Another night in The French Quarter.
This is what happens when you break the rules. You know. Don’t shoot into the light. Keep the light behind you. Use a flash at night. Why? Why? Why? Yeah. You’ll get a picture. It’ll likely be boring. If you take a chance something good might happen. Sort of like life. I suppose.
I made this picture at the end of a night in the French Quarter. Taking pictures. I was walking back to my car, down the middle of Royal Street, when a mule drawn carriage was headed straight for me. I had some distance between the driver and me, so I stood there and took a couple of pictures. Then I did some post production and added some more evilness to the image.
There you have it.
I owe my thinking to a colleague and friend of mine. She is putting the finishing touches and a French Quarter inspired book. I’ve read a bit of it. If her book had end plates, this is the picture. Even though this is just a mule drawn carriage that appeals to the tourist trade, in this picture it looks like an old school hearse. The ones you see at jazz funerals.