Contrasts. The French Quarter is a study in contrasts. On one end, the upriver end, the French Quarter is bright, colorful and very bright. You know. Bourbon Street. Royal Street. Like that. As you head down river there are more residential streets. With that comes less of what I call the typical French Quarter light. It’s darker downriver. But, not foreboding.
If you read yesterday’s Storyteller, you kind of know where you are. See that little red spot? Way down the block? That’s one of the umbrellas at The Louisiana Pizza Kitchen. The French Market is just beyond that. Those big white clouds are lingering over the Gulf of Mexico. Way out there. A block away to the left is Esplanade Avenue and just beyond that is Frenchman Street, the once hip place to listen to music. Like many things, it got popular. It’s become an extension of the Quarter. Tourists found it. It’s not so hip anymore.
The picture. I made it sort of on the move. I braced myself up against a building support and pushed the button a couple of times. The street is glowing because it’s wet. From a storm. Of course, that little reflection helped a lot. It added quite a bit to what remained of the ambient light. I helped everything in post production, by slightly scrubbing the highlights that were hidden away in the shadows. That’s it.