This place is historic. It’s located on the Mississippi River. It was built in 1905. It was shut down in 1973. It was sold by Entergy (NOLA’s electric power provider) to Market Street Properties in 2007. They filed for bankruptcy in 2009 and for reorganization in 2012. It was auctioned last month… to one of the developers who bought it originally. He also foreclosed on it. He was the only bidder. How does that work?
Seems like a typical New Orleans business deal to me.
The most interesting information is this. Although this is part of a 47 acre redevelopment plan that stretches from the convention center to a little beyond the power station, there are no immediate plans for development. Nothing. Zero. Zip. Nada. I sense some kind of scam. That eventually I’m going to pay for, along with the rest of city taxpayers. I better move.
That’s a good thing for me. And, people like me. Not the scam. The lack of development plans.
Although it is almost — note that — closed up tight as a drum, there are plenty of pictures to still be made there. Like this one. I just liked the angles. The shapes. I really wasn’t trying to document anything. If you’d like, you can scroll around throughout the last few years of Storyteller. I’ve been there plenty of times. I’ll likely return again. And, again. And…
This little neighborhood is changing rapidly. When I first started working there, about four years ago, there were old buildings everywhere. If you recall, I liked to photograph the “brick street.” The streets were brick. The buildings were brick. The walls were brick. Today, there is one lone brick building standing on the street. The rest have been rehabbed beyond the point of recognition or they are gone. One of my favorites was torn down much earlier this year. As I passed by yesterday, I saw more heavy demolition going on. It appears that the cement slabs and anything built into the ground is being torn out. This is preparation for new piles to be driven into the soil to support a new structure. And, then… new condos that are designed to look old. And to be way over priced.
Oh well. Time marches on. We change. Jobs change. Some for the better. Some are just disrupted. Because.
The picture. I’m not talking. Just know that it is along the lines of F8 and be there. Just know that I’ll be back. Until they lock me out completely. Yes. There were two guys driving black pick ups, wearing lime green glow-in-the-dark vests poking around like they owned the place. They had hard hats too. They were wearing them. I don’t have a hard hat. Maybe I should.
But, I have a flashlight.