That Baby Leica.
If we could travel it would be a wonderful travel camera. As it is, I’ll have to drive around and pretend to be on a trip.
And, speaking of trips, this state is a trip. The governor did what he was expected to do. He made wearing masks mandatory in public places throughout the state. He closed all the bars except for drive up. That should tell you something about the state. He and his advisors will meet and possibly make changes on July 24.
The screams outnumbered those of us who said — finally — by at least three to one. Oh well, I never said you could please everybody. Besides, our statewide daily infection rate is higher than the original surge in April.
The Pictures
The truth is that I was returning from getting a haircut. My first one in five months. The clouds looked appealing so I headed upriver on Highway 61, which we call Airline Drive down our way. The pictures are in order of how I like them. However, I’m writing about them from the bottom, up.
I see cloudy and stormy days in shades of blue rather than dull gray. So, I help them along. Blue adds feeling to the picture. I want you to feel. Besides that, there is very little change.
I turned left instead of looping around and heading right on Highway 61. No rain yet. And, very few people. Even though we had moved to phase one of our reopening, most of us were staying home unless we needed something. I combined my haircut with a grocery run. I generally plan errands like that, but now it seems more important than ever.
You are looking upriver. The first overpass is an elevated roundabout. Turn to the right in my picture and you go to big shopping malls. Look to the left and you go to the river and River Road. There is an ammo dump at the foot of River Road and the overpass which is called Causeway. If you pass the shopping centers and keep going you come to the bridge that is 22 miles long and takes you over Lake Ponchartrain to the Northshore.
The next overpass is a railroad bridge. Yes. Trains fly through the air around here.
Picture two. It was time to go home some I headed to Earhart Expressway. This little overpass that I’m on is a truck route. Unfortunately, a car met a truck further up the road. There was heavy traffic in a place where there should have been no traffic at the time of day I was out and about.
Picture three. I’m on Airline Drive — Highway 61, if you prefer — waiting for a light to change. I had plenty of time to make photographs.
The baby Leica came through like the champ it is. It’s fairly small. It has a fixed zoom lens that is equivalent to a 24-75 mm lens. Of course in small camera speak the lens size is tiny. For me, and the ways that I use this camera, it is almost perfect. It’s quiet and processes images without having to think about it. I can also make 4k video.
When I make pictures like these I turn the camera to everything auto. The Germans who designed it called it snapshot mode. Uh huh. When I make pictures like yesterday’s of the singing woman, I use manual everything. The camera magically becomes a working photographer’s camera.
Sheesh.
Stay safe. Stay mighty. You know what to do. Enjoy every bar drink because after tonight there won’t be any.
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Thank you. I’ll have a look at yours in a bit.
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Awwwww….. brilliant shots, but hey… who’s driving and taking pics at the same time?!!!!! š
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It might have been me.
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I thought so!!!!!! š
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I thought I said might. š
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Did I mention that I was stopped for a traffic light for most of those pictures? I must gave forgotten.
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š¬š±!!!!!!!!! I’ve only gone as far as being recorded swearing because i dropped my phone while filming raindrops and driving! š¤£š Hubs however has been stopped for whistling a composition on his recorder while driving! Seems us women get away with a lot of stuff!!!! š š¤£šš¤£šš¤£š
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Police saw your husband talking on a phone. He wasn’t but… oth, I was using a real camera. Sometimes musical miss drives while I work, but she’s a Texan so 90 mph is slow.
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A ha ha haaaaaaa you have an incredibly steady hand!!!!!!!!!!!!
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It’s a funny thing about that. Some optical rule says that the faster you go the easier it is to keep your subject sharp. Unless I’m panning, the image is very sharp. Of course in New Orleans, you cannot speed because you are dodging potholes. Our street looks like Berlin 1946.
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Ah, yes… we have those here too. Some say they’re there to keep us alert! Probably same reason why you have them. State wants its citizens smart and alert! šš¤£šš¤£
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Nah. We have them because the city government is incompetent. Our potholes are deep. Some people plant gardens in them. We have corn growing in the closest one.
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It’s all part of the green plan and you’re complaining, some people huh?!!!!!! š šš¤£ššš¤Ŗ
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Oh great. Our cars suspension is getting broken. I’m sure a couple of struts need repair. I’ve replaced four or five tires because I managed to hit the edge of one of them just right. Blammo. I guess there goes my monetary contribution to the cause. That’s okay. I’d rather feed the homeless. I can do that with my own two hands.
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I remember one day seeing this poor car cut in half, bottom part, suspension, wheels etc tilted on top of a ‘Grand Canyon” hole and top part a little further ahead! Turns out the guy sued the state and he received a lot of money! š That hole is now closed but I’m sure others will magically turn up!
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One of street cars made a turn onto a street that is very touristy populate. It hit a pothole under the tracks. The pothole opened up and the street car fell into a giant cavern.
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šš¦š¬I think we could easily fill the Britannica with those stories, under: “street adventures”, or simply: “bumpy roads”!
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I suppose. But, this was peak NOLA. New Orleans is a third word Caribbean country. Tourists love it. Those who live here have a love hate relationship with it.
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I can imagine!
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