WordPress finally did it. They forced me to leave. They changed the editing desktop to a way that’s almost unusable, especially for somebody like me who isn’t a writer. They changed it in the dead of night without telling anybody. The lack of respect that they show their users — who pay the bills — is astounding. So, here’s a set of pretty New Orleans pictures. I had intended to show you some options to only staying in the French Quarter if you visited my city. But, I can’t split the picture sup in order to tell you about them. I’m not even sure that you can actually see them if you happen to come to Storyteller though Facebook, Google + or Twitter.
It’s too bad. I enjoy doing this.
By the way, that’s also the reason I’m so late today. There is a work around that you can find on the WordPress forum where many people — thousands — are complaining. I used it. It doesn’t work.
I was looking at my posts for the past few weeks. Seems like I’ve been plumbing some pretty dark depths. Moody. Dark. Deep. Yes. I think that I made some nice pictures. But, they are getting a little dark. Even for me. So, I started looking around in my last few weeks of shooting and found this picture. I made it on Easter Sunday. I found this little bitty detail in Pirates Alley behind the St. Louis Cathedral. I also found out the back garden behind the cathedral is called St. Anthony’s Garden. It is the place where I’ve made that picture that many people call “Touchdown Jesus.” I’m one of those people. Anyway, this picture has a nice light feel to it. It feels like spring. It even has a strand of purple Mardi Gras beads hung over a classic wrought iron fence. No, I didn’t put them there. But, the thought did occur to me. This is just what it looks like. A nice spring day in New Orleans. I hate to say it, but these days are coming to an end. Already. Today. 80 plus degrees and humid. Yes. Humid. Sheesh. It’s only mid-April.
Oh yeah. A little housekeeping. I’ve started reworking my old Photoshelter website. I’ve added a lot of pictures which you’ve seen. But, there is a pretty nice collection of images that you haven’t seen. Take a quick look. There are pictures from all over the place. And, there is a lot of my older work. People pictures. Stuff like that. Here’s the site. laskowitz-pictures.photoshelter.com Enjoy it.
One of my fellow bloggers, Kaie W. Bird, posted a little video from Israel. Yesterday was the Israeli day to remember victims of The Holocaust. In the video, it looks like an ordinary day. People are driving on expressways. They are commuting. Apparently, they know what is coming. What sounds like an air raid siren goes off. Everybody stops their cars, trucks and buses. They get out of their cars and sort of stand at attention. I suppose that some are praying. Other’ maybe thinking. Hard to know. The siren stops and they get back in their cars and trucks and go on about their day. If think that I should just post the video. here it is.
What does that have to do with this picture? I wanted to make a picture to compliment it. I wanted to work in one of the three Jewish cemeteries in New Orleans. I chose the Uptown one. There are two others. One is near St. Roch and the other is near I-10. I know that the St. Roch Cemetery has at least on Holocaust survivor buried there. Uptown does not. At least, that I could find. So, I did what I could. Even though it was a beautiful spring day, I just wasn’t feeling the picture. So, I turned to cheap tricks. In post production. I think what I really wanted to do was just sit. Maybe visit with somebody.
Okay. Usually I know something about the pictures that I publish on Storyteller. Not this time. Everything confuses me. I know this house was under some pretty deep water after Hurricane Katrina blew through New Orleans. This particular area is located on the river side of the Lower Ninth Ward. This side was heavily flooded, but not completely devastated like the other side of The Lower Ninth. These are guesses. But, I suspect when the owner was able to return, he started to remediate his house. He must have decided to display his pride and patriotism. So he hung an American flag. You know, that sort of “don’t tread on me” thing. Something stopped him in mid-stride. I walked through the house. The back-end burned after he took down the inner walls. That may be what caused him to stop. But, again. I’m just guessing. The other confusing thing about the picture are the house’s inner walls. Those thick boards are barge wood. In the 1700s and early 1800s, barges were floated down the Mississippi River to bring supplies and people. At the time, there was no way to bring them back up river so they broke the barges up and used them for building wood. It usually found its way into many early homes. My first house in New Orleans was made of barge wood. It was finished in lathe and plaster. But, it was built in 1834. This house is much newer than that. There very earliest that it could have been built was during the very late 1800s. Maybe 1890 or so. By then, houses were framed in a more modern way. And finished with lathe and plaster. The barge wood in this house was covered with finishing wood.
More research is required.
The picture was one of many I made when I walked through the open door. I’m very careful about investigating old buildings. They call this an UrbEx picture. That Urban Exploration. Normally, you take certain precautions when you do this. You carry a flashlight. You usually bring a buddy. You dress in work boots or shoes. You wear thicker clothing. You make sure that your cellphone is with you. Just in case. But, that’s for walking through big buildings. Buildings like old factories. Train Stations. Hospitals. But, you can see the width and depth of this house. That narrow door opens into what was a kitchen area and then into one more back room which could have been a bedroom. There is a bathroom near the kitchen. That’s it. I was pretty sure that I didn’t need to take all of the normal precautions. The rest was easy. Point and shoot.
So. In yesterday’s post I told you that I went to the Le Beau Mansion. I had one picture in mind. But, I published something completely different. The picture I posted yesterday was light and colorful. An ode to spring, if you will. But, that wasn’t my original vision or intent. I was just being flexible and the cool spring air inspired me.
This picture was my original vision.
Very moody. Very mysterious. The mansion looks haunted. You can feel the ghosts slipping around. Halloween is breathing down your neck.
