Two Thousand

 

I Went Down to the River
The Mississippi River

Two Thousand posts. One a day.

That’s how many posts I’ve made on Storyteller.

That’s a lot.

Or, to put it another way, 5.479 Years. Or, 65.75 Months.

It wasn’t always Storyteller. And, it wasn’t always on WordPress. It started out on eBlogger. It started out as a New Mexican blog. Because that’s where I went after the storm.

But, as many New Orleanians have found out, you can’t really leave. I came back at every possible opportunity. Holidays. Mardi Gras. Celebrations. Just because. It doesn’t matter if you are from here. That really takes some time and effort. Like being in New Orleans for a couple of generations. Or, if you adopted this place once. If it gets inside you, you have to come back. I came back.

I’ve seen a lot. I’ve photographed it too. Happiness, Joy. Sadness. Rain. Water. Hurricanes. Floods. Dancing. Mardi Gras. Second Lines. Funerals. Music. I can’t even begin to list it all.

So. What to do to celebrate two thousand posts?

I really had no idea.

Then, it came to me. I’ve been back for four years. The actual return date was July 8. Close enough. Two anniversaries in one. Now, what to do? It came to me again. Pictures. Doh! But, how many? The best? The  most storytelling? The most colorful? Well, my best, most colorful and most storytelling are different from yours. Besides, they change a lot depending on a lot of things.

So. I created some rules or conventions. No broken stuff. No pictures from outside of the city. No “out on the road” pictures. No pictures that didn’t weren’t about New Orleans. No nature. Sounds pretty negative, huh?

How about this?

The pictures had to be about the sense of place. The feel. The color. The sound. The heat. The people. The energy. The music. They had to give you a sense of what I feel. What I see.

These are them.

Oh yeah. Some technical issues had to be overcome and a few boundaries set. How many pictures? One for each month that I’ve been back in the city. So, 48. I had to mess with WordPress to see if I could actually publish 48 pictures at one time. Yes, I know that I have really been publishing this blog for about 66 months, but I wanted the pictures to be about New Orleans. I also tried to display these pictures as a gallery. It can be done, but you have to open them since they are no bigger than about 1800 pixels wide. That’s not very user-friendly. And, I couldn’t write enough to explain what you are seeing. So…

One more thing. These aren’t the best of four years work. Be my very definition they can’t be. I made some pretty good pictures — I thought, anyway — away from the city. These are the best 48 pictures that tell you my story. In my city. Because… all art is autobiographical. They say.

I hope this works. I hope you like it.

Orange
Very First Second Line
KVD-2
Mardi Gras. Crew Du Vieux
The St. Louis Cathedral has become a magical place for me, especially when I am chasing light and weather.
The St. Louis Cathedral has become a magical place for me, especially when I am chasing light and weather.
Satchmo Second Line dancers.
Satchmo Second Line dancers.
The French Market, normally a busy place, is closed for the night.
The French Market, normally a busy place, is closed for the night.
Magic
The French Quarter
My favorite building in The French Quarter.
My favorite building in The French Quarter.
One night in the French Quarter.
One night in the French Quarter.
Motion & Color
Motion & Color
On a bright Sunday
On a bright Sunday
It was wet.
It was wet.
Flambeaux
Flambeaux
Another Mardi Gras Indian Portrait
Another Mardi Gras Indian Portrait
From the front. St. Louis Cathedral during magic hour.
From the front. St. Louis Cathedral during magic hour.
Pictures in the house.
Pictures in the house.
Big Chief Juan Pardo
Big Chief Juan Pardo
Interstate 10 heading into New Orleans.
Interstate 10 heading into New Orleans.
Summer light in the residential side of The French Quarter.
Summer light in the residential side of The French Quarter.
A very gentle street portrait I made at a second line parade.
A very gentle street portrait I made at a second line parade.
Walking, rain or shine.
Walking, rain or shine.
Mardi Gras World and the skyline.
Mardi Gras World and the skyline.
Vaughn's at dusk.
Vaughn’s at dusk.
Second line music.
Second line music.
Details. Tuba. Stickers.
Details. Tuba. Stickers.
Dance Two
Dance Two
Big jazz funeral yesterday. Huge, in fact.
Big jazz funeral yesterday. Huge, in fact.
High School Marching Bands. Krewe of Druids and Nyx.
High School Marching Bands. Krewe of Druids and Nyx.
Brass band member taking a coffee break at CC's.
Brass band member taking a coffee break at CC’s.
Stuff. For Sale. Used. Cheap.
Stuff. For Sale. Used. Cheap.
Keeping It Real
Keeping It Real
Spy Boy Dow
Spy Boy Dow
Buried in color.
Buried in color.
Making music... a tight portrait
Making music… a tight portrait
A little dancing and eating lunch.
A little dancing and eating lunch.
A big storm blew through the city.
A big storm blew through the city.
Mardi Gras Indian
Mardi Gras Indian
Young Prince
Young Prince
Sean's.... again.
Sean’s…. again.
Blue
Blue
French Quarter
French Quarter
Leading the band...
Leading the band…
The brass band prepares.
The brass band prepares.
New Orleans from Algiers Point.
New Orleans from Algiers Point.
A little leveling, the king and his fellow paraders.
A little leveling, the king and his fellow paraders.
A light tight.
A light tight.
Purple Big Chief
Purple Big Chief
It was hot.
It was hot.
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18 Comments

  1. Cities near water are always fascinating to me. I especially like ‘ON A BRIGHT SUNDAY’ because I like the people seen as embedded in their environment. It really makes for a unique whole.

  2. Wow, what a fascinating and beautiful representation of New Orleans and its culture! You’ve captured the spirit of NOLA just perfectly; love this. And congrats on 2,000 posts! 😃

  3. Ray, Huge congrats on your milestone post. That in itself is an incredible feat. But your photos. Man. Your photos…
    You are a pro at capturing the spirit and vibe–the soul–of your subjects. And your use of color. Exquisite.
    Hard to pick a fave, impossible really. But the two that linger most are the “sweet portrait from the second line parade” (that face) and the French Quarter cafe/diner (reminds me of a fave painting, Nighthawks). Beautiful work, amazing accomplishment. Kudos! -c

    1. Thank you so much. I never realized how many posts I’d made until about number 1994 or something like that. I happened to look at the number and, well, sort of amazed myself. I just did it. I had no plans. I just kept showing my work. And that cafe you like? You nailed it. Before I left to make pictures that night I was listening to Tom Waits’ “Nighthawks at the Diner,” which is his tribute to Hopper and a painting that I’ve always loved too.

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