Magazine Street

On Magazine Street towards dusk.

On my way. To someplace else.

Actually, I was sort of circling around. Going home from a casual meeting with writer Sharon Cathcart at the Hotel Montelone’s Carousel Bar. She is in town for a writer’s meeting.

We’d talked back and forth via comments here and on her blog. We decided to meet. We chatted and had a good time even though she was exhausted from getting up way too early for a cross-country flight. She writes a lot about New Orleans things. She says she feels at home here. Home is where your heart is, they say. Please see some of her work at


I made a few pictures at the bar. I made a few pictures in the French Quarters. I made a few pictures in the CBD. I made a few pictures Uptown. I just kept making pictures. I made more pictures. Even more pictures. I went too far. I even passed my home.

No worries. A right. A left. Another right. Another left. A one way street. A pothole. A minor traffic jam. And, I was home. And, another pothole.

The picture. It’s sort of a classic. Lower Magazine Street at sunset. It’s not a hard picture to make. You just have to be there at the right time. Currently, the right time is around 7:15 pm. You can plan that. Or, you can be lucky. I was lucky last night. Sharon and I could have hung out longer. I would have missed this. Or, we could have had an earlier night and I wouldn’t have been there. However…

I made the picture while I was rolling. I just let the camera do its thing and I kept driving. The speed limit is 20 mph. Slower is better since the street is normally very crowded. I did a lot developing and post production work this morning. I didn’t take long since nature did her work.


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  1. The mood in this picture reminds me of the first one of yours I ever saw and fell in love with, the Louisiana Pizza Kitchen. There’s something about the sky that pulls you up the street and into it. Love it! And also, how cool that you and Sharon met. Maybe the chat put you in the mood for the making of the pictures.

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    • Next time, we’ll meet you. I forgot about the LPK picture. I have plenty of stories to tell about that place. Here’s one. When we were cleaning our house after Katrina that was one of the few restaurants open. During that time there was a lot of lawlessness, so I stayed armed at the hip. I walked in the LPK to buy lunch. EVERYBODY was armed. None of us thought anything of it. Buy, I thought, “pity the fool who thinks he’s gonna rob this place.”

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  2. How nice to have spent time with a fellow blogger who feels such a connection to your city! You’ve captured what is always my favorite time of day. I love to observe a sunset, which is often difficult for me from home because of all the trees. I have started noticing power lines differently since paying close attention to your photography. That’s the truth. I always avoided…and I’ve come to see them with interest.

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    • Sunsets are interesting from a photo standpoint. Everybody photographs them, so I don’t really. Except… Telephone lines make sense in a more urban environment. Or, at least as leading lines in a picture just as a long stretch of highway works. Around here we can’t avoid since the can’t be buried because we are mostly built on swamp land.


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