Photographer, based in New Orleans. Lover of tacos, pirogues and awkward conversations about masculinity. Friends call me Road Biscuit.
If there’s a “holiday” I can get behind, it’s International Beer Day. Few things have been more central to my client work over the last several years—beer’s taken me all over, from hop fields in Idaho and Germany, to breweries in at least five countries. Pictured here: a mountain of hops from last year’s harvest in Bavaria. Sharing some favorite memories in the stories GalleryIf there’s a “holiday” I can get behind, it’s International Beer Day. Few things have been more central to my client work over the last several years—beer’s taken me all over, from hop fields in Idaho and Germany, to breweries in at least five countries. Pictured here: a mountain of hops from last year’s harvest in Bavaria. Sharing some favorite memories in the stories
Thought I hooked a monster redfish this morning, but I’d actually snagged the tail of a 6-ish foot gator. Fought it for a solid 15 minutes, then managed to pull it within inches of the kayak before seeing the scales slowly rising to the surface. Cut line and threw away my shorts GalleryThought I hooked a monster redfish this morning, but I’d actually snagged the tail of a 6-ish foot gator. Fought it for a solid 15 minutes, then managed to pull it within inches of the kayak before seeing the scales slowly rising to the surface. Cut line and threw away my shorts
I’ve had a strong itch to ride my bike lately, so I called my dad to set up a trip; he tells me @jmcollie’s had the same urge, and he’s already pulled his into the shop for a tune-up. Thought it might just be summer settling in, but this popped up: a self portrait with Jason from July 23, 2015—a quick glance as we gassed up for a family ride. We’d planned to be at the 75th anniversary rally in Sturgis that weekend, but had to cancel so I could have emergency surgery. I haven’t ridden much since then, honestly, for many reasons—but this is the first time I’ve really missed it. Let’s ride GalleryI’ve had a strong itch to ride my bike lately, so I called my dad to set up a trip; he tells me @jmcollie’s had the same urge, and he’s already pulled his into the shop for a tune-up. Thought it might just be summer settling in, but this popped up: a self portrait with Jason from July 23, 2015—a quick glance as we gassed up for a family ride. We’d planned to be at the 75th anniversary rally in Sturgis that weekend, but had to cancel so I could have emergency surgery. I haven’t ridden much since then, honestly, for many reasons—but this is the first time I’ve really missed it. Let’s ride
I was gonna make a tomato sandwich with ricotta (because mayo is trash; fight me), but then I got stir crazy from the weather and made fancy toast instead. Diced and salted the heirlooms to extract enough liquid for a tomato vinaigrette, then topped with lemon zest, salt and pepper, and whatever herbs were left in the fridge. Tastes like sunshine after a hurricane, but also very tomato-y GalleryI was gonna make a tomato sandwich with ricotta (because mayo is trash; fight me), but then I got stir crazy from the weather and made fancy toast instead. Diced and salted the heirlooms to extract enough liquid for a tomato vinaigrette, then topped with lemon zest, salt and pepper, and whatever herbs were left in the fridge. Tastes like sunshine after a hurricane, but also very tomato-y
Stayed off the water today to spend time in the kitchen, starting with this blistered corn and cucumber salad with fresh gulf shrimp and Creole tomatoes, in a lime-chili-fish-sauce dressing. Recipe from @coluhenry and @nytcooking GalleryStayed off the water today to spend time in the kitchen, starting with this blistered corn and cucumber salad with fresh gulf shrimp and Creole tomatoes, in a lime-chili-fish-sauce dressing. Recipe from @coluhenry and @nytcooking
Water flowing through the Bonnet Carré Spillway, July 5, 2019. Just a few miles upriver from New Orleans, the spillway diverts water from the Mississippi through Lake Pontchartrain, releasing pressure on lower levee systems during flood stages—at more than 180 days (and counting), the current flood marks the longest on record. Prior to 2019, the spillway had been opened only 12 times, and for no longer than 75 days in a year (1973)—this year, it’s been opened twice, now totaling 100 days. The Army Corps of Engineers has said that it may finally begin to close some of the 168 open bays this month GalleryWater flowing through the Bonnet Carré Spillway, July 5, 2019. Just a few miles upriver from New Orleans, the spillway diverts water from the Mississippi through Lake Pontchartrain, releasing pressure on lower levee systems during flood stages—at more than 180 days (and counting), the current flood marks the longest on record. Prior to 2019, the spillway had been opened only 12 times, and for no longer than 75 days in a year (1973)—this year, it’s been opened twice, now totaling 100 days. The Army Corps of Engineers has said that it may finally begin to close some of the 168 open bays this month
Black eyed peas with ham hocks and a punchy salsa verde, over rice, with yogurt, lemon zest and black pepper. Because it’s summer, but also a rainy Monday. 🤷🏻♂️ GalleryBlack eyed peas with ham hocks and a punchy salsa verde, over rice, with yogurt, lemon zest and black pepper. Because it’s summer, but also a rainy Monday. 🤷🏻♂️