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I call the most wonderful city in the world home,

The place where history is part id daily life, through culture, food or architecture,

Where dead is received by dancing down the street in a second line celebrating  life,

Where music runs through people’s souls and happiness is just a normal stay of being

I call New Orleans home.



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Two Cities, Two Streets


Just about one year ago, we found each other working on our first collaboration, a blog post called Two Cities, Two Bridges. We set a date, a time and place, each in our respective cities and we picked our favorite bridge…you see we kind of have a thing for bridges, we like taking photos of them. The post received a great response, and it wasn’t too long before we thought about working together again. One probably drunken night, we came up with the idea of shooting Canal Street, the same idea behind last years project, but with a different subject matter, since both cities share streets of that name. We decided to choose 5 photos that in a small way represented what Canal Street is all about, both in New York and in New Orleans. We hope you all enjoy our selection, or that at least this post inspires you to come visit our cities.


So here we are again, about a year ago Robert and I found each other thanks to the magic of WordPress, and right away respect and love for each others work developed and of course the desire to work together no matter the distance. Last year we published our first collaboration, Two Cities, Two Bridges, with a great response from everyone, and of course we are back at it again. I love New Orleans, that is no secret, and I love New York, so what better way to express that love by showing off Canal Street! Something that both cities have in common beside that word New in their names. While in New York, Canal is a chaotic commerce center where Chinatown and Little Italy come together. Here in New Orleans Canal is where the French Quarter’s meet the Central Business District (CBD), where old meets new, and life becomes history. You can see how the industrial revolution and the 21st century took over by just crossing the street, leaving narrow streets meant for horses and wagons behind to be replaced by modern architecture and businesses. Colonial houses become straight line glass buildings, but 100 years do not seem that long ago. A lot happens along Canal Street in New Orleans-restaurants, shops, doctors offices and hotels all in one strip, the 9-5 workers give way to the erratic night life that starts where Bourbon meets Canal, in a never ending circle of ‘regular’ vs ‘eccentric’. Definitely Canal is one of the best examples of how New Orleans traditions adapt to the modern world, how we work hard but still know how to have fun, and how this wonderful community remains up to date with the changing world but never leaving behind what makes us New Orleans.




First let me say what a thrill it is to be working with Soranny once again. She remains one of my favorite photographers, and I urge you to check out her other posts and her Instagram. She does a wonderful job capturing her love for New Orleans through her camera lens. You really feel the sense of life in her shots. Canal Street in Manhattan is an interesting place. Historically it was built over a poorly considered canal downtown. In time it became the early location of the jewelry trade, before becoming more of the commercial district it is today, full of vendors selling ‘genuine’ Ray Ban sunglasses and Gucci handbags. Canal Street also divides the neighborhoods of Little Italy and Chinatown, which provides a great cross-section of cultures to soak in. Having only 5 photos to choose from, it was impossible to showcase all of my walk on Canal Street. What I did come up with were some of my favorite things I saw that day-old buildings and signs, different cultures and people. That is a cool thing that happens when you explore a street like Canal-everything comes to life-sight, sounds and smells. I enjoyed seeing such a well known street through my camera lens, and I hope you enjoy it too. Here are my choices-

Here’s Robert and a Canal Street sign in New York-


And Soranny with a selfie and a Canal Street sign in New Orleans



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All Photographs By Robert P. Doyle and Soranny Martinez

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I always want to post something when the @Instagram #WHP comes around but I seldom do, this weekend the project was to capture out-of-this-world moments by staging them or just by looking around for naturally occurring moments, one of the reasons why I never really post for the project is because I forget to look around for those moments, but today the moment came to me, and what an idiot would I have been if I didn’t capture it? The moment came with a photo and with a story, and I want to share them both with you.

The Chasing of the Princess
The Chasing of the Princess

“There I was walking around City Park when out of the nowhere Snow White passed me walking fast like she was late for something really important, well this is odd I though, but I took my phone out and snapped a photo, it’s not everyday you see a princess running late for a ball, the photo was far and a little blurry, I needed a better one, and that’s how I found myself chasing the princess like Alice chased the White Rabbit down the hole to Wonderland.

I tried to keep up with her, but the Princess was in a rush, I tried calling her name but she couldn’t hear me, she was really in a rush, and I was curious as for why. So I followed her, up and down, across a bridge, passed some bushes and behind the trees. She finally came to little park, there where lots of fun games, there also where other princesses playing around, they were having a party by the carousel, I saw Cinderella and Princess Jasmine, Tiana and Merida were also there, they all had on nice dresses and beautiful tiaras, they were having a blast, I stuck around for a little and watch them have play, oh what a wonderful moment it was. ”

How funny the coincidence that this weekend project was to make-believe and I ended up having my own Alice in Wonderland moment? All I can say is that today was a good day!

