Santa Fe


” She’s a good girl, loves her mama, Loves Jesus and America too She’s a good girl, crazy ’bout Elvis, Loves horses and her boyfriend too It’s a long day livin’ in Reseda, There’s a freeway runnin’ through the yard And I’m a bad boy, ’cause I don’t even miss her, I’m a bad boy forContinue reading “Santa Fe”

Pizza


I wish. We aren’t going to have light anything like this until Wednesday. If we are lucky. The fairgrounds where Jazzfest was held is a sea of pooled water and mud. A good part of Southeastern Louisiana is flooded. As French government’s architect said in 1839 when he was asked to describe the land inContinue reading “Pizza”

In the Dark of Night


This isn’t the tourists’ French Quarter. It’s where the residents live. It looks a little more beat up than it is. I’m willing  to bet that inside those ancient walls are some pretty nice digs, especially since this place is located in a more residential area of the Quarter. That’s one version of hiding inContinue reading “In the Dark of Night”

Once Again. Always.


Once again. I posted a nice piece about what you are looking at. WordPress ate it again. What am I doing wrong? It happens at least twice a week. It didn’t happen in the past. Now, ever since that damn new desktop appeared, I have nothing but problems. I do not have the time to keep doingContinue reading “Once Again. Always.”

Old Stuff


I read about this place. I hadn’t seen until I went looking for it. That’s especially odd since I used to live in the neighborhood. It is around the corner from the race track where Jazzfest is held. When I found it, which wasn’t hard given that it is the very biggest building on itsContinue reading “Old Stuff”

What I Saw


On the way to some place else. Again. I was pretty much racing around last weekend. So much to photograph. So much to do. Oddly, a lot of it didn’t get done. It wasn’t my fault. It’s a New Orleans thing. People didn’t show up. Events get canceled. Plans fall through. That’s all a partContinue reading “What I Saw”

General Laundry


So. Let’s see what I can add to yesterday’s rant. One of my issues is simple. Because everybody points something with a lens on it at everything possible, while forgetting to live their lives, I’ve run out of pictures to take. Everything I photograph has been photographed 2,376,893 times before I get to it. Mostly,Continue reading “General Laundry”

All Fall Down


A little photo essay. I found this house in Central City. Most of the houses that look like this one are usually on the downriver side of the neighborhood. In what was once an upscale neighborhood. This one is located in an odd place. I should clarify. Found is such a funny word. The houseContinue reading “All Fall Down”

More Light


So. We had a bit of a discussion on Facebook about the Garden District as opposed to The Lower Garden District. It was good. My point on Facebook was that they are both very different neighborhoods. If anything, much of the LGD is a lot like this bit of Central City which is physically oneContinue reading “More Light”

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