Yesterday, I wrote a little about Freret Street and its relationship to Central City. I thought I’d give you all a quick look at the street and some of the things that you can see there. It’s an overview and I’m sure I’ve missed something that somebody might think is important, but these kinds of shoots are always a work in progress.

The best way for me to work is to walk. Slowing down helps me to see. The longer I stay in a place, the more I see. Sometimes, it just takes a moment to look down. 

I think this is the last rain picture for now. But, they say to never say never. I have no idea who “they” are, but it sound right to me. It’s another example of an image being driven by technology. That rarely works. But, for pictures like the last couple that I’ve posted it works just fine since the pictures seem to be all about bokeh, light and color

A massive second line parade for Uncle Lionel Batiste rambled through Treme yesterday evening.  As with all things New Orleans, the parade was supposed to start at 5p, but it started a little late. When it finally began to roll a pack of photographers descended on Norman Batiste, Lionel’s brother. Obviously, if you look at the picture you can see that I was among them. Oh well. I do what I do. History in the making and all of that. The family asked everyone to dress in white — at least those who were going to Sweet Lorraine’s for music. As you can see, most of the photographers went their own way when it came to dress. I listened to the family. The funny thing about that was I grabbed an un-ironed white cotton shirt. I looked like a raisin. But, between the humidity, the heat and the rain, it looked as if it had been freshly ironed. Of course, wearing that into any kind of air-conditioned place was no joy. 

Every now and then I walk along Magazine Street in New Orleans just to see what I can see. Old businesses close. New business pop up in their place. Window displays change. Locals and tourists mix together. So. Yesterday was no different. While it the street seems the same, things always change. I suppose that’s true anywhere. I found this little display in a window. The white hand in the middle of the red and black caught my eye. There almost seems to be a little mystery to it.

Red for sale.

Summertime means a lot of things to a lot of people.  Around here usually means really fresh fruits and veggies. We have the Strawberry Festival in Ponchatula. We sell summer fresh fruits and veggies on the streets, out of trucks, and from mom and pop stores.And, today and tomorrow we celebrate the Creole Tomato Festival in The French Market. Assuming that I actually get there, I’ll share some of those pictures with you tomorrow. I was going today, but a lot of stuff got in the way. But, to make up for that here’s a juicy, ripe Strawberry.

I was reading something about Margherita Pizzas and that got me thinking about the fresh tomatoes of summer. Yes. I know that the only tomatoes in a Margherita Pizza are in the sauce, but that’s joust how my mind works. Then I started thinking about gardens past. That’s also how my mind works. Then I thought about this picture and how it was a week’s yield of one of my older gardens. And, that one was grown in pots. In New Mexico. I’ve had regular, in ground gardens in Louisiana that have yielded bushels and bushels of tomatoes over the course of the summer because, as a former neighbor said, “stuff just grows here.” They didn’t take much work. The gardens in New Mexico took a huge amount of work.

Not just any red. Fuzzy dice red. With an American flag. I thought I’d post this as a walk up to a long Memorial Day weekend. Originally it was called Decoration Day and it was established to honor the Union war dead who were killed during the Civil War (In The United States — for those of my foreign guests). The Confederate war dead were honored on another day in May. It was later expanded to those military who died in all wars and now it has sort of morphed into a day of remembering all dead. At any rate, it’s become family day when people gather to look at fireworks shows, have a barbecue and generally enjoy the bookmark holiday that marks the arrival of summer.

This picture was made at a car show. It has all of the elements. And, it’s mostly read. As you know, I like red. Technical specs? Not many. F8 and be there. Keep your eyes open. Post production was done using Topaz which gave it that grainy feel. I don’t use Topaz very much these days. I use OnOne, which gives me a little more control.

Time to move. At least on this blog. Today’s picture is from The Bywater area of New Orleans. The Bywater is an old blue collar area of the city. It once was home to a  lot of coffee importers and roasting plants. There were also a lot a fruit importers located there, too. But, that’s all gone now. The big buildings are being repurposed into lofts, condo, art galleries or have just been abandoned and torn down. The neighborhood has changed as well. It’s being repopulated by hipsters. They are artists, musicians and other kinds of creatives. Oh, and by the way, my use of the word hipster is not a bad thing. They are rebuilding flood ravaged areas that were horribly run down before the storm. In other words, they are investing the city. My city.

Oh yeah. I like their hats.

This picture. Funny thing. I made this picture a few years ago. It’s kind of a signature picture for me. A few months ago I was driving down the street where this bike lives. And, there it was. In the same place. Still chained to a porch railing, a little more faded and worn but still working and functioning. Sounds like a metaphor for life. Or, for me.