This picture sort of fits into the more general theme of “the city that care forgot.” I’d thought about publishing a sort of drifty, wind-blown flower picture. But, I’m not ready for it yet. Maybe Sunday, since it’s a nice gentle image. For now, I’ll go with this gothic church. It’s located Uptown, but I’ll be darned if I can remember how to get there. At least right now. Likely, if I started looking for it, once I get into the neighborhood my visual memory will kick in and I’ll find it by landmarks. For now, the best I can do is to tell you that it’s located Uptown, way upriver. Helpful, aren’t I?
Part of my problem is that I’m tired. I have finally gotten over whatever ailed me, but I was in the other LA for the better part of the week. The one on the West Coast. I’d like to tell you that our visit to Los Angeles was for pleasure, but how pleasurable are two funerals? I did eat at my favorite Mexican restaurant in the whole world. It’s located in East LA. That’s another one of those places I find by landmark. Of course, the main landmark is across the street… the cathedral where I was baptized. This, of course, explains a lot. Born in Brooklyn, baptized in East LA, raised in Long Beach and living in New Orleans. Would could go wrong with all of that?
Getting back to this LA. Louisiana. More specifically, this gothic-like church. The one in the post. I photographed it around dusk on a cloudy day. That helped with the base picture. Then, I worked on the picture in post production. I made the picture look as scary as I could without going too far. Me? Too far? Hmmm…
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