A little over six weeks ago Hurricane Ida blew through. While her rainfall didn’t do too much in my neighborhood, 155 mph winds did.
They blew down almost every kind of cable and power source. Our power company, Entergy, did the best the they could and had us repowered in about two weeks. Cox followed right behind. They all picked up their damaged goods and cleaned up their messes.
Along comes AT&T. They got their service repaired but picked up nothing. The foreman flat out lied and said they would pick it up the next day.
Now comes my calls to their corporate office. Do you know how hard it is to reach an actual human being at AT&T? I lied my way through their switchboard when I finally reached a maintenance and repair division of business accounts.
I reckoned I was trying to get a business account — AT&T’s — looked after. Heh. They said the problem would be taken care of within a couple of days.
Yesterday I called The District Attorney of Orleans Parish and filed a criminal complaint. At their suggestion I also filed a civil suit.
Since their corporate headquarters are located in Dallas, Texas, and my attorney’s office is also located there, I filed in Dallas County, Texas.
Nobody wants to go to court there.
I doubt that I’ll recover the ten million dollars in damages I am asking for, but I’ll finally get their attention.
All they had to do was finish their job.
et me tell you another story. A better one.
I took a stroll in a place that I rarely do.
Look what I found. I found autumn in the pine needles and mud.
That made me happy because we are drifting between the moment of early fall and real fall.
This is when I get really impatient. It’s not cool and there aren’t enough red leaves. t’ll get here soon enough, but until then…
Grumble, grumble, toil and trouble.
The picture is easy. Expose properly and there is no work in post production.to speak of.
There is an interesting thing happening with the block design. Every time I try to do some actual design, the system messes with me so I eventually give up and go back to this kind of page layout.
I had a different picture selected for today’s post. But, I’ve been reading Jay Maisel’s book, “Light, Gesture and Color.” It started me thinking about how I work and why. I started thinking that I shoot pictures a lot like he does, except just not as well. He is, after all, one of the fathers of modern color photography. I’m not. It also got me looking at some seconds from earlier this year. I took this picture as I was leaving a daylight Mardi Gras parade. I didn’t publish it because… well, I don’t know why I didn’t. But, I liked it then. I like it more now. I hope you will too.
This is about the last of the musical second line parade adventure. I have more pictures. Many more pictures. But, there comes a time when you just don’t want to show every picture that you took on a particular shoot. There isn’t enough time in YOUR day for that. I have some blogging colleagues who publish 20 or 30 pictures every time they shoot something. Anything. Why? Can’t you curate well enough to pick the very best one or two pictures? Don’t you have the confidence to stand by the one or two pictures you selected? Does the crowd have to do everything for you?
Here’s a little tip. The crowd doesn’t know anything. They like cat pictures. And, pictures of puppy dogs.
There is a big brouhaha right now about Yahoo claiming rights to pictures on Flickr. Stuff about Creative Commons, which is nonsense anyway. It was designed to allow people to share pictures without asking. It also allows somebody who shares one of your pictures to license it and put that money in his pocket. The artist gets nothing. That’s the loophole that nobody likes to discuss. Yeah. Right.
I’m willing to bet big money that the pictures Yahoo is going to steal from the photographers who post on Flickr are pictures that they deem salable. Pictures of cats doing stuff. And, puppies being cute.
My dogs are worse than celebrities. No pictures. No cats live here.
These pictures. Another second line. Amazing post storm light. The only thing that I can’t explain is the trumpet player in the third picture. Just how does he go from blowing his horn as hard as he can to smoking a cigarette on a break?
Once upon a time, back in the late 1990s, I lived on this street. Right in the building with the bar sign on it. No. I didn’t live in the bar. That sign is painted on the wall of a 23 story apartment building. In those days, Staunton Street was a quiet backwater neighborhood street in Central. My building was the first of the new redevelopment. The street’s only claim to fame was that at one point in history, Chiang Kai Check lived in a small building to the left of this picture. Today. Well, oh boy. Today, it’s an international food street. There are restaurants that feature food from almost every country in the world. On the first two floors of my building is a restaurant called The Staunton Street Cafe. It used to be a fashion model hangout. Today, that sort of trendiness has calmed down. But, they still offer great English food, and wines from everywhere. It’s a great place to recover from jet lag, or a hangover if you are so inclined. Just below Staunton Street is Hollywood Road. In the old days, it was just a merchant’s street that lead to the wet market. Today, it’s all about art. Galleries, artists studios, art supply stores and all those sorts of things line the streets. Sort of a great place for me.Except… there are no photo galleries or stores. But, the photo shops are only a few streets away.
The picture. There is a thing called The Travelator. It’s also known as the world’s largest escalator. I made the picture as I was getting off and getting ready to cross the street to get back on. So. It’s a very quickly made picture. Most of the color was added in post production as a way to bring out the feeling of energy and motion that currently drives the area. By the way, when I lived there the streets were never so crowded. It’s all good.
Oh. Why did I publish this picture today? For the best of reasons. I felt like it.
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.
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.
… side of the street. I’ve been posting pictures of various windows that are frosted by condensation created when the hot, humid air of a New Orleans summer bumps against a window that has been chilled by the cold, air-conditioning that is found almost everywhere when you duck inside. This little semi-natural phenomenon is usually found on the shady side of the street where outdoor moisture lingers. But, what happens on the sunny side? Well, the windows are bright and look like they normally do since the warm sunlight burns away just enough of the moisture in the air to keep the windows clear. Anyway. I think that’s what happens.
For folks who come to The French Quarter mostly to party, they might be surprised to find that The Quarter has some great art galleries, clothing stores and even home furnishing stores. I photographed this picture in a window of one such store that is located on Royal Street. Not much to it. It is simply f8 and be there. And, post production was very simple. Sharpen, brighten and increase the saturation just a bit. That’s it. The picture is pretty much as it found me.
So. A few nights ago I attended White Linen Night in New Orleans. The Crescent City. The Big Easy. The City That Care Forgot. Yeah. That place. The weather really was a little too hot and too humid for my taste. But, we were all dressed in white so we were cooler. We thought. We weren’t. And, we certainly weren’t cool in the hip sense of the word. Way too much white. We were mostly just soggy and hot. But, that didn’t stop some people from dancing the night away. Here some are some of the dancers now. Dancing in CAC or the Contemporary Arts Center. Wonderful art space. Really too hard to give the art its due with sooooo many people milling around. But, worth visiting. I think I go there once every five or so years, whether I need to or not. That’s not fair. A hurricane kept me away for many of those years. Anyway. For those who want to know the technical stuff. ISO 100, f 5.6 and little the shutter speed fall where it may.
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.