Or. Something like that. This picture was made at night. The Garden District, especially at night, has a very spooky look and feel to it. You can just feel the ghostly presence. It should. And, you should. It is a very old area in a city that is very old in itself. Many of the old mansions are crumbling. Some are not. Before Anne Rice fled to San Diego, she lived in the Garden District. Now she wants to come back. She misses the ghosts. When they are in town, John Goodman and Sandra Bullock live within a few blocks of each other. They are spooky. Don’t you think?


This is an old carriage house. The mansion to which it belongs is huge. Given the state of the carriage house, I’m pretty sure this is one of those old mansions that is grand in name only. In New Orleans, and I suppose in plenty of other cities, once-monied families hold onto to their family property even though they no longer have the money to maintain it properly. I know it happens with more blue-collar families, since there are over 65,000 abandoned and blighted homes in the city  But. That’s a whole other story.


At night. Hand held — not a great idea. But, sort of accidental. Post production done to bring the brightly-colored image back into something that speaks to the real scene. Run down. Eerie. Decrepit. 

Well. It may be a tuba. But, that’s not the point. The point for me, at least , is the reflection in the brass of the tuba. I saw this at a second line parade in Central City. I’d like to say that I was lucky to see this, but I was very much in the moment on that day. I try for that on many occasions. But, it rarely happens. In fact, I’ve long come to realize that you cannot try. You  can only be. What is it that Yoda said? “You cannot try, or not try.” ” You can only do.” So, Yoda was a Zen believer. I guess. Anyway, I saw everything on that day. Time did not standstill. But, it did slow down. A lot. The pictures were very simple to make at that point.

Post Production. I guess you can figure out that I didn’t have to do very much. I did tone down the background because I wanted to emphasize the reflection. But, I didn’t want it to disappear because that set the place.

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.

Anyway. Here’s the picture. It’s pretty much f8 and be there. Very little post production. I didn’t need to do that. Nature did that.

Ah yes. One night in The French Quarter.One night on Bourbon Street. Bourbon Street. The street where music never stops. The girls always beckon. If you pay for them. The place where beer and alcohol flows like water. It smells like it. The place where a lot of people show their true selves. It is probably my least favorite street in The Quarter. But, I go there. Sometimes. Looking for pictures. Like this one. Not much to it. See the picture. Point the camera. Press the button. Shoot. 

This picture is a rare look at I-10 with no traffic as you enter the city. Normally, I’d write this off as dumb luck, but it’ was really about 8am on a Sunday morning when people are either getting ready for church or getting ready for NFL football. Me? I was taking advantage of a beautiful, but very hot day, to work a little in the French Quarter. Hoping on and off the interstate is one way to move around quickly… when there isn’t much traffic. Oh yeah. The picture is just another former of my “drive by” working style. 

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.

I usually think of places like this as being sort of country. Not this time.  It’s Urban. Very urban. This store is located in the heart of Central City. It’s stands completely alone on sort of a five-pointed  corner. You cannot miss it. I guess they must sell food other than chicken since a close look at the picture reveals a sign that says they sell spare ribs. And, ice cream cones and Catfish.

Technically speaking, I see a lot of my Central City pictures as being down and dirty, very gritty and a little grungy. So, I use Snapseed to help me get them looking that way. Sometimes, I think, it’s a little overkill. But, it helps drive the point home. 

I wrote in some earlier post that one of the reasons Central City seems to have some renewed value to developers is because it is a ten minutes away from the Superdome. Er, The Mercedes Dome. That’s what it’s called since Saints owner Tome Benson sold the naming rights to The Louisiana Dome. Other people know it as the last shelter of refuge. But, that was seven years ago. That green squarish building on the right is where the basketball team plays. So, if you redevelop Central City you get a twofer.

A word or two about this picture. In order to make my point, I shot it with a long lens — a 200 mm — which compressed it some. You can tell this by looking at the house on the left. It is just a house, yet it looks as big as the arena. If that wasn’t enough, I just couldn’t leave well enough alone and I had to mess with it using Snapseed to sharpen a portion of the telephone lines and soften just about everything else. I’m not sure what point that makes. I often work that way. 

First. A quick announcement. I’ve reached 10,000 page views. I don’t think that’s much cause for celebration when I stop to think about some of my fellow bloggers who have 10,000 views per week, or per day or even per hour. I have no idea how they do it. But, they do.

That said, on the same evening that I photographed the skyline and the broken glass brick, I also made this burnt out picture. I made it by shooting through a broken glass window, of which there are many in the Central City. I’m not exactly sure what it says. But, since I’ve learned a while back that the content is informed by the viewer. Yeah, yeah. That’s very academic. A better way of saying that might be, “you say tomato, I say tomahtoe.” Or better yet, as John Lennon once said when was asked what his songs mean, “whatever you want them to mean.”

Anyway. Here’s the picture. Plenty of post production on this one, Again on my i-Pad, using Snapseed.