Faces in the crowd at the Mardi Gras parade. It was so packed it was hard to shoot individuals or small groups of people. At one point I set myself up in the shadows under a viaduct, looking at the streams of people walking from downtown into the Soulard district, like the photography advice sites say, waiting for people to come to me. Sorta worked. It was a lot easier to shoot up to people on the floats.
I'm not a pop music fan but some of it leaks through to me. The song mentioned in the caption is well known. People sometimes chant it. I've given it a try only once. We once found ourselves on Myajima Island off the southern coast of Japan. The whole island is a Buddhist temple and Shinto shrine. Our group leader took us to a tiny bar, not even a sign outside. There was karaoke, of course. The patrons were mostly Japanese with some Brits and a few Swedes. We were the only Americans. To be brief, after rather too much sake the karaoke songbook was passed to me. I called up Springsteen's Born In The USA, singing a bit too loudly and with unreliable pitch. The other patrons, as Queen Victoria once said, were not amused.
