When it rains around here, we often get some very pretty light as the clouds break and the sun peaks through the remaining clouds. Yes. The light is pretty. But, not as pretty as it is in — oh, say — New Mexico. But, that’s a whole other story. A better story is this one. Although I very rarely get lost, I completely misplaced my favorite street in New Orleans. Yeah. I know. Probably early onset something or other. But, this is amazing. Even to me. There is an old section of New Orleans that was once a heavy warehouse district. But, not THE warehouse district. For the most part, it stands alone and forgotten. One of the streets is still paved in cobblestones. The buildings on either side of it are made of brick. For the longest time, I was convinced that the cobblestones had been torn out and replaced by concrete. Well. That didn’t happen. The street moved. Well. That didn’t happen either. I just completely missed my mark. The cobblestone street is still there. The only thing that has changed is that someone either lives or works in a building I thought was abandoned and the brick building on the other side of the street is being restored. Slowly.
The Holy Cross area in New Orleans is actually a sub-district of The 9th Ward. Sub district is one of those words that I stumbled upon while researching what I photographed. So, this is St. Maurice Church. It’s been decommissioned by the Catholic Church in New Orleans and is now for sale. The church was built in 1857. It really doesn’t look it, but that’s what the sign on the wall said. That’s also what any history I found said. It must be correct. Maybe not. I’m skeptical that way. Numbers add up to nothin’, you know?
First, St. Maurice. He was the leader of the Roman Theban Legion. They were famous. In the Third Century. He was ordered by Maximian to kill a large group of Christians. He refused and Maximian ordered his own troops be decimated. That means killing one of every ten soldiers. When that didn’t work, he killed them all. The Christians. The soldiers. And, St. Maurice. He did that in what is now Switzerland. And, you wonder why they stay neutral.
Second. Holy Cross. It is the final eastward development of New Orleans. It was established in 1849 by a group by brothers, sisters and priests of — you guessed it — The Order of The Holy Cross. They built an orphanage which became what was Holy Cross School in 1895. The school moved to Gentilly — another area in New Orleans — after the entire Holy Cross area was flooded by Hurricane Katrina.
I didn’t know any of this until I took the picture and decided to do a little poking around. Well, that’s not entirely true. I know what decimated means. I studied Latin in high school. Anyway, it just shows you what a little research can do. That, and boredom.
The picture. More i-Phone work. I tuned it up a bit. Well, a lot. I used by Snapseed and OnOne to do the work. The picture was silhouetted, but didn’t have much else. I thought the church was a little spooky so I created a picture to reflect what I saw.
I don’t normally ask for things like this. But, please vote for this picture. Here. http://www.bucketlistpublications.com/portfolio-view/travel-photo-contest-19/ I’ve entered it in a fellow blogger’s travel photo contest.
It was made a few years ago in Albuquerque, New Mexico on the opening day of The International Balloon Fiesta. It was mostly a combination of luck and, well, luck. I was heading towards the balloon field for the first morning’s mass ascension when I ran into a massive traffic jam on the interstate. Yes. I left for the even in plenty of time. By the time I worked my way through all the traffic many of the balloons were already in the air. So I drove around to the backside of the balloon field and happened to find the this picture.
I’m not even sure what to call this picture. I suppose it’s mostly about color. I made it as part of my four-year old picture a day project. But, I made it as I was going from place to another. From my car windshield. Just as my traffic light turned green. Oh. Not to worry. There was nobody waiting behind me. I’d like to think that I’m not one of those. Maybe I am when it comes to pictures.
It must be my mood. I like this picture. A lot. I don’t know why. It was made in Albuquerque, New Mexico. It is located at the most far western end of Central Avenue, which means it is also where the Albuquerque’s section of old Route 66 comes to an end. This was one of those combination gas station-restaurant-grocery stores. I have no idea whether it was abandoned first and then burned, or the other way around. But, this is what it looked like when I got to it.
Yes. I’ve done some things to this picture to help you see what I felt. The workflow is a little complicated. I made the exposure with a Nikon, I uploaded it to my i-Pad and did the post production in Snapseed which is a Nik product. Then I sent it back to my main computer. As I wrote, I like the picture. I’d love to know what you think.
Most people know about the summer weather in New Orleans. The temperatures turn very hot. The humidity rises to sauna level. There is a lot of rain… but only for short periods of time. The clouds become very dramatic. This summer season is no different from most, except that the weather got hotter sooner than normal. That warms up the gulf which raises the possibility of bad tropical storms or hurricanes if one gets into the gulf. That said, I really don’t worry about it all that much. I worry more about the pictures that I have the potential of making. If you can stand the heat and humidity there are some upsides to living or being in New Orleans during July and August. Very few people come here as tourists. That means prices for just about everything in places like The French Quarter are discounted. It also means that it is very easy to get around since there aren’t so many people on the streets.
This image is of a classic New Orleans summer sky. I made the picture on the ferry ride from New Orleans to Algiers. In the background, you can see the Crescent City Connection crossing the Mississippi River.
A few years ago I happened to find myself in Shanghai, China. Find myself? You ask… Okay, I took a plane and a train. I traveled there to photograph the city.
Anyway… I got up early one morning to photograph rush hour and I made my way to The Bund, where I made this picture of people doing their morning exercises with The Pudong region in the background. Then, I chased rush hour traffic, which in that section of the city is comprised of a mix of cars, trucks, bikes and people who are walking. It’s pretty fast paced and very cool to photograph.
I’m posting late today. very late. I try to write in the morning. But, things got away from me. Anyway. This image was made on film. Y’all remember that, don’t you? the picture is my way of capturing the crowds during morning rush hour in New York City. I think that to do that properly, you either need height — which I didn’t have, or you need to work with color and motion — which I did have.