It seems fitting returning to New Orleans after all this time. I’ve posted pictures from there on a few occasions in the past, including for my last post of any significance back in November of 2014. Since then, I’ve been lucky enough to have taken several trips to the Big Easy, some of them undocumented outside for work.

I flew in for the 10-year anniversary of Hurricane Katrina in August of 2015. It was parachute journalism at it’s finest – my colleagues had done all the heavy lifting while I was serving time on the assignment desk in DC. I hopped on a plane and swept in for a few live shots on the 29th.

These two images were taken with my X-Pro2 at one of the second line parades that passed through the Lower 9th Ward that day. He was just a spectator, but the little man with the drumsticks was killing it!

The next couple times I flew into New Orleans it was to cover shootings or natural disasters in the area. But we did return to the city at the end of 2016 for a story  about youth participation in the elections. It was one of many moments that year that left me with the distinct impression that we might be headed towards a President Trump.

Of course, there was the requisite time spent in the pungent streets of the French Quarter. But the highlight was that after about a dozen trips to NOLA, I finally made it to a live jazz performance on Frenchman Street. Too bad it was for work!

For our first trip of 2017, we were in town for another story about the impact of rising sea levels on the local community – namely climate refugees. So here are a few photos from one of New Orleans’s iconic cemeteries and one of its many parks (X-Pro2)!

Our second trip of 2017 was for yet another story on Louisiana’s disappearing wetlands. I took a few pictures down in the Bayou that were very similar to some I took nearby a couple years prior… but here are some more pictures from the French Quarter taken with my Fuji X100F (more on that later).

It’s probably just a matter of when I return to New Orleans. But hopefully I can go soon for a long overdue trip as a tourist. The last time I did something close to that was about 20 years ago on my first visit to the Big Easy, and my first taste of that southern charm.