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Category: Big Easy

  • Home, Not Home

    Y es. I was taking you through my travels, but soon New Orleans will fade into my rambles. I’d like to say I have mixed emotions about leaving, but I don’t. The city is very broken. We are on pace to have the highest number of murders per capita. That means we’ll have around 350…

  • One Night

    Ah yes. One night in The French Quarter.One night on Bourbon Street. Bourbon Street. The street where music never stops. The girls always beckon. If you pay for them. The place where beer and alcohol flows like water. It smells like it. The place where a lot of people show their true selves. It is…

  • Not Quite So Broken

    I made this picture in Holy Cross. That’s in roughly the same place as yesterday’s picture. But, this one is a little more whimsical and colorful. I especially like the car. It came from California. Of course it did. If you look on the porch of the pink house — Oh wait. Excuse me. The…

  • Vapor

    One thing about summer in New Orleans, or anywhere else that is a semi tropical place, is the humidity. It really shows itself in the form of condensation in the early morning on glass objects of all kinds. Windows are great fun to photograph as well as anything that is located on the shadow side of a…

  • Sometimes It Rains… Hard

    The thing about living in New Orleans in the summer is that you never know when it is going to rain. You can start out with a bright, sunny day. Then. BAM. You can’t run to your car or open your umbrella quick enough. Umbrellas become yet another sort of accoutrement in the summer. Even in…

  • Another Night.

    So. A few nights ago I attended White Linen Night in New Orleans. The Crescent City. The Big Easy. The City That Care Forgot. Yeah. That place. The weather really was a little too hot and too humid for my taste. But, we were all dressed in white so we were cooler. We thought. We…

  • Rain. The Quarter.

    Sometimes you get the right light and weather conditions. Sometimes, you don’t. I think I got those two right. I’m not so sure the subject holds up. On the other hand, French Quarter roofs are pretty interesting. So. Here it is.

  • Those Were The Days. Or Not.

    I saw this on my walk through The Quarter. I had to photograph it. I make no cultural comments. Angelo Brocato is long longer in The French Quarter. They are located on Carrollton near Canal Street. They are New Orleans beloved Italian sweet shop. Ice cream that is the best. Often, we eat dinner at…

  • Bikes in The Quarter

    So. I was very late yesterday and I’m very early today. That’s what happens when I can’t sleep. This is one of those pictures I made on my walk through The French Quarter. The bikes are typical for the rough streets located there. For me, the added touch was the faded Mardi Gras beads which…