I was standing on the corner of Fifth and Vermouth when I saw this scene. Nah. That’s a line from a Tom Waits song. I, however, was standing on the corner of Ursulines and Bourbon Streets. In The French Quarter. On my way to the Krewe du Vieux parade.
I saw this scene. It’s a cross between a Tom Waits song and Edward Hopper’s “Nighthawks at the Diner.” I just had to take this picture. It needed to be a little lonely feeling. So. I waited. For cars. For passersby. For a lone dog. Then it happened. A clear view. I shot like crazy. Like mad. I framed the picture a couple of different ways. This is the one I like best.
This always happens. Pictures on the way to some place else.
In theory, I’m out and about these next two weeks photographing all things Mardi Gras. But, then I stumble — literally since our streets are the worst — into something that I like better. Obviously, I get distracted easily.
The picture. By now you’ve figured out that I found the scene. The technical details are simple. Using the new magic lens, the 18 – 105mm, handheld. I used auto ISO, auto shutter speed at f 5.6. That’s about it.