How did I do it? Well, you have to start with a cloudy sky. The sky needs character. You expose for the sky, intentionally keeping the shadows dark. And, you build from there. You darken the sky. You modify the colors. You add a lot of gold tones to everything. You bring down the highlights. And, pretty soon… you have eerie.
I went out to make a picture of the haunted Le Beau mansion. I thought it would be a great day because the sky was overcast, but the clouds were defined. I wanted to make a scary picture. A cloudy day works best for that because it’s a little flat. You can add a lot of “mood” to the picture in post production. But, things changed. They always do. Right? I made the picture that I set out to make. It was easy. I had that picture stuck in my head. For months.Every time the sky turned cloudy, I thought to myself, “I should drive to Arabi and photograph Le Beau.” You know how that is. The thought passed through my mind and just kept going. But, not yesterday.
I actually got my act together and made the drive . It’s not far. But, there is a lot of trucking traffic so the drive takes a while. This area is past Jackson Barracks. And, very near to the Domino Sugar factory. I think part of the Le Beau Plantation land is now part of the sugar factory. There’s a lot of interesting history to his little area.
Anyway. As I wrote, I made my planned picture. As I was walking across the field in front of the mansion, I was happy to see all the spring flowers and little blooms. Aha! That was really the picture. So, I got down low and made this picture. My usual approach to shooting little flowers is to use a macro lens and capture every possible detail of the flower. But, not this time. I was kind of lazy and didn’t feel like walking back to my car to get it. Besides, I thought it would be cool to position the house in the background. I also wanted to layer the picture. So, both the foreground and the background are soft, while the middle area is sharp and shows off the bright yellow very nicely.
Newly inspired, I decide not to rush out of the area. I made some other very cool pictures that I’ll be publishing in the next few days. They are all very different. Sometimes when I wander around, I sort of get stuck in a groove and shoot the same general subjects. Not yesterday.
I really like this bridge. It was one of the few bridges in the world were it trains look like they are flying. And, from the right angle, you really think that they do. This is The Huey P. Long Bridge. Locals call it “The Huey P.” It was completed in 1935 to replace The Walnut Street Ferry. It was named after the late governor who was assassinated eight months before the bridge was completed. It’s history is very interesting. Southern Pacific Railroad proposed the bridge in 1892. With the development of The New Orleans Public Belt Railroad, a state constitutional amendment was passed giving the City of New Orleans the right to build and operate the bridge even though the bridge is really located in Jefferson Parish. Design began in 1925 and a few pilings were driven into the river to allow the congressional authority to continue. Financial problems during the depression cause further delay. The construction finally started in 1932. It continued for three years with few problems. In 2006, major reconstruction began which created wider lanes and other structural changes. It is just now nearing completion. The picture was actually made in a place where seven years ago I couldn’t have driven.
This is how things kinda go around here. It only took 43 years from the original proposal to completion of the bridge. Prior to reconstruction, plenty of people drove across it. But the lanes were very narrow having been designed for 1930s car and trucks. Think about it. Some of those double duallies and Hummers take up both of those 1935 era lanes just to drive in a straight line.
Anyway. Before I go on an anti-big pickup truck rant…
The picture was made on one of the new sections of the roadway leading from the bridge to The Eastbank of the Mississippi River. I couldn’t have done this a couple of years ago. Once you get used to this new route it really is quiet smooth. But, the freight train above me is running on rails that haven’t changed since the 1930s. Yes. Of course, they been well maintained and some rails have probably been removed and replaced. But, the basic configuration is still the same. Me? It’s another of my “through the windshield pictures.” Hold the camera steady on the dashboard and push the button. Let the auto-everything functions do their thing.
Rain. And, more rain. Accompanied by a fairly cold wind. Apparently the wind picked up fast enough to hit Gulf Coast Alabama with hurricane force winds. In fact, it blew a stranded Carnival cruise ship that was in for repairs free from its moorings. This knocked the guard shack into the water. Last month the ship was stuck out to sea for days. Talk about a bad luck boat.
But, none of that is in this picture. This picture is just rain drops and lights reflected on my car’s windshield. Very simple. This is just point and shoot when I came to a stop light. I focused on the windshield rather than the street. I made art. Well. A kind of art. Or, something.
As I was wandering around The French Quarter waiting for the Easter Parade festivities to start, I took walk on a couple of streets and through a couple of alleys that I normally sort of ignore. I’m glad that I did. I saw some new angles and views. At least they were new to me. The funny thing is that as I became more engrossed in exploring, I almost forgot my real purpose. Easter Sunday parades. For me, the longer I’m in a place like New Orleans the more I sort of get bored with the constant stream of parades, fairs and festivals. For instance, I wasn’t home for a good part of Mardi Gras and I didn’t care. That’s some kind of sacrilege. I think. I almost didn’t care about the Easter events. But, I did care about the Easter second line parade in Pigeon Town. To me, those kinds of traditional cultural events matter much more than every possible festival. But, this weekend I’ll attend the Freret Street Festival. But, I have an excuse. Great food. Some pretty good art. Good music. And, a nice spring day.
The picture. It was more about seeing and post production to help complete my vision. I saw the traditional French Quarter street light. But, it was about 10 am. Obviously, it wasn’t turned on. I managed to position myself so that the sun peaking over the clouds was framed by the light. That’s what I exposed for. The extreme highlight. That kept the clouds rich and made the buildings dark. I came close with that exposure, but it wasn’t quite there. So I helped it along in post production. I made the picture a little closer to the image I saw in my mind’s eye.