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Category: Neighborhoods

  • 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…

  • An Experiment

    Hmmmmmm… Sometimes, I have to eat my words. Many of you contacted me. You don’t want me to end Storyteller. Amazingly, you like it. I don’t want to end it either. Sometimes I get a little burnt out and want a break. But, right now I’m pretty energized. I’d like to keep going. So, I’m…

  • Churches

    New Orleans is full of churches. All kinds of churches. But, mainly Catholic churches. Many of them have been closed, or are for sale. As the population of the city declined there is no need for so many churches. Then, along came Katrina and the population dropped substantially. So, even more churches were closed. They…

  • An Orange Picture

    Well. An orange shirt anyway. This is an image from a second line parade in Central City. It was a big one. Six divisions. Stretched for blocks. Big enough that even The Rebirth Brass Band Marched. Sheesh. They won a Grammy last year. But. These things are very special. And, very, very traditional. For me,…

  • 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…

  • Supposedly Haunted

    In yesterday’s post I talked a little bit about the small St. Bernard Parish town of Algiers. It is really known for two things. Maybe more. But, the two that come to mind is that’s where the Domino sugar plant is located. You can’t miss it. Its smokestacks tower about everything. The second landmark is…

  • Sometime I Wonder

    I was poking around in Arabi. No, not in The Middle East. It’s a little town across the border from Orleans Parish, located in St. Bernard Parish. For the most part, it’s a pretty little place. The houses look like they belong in New Orleans. And, they are just about as old as the ones…

  • Scenes from Freret Street

    Yesterday, I wrote a little about Freret Street and its relationship to Central City. I thought I’d give you all a quick look at the street and some of the things that you can see there. It’s an overview and I’m sure I’ve missed something that somebody might think is important, but these kinds of…

  • Listening

    Sometimes when I photograph events I use them to document more than the event itself. I look for little slices of life that might — I emphasize that — tell me something about the people who are taking part in the vent, or the location or just something about the parade, or second line, or… whatever.…