Happy Sunday y’all !!!!

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Monkey see, monkey do 

I have this awesome idea, I always have one of does, for a project where I only photograph tattoos. So I’ve been stopping random people on the streets and/or asking everyone I see and know with a cool tattoo to let me take a picture of them. I still don’t have enough material to make a post just for it, or I don’t know rent gallery space, but I couldn’t wait to share this one with you guys.

First because I freaking love monkeys, like I really do, I have monkeys all over my house (as decoration not real monkeys, that would be illegal). And second because if you analyze the tattoo it turns out to be more than just a tattoo of a monkey, it goes beyond just being a tattoo of a monkey.

I don’t know the story behind the tattoo or what it actually means to the person, when I took the photo I was with a group of people and I didn’t want to hold them, so I just snapped the photo, said thank you and kept on moving. This is my interpretation and what I believe the tattoo means, keeping that in mind, I could be totally fucking wrong.

In a very short easy way I think the tattoo means that music heals it all. If you notice the monkey is holding a broken heart, while listening to musing, playing a musical instrument and still showing a big smile. Music does heal, in so many ways music makes life so much better, easier to understand, simpler to enjoy. When you are happy you listen to music, dance around, laugh and have a good time. When you are sad, you listen to music (if you are like me drink lots and lots of wine) and cry yourself to sleep, either way music is the key to the moment.

Have you ever hear this songs and you have no clue what they mean,you even go as far as saying “this song is so stupid, makes not fucking sense!”, and then something in your life happens, your heart is broken, someone leaves your side, you win the lottery, and now you a big baller, and now that same song defines your life? This is one of the best times for me, when I discover something new in a song, something that was not there before, because life was not ready for me to understand it.

An other thing I love about this photo is that it shows how a simple tattoo can tell a story, how something so simple as colors on your skin can mean so much. This goes for any type of art really, but the fact that with a tattoo you can take you story with you everywhere and let people know it, makes it great. I know tattoos are still not completely accepted by society, and I understand why in some cases, but I still think ink is a great way of expressing yourself and showing who you are.

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I’ve been scared of taking photos of people, because they are complicated and I don’t really know how to directed them or what to do with them, unless is a candid I find it hard for me to snap a good shot, and that’s why I like buildings and streets, they are by nature, always a good shot.

But this week my friend and mentor forced me to step outside my box and take photos of him, so what started as me saying “are you sure you want me to take photos of you?” ended with me feeling him “get on that train and jump off of it!” (don’t worry the train was not moving!)

I had a blast!!! I put myself out there and came back with great shots!! I am so happy I did it!

Here are some of the photos I took, some are with my Nikon and others with his Cannon, I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed taking them!!!

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PS: What you guys think of the name and water mark?

What’s your special place?

I know by now ya’ll most be sick and tired of hearing me talk about how much I love  New Orleans, but I am like a kid, I can’t stop talking about what makes me happy. Today as I scrolled down my reader page I found this post The Draw of the Moor , the writer talks about his favorite place back home and how much he loves it there, go read it for details, he ends the post by asking “What’s your special place?”

Canal Street
Canal Street

For some it is hard to understand the concept of a place making you happy or feel at peace. I was one of those before, I used to believe that it was impossible for place to be so special for someone to develop actual feelings of love or happiness just by going and standing there, and then i moved to New Orleans and everything change.

It hit me out of the nowhere, one day while I was walking around the French Quarters with my best friend aka my camera, I love this city!! I am happy here, I feel complete, even when all my friends and family are still back home in Miami, even when I was not born in city or this country, this is home and this is where I belong.

There’s nothing I love the most than walking around the city, people watching and taking photos, I love the people, I love the couture, I love the food, I love the smells (if you are in Bourbon it smells like pee but you grow to like it, or it might just be me).

It is true when they say home is where the heart is, my heart belongs to Nola.

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In the spirit of inspiring others and keep the fun going on, why don’t you too answer the question; What’s your special place?

The reading man

Me and a couple of friends have decided to share a blog as a way of closing the physical distance between us. Here is my first post to Goombah’s Rhetoric , go check it out and follow!

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Goombah's Rhetoric

The reading man The reading man

As the night life goes on around him in the busy city of New Orleans he sits in his driveway lost in the wonderful word created by a book and his imagination.

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First love..

We all have our one true love, but we all also have our first love or platonic love, well my first love is New York City, so while Nola is the city I am in love with and I am committed to, NY is the city I scape to for old times’ sake. I am lucky enough that I get to visit at least once a year. This past weekend I was out and about in NYC and I have lots of photos to show, but I am still super tired from the trip so I have yet to sit down and pick and choose my favorite shots, I did pick one to show you guys real quick.

A train and kicks
A train and kicks

Hope you guys like it!!!!

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