Among the many memories from Momenta Workshops past, the night the power went out on Frenchmen St. is among my favorites. Pouring rain, jazz bar vignettes lit by flashlight or a lighter, a moment of silence. New Orleans being the magical city that it is though, the silence lasted just that, a moment, after which the band picked up where they had left off and the good time kept rolling in the dark. We had taken the students out for a night of jazz and celebration after a week of documenting nonprofits working in the area. Photography workshops, the good ones, are full immersion, intense experiences, with days of photography intermixed with tough editing sessions and followed by more photography. Each day is capped by lectures, which overflow organically into photo talks at a nearby bar stretching into the wee hours of the morning. And the next day you do it all over again, hopefully learning more, pushing yourself farther, experimenting more with your camera, and getting far enough outside of your comfort zone that you start to feel more than think, and make photos more than take photos. It’s inspiring for both the student and the instructor, invigorating. Getting back to the core love of photography and storytelling is the basis of every workshop. Friendships are born, careers inspired, and everyone is connected by photo love. Tomorrow I fly down to help teach my fourth New Orleans Workshop with Momenta and I can’t wait. Here’s to a new week of photo love!