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New Orleans is a place filled with interesting local culture. I'm not sure that a graffiti "sign" reading "King Baby" would make much sense anywhere else. Some would be taken aback the first time they are called "Baby" by a stranger. In this day and age it might conjure up some sensitivity and seem odd to hear in such a liberal city. Then you hear a bearded 30 something with a man bun called "Baby" by one of his friends and it all makes sense! Sort of?

This image was captured one morning in the Bywater neighborhood just down river from the French Quarter. This neighborhood was called the "upper ninth ward" before hurricane Katrina. With very minimal flood damage, it flourished under its new designation and has become a thriving neighborhood filled with cafes, art galleries and air B&Bs.

My goal as a photographic artist lies in creating images that demand more than a passing glance, more than 125th of a second they capture. My favorite genre is abstracts that draw the viewer into aesthetically pleasing puzzles that inspire wonder. While searching for that elusive magic, I indulge in anything else that catches my eye and might catch yours. My obsession with photography began with a 75-cent folding Kodak from a church bizarre when I was twelve years old. I spent the next 20 years in darkrooms and textbooks, learning everything I could about the art and science of it. I opened a studio and lab business while still in high school and eventually ended up selling equipment and supplies for an old-school camera shop. That job...