N’Orleans
Right after I graduated from college, my mom and I took a trip to New Orleans together to a writer’s conference down there. Sort of one last hurrah before I moved to New York.
Pictured here is one of the many street bands we came across while walking in the French Quarter. The reason my mom and stopped to listen to them as opposed to the dozens of other bands? We loved that the dog just sat there watching and listening too. I was also a fan of the tiger print bucket under the one man’s foot. We have weird priorities, I know.
This image kick-started a photographic series of people and their dogs around the globe.