar under that moon, at least for tonight, you truly do want to be in that number. It isn't always pretty, but it isn't like anything else.
