A marvelous trip to New Orleans. Left mid-day Friday and came home Sunday morning. Not enough time. Simply not enough. I, of course, took pictures. I'm going to post this trip in a chronological series. As it happened.
I could photograph New Orleans 24 hours a day, and still not get enough. I have some favorite places to photograph, and New Orleans is one of the top contenders. I could just stand in one spot and take pictures for hours. People. Details. Actions. Interactions.
But, I did not stand in one place. I walked. And walked. And walked. It was a feast for the eyes. A magical land to photograph.
Walking out of the hotel, I immediately started to photograph. And this is our trip...
|"I hold a glass of Coke to my cheek and pretend it is a glass of bourbon and I am in New Orleans."|
¸.•*´¨`♥ Emma Forrest, Namedropper: A Novel
|"Nor, perhaps, did they see the crumbling buildings where the city's poor live as they traveled by cab from the French Quarter to Commander's Palace."|
¸.•*´¨`♥ Billy Sothern, Down in New Orleans: Reflections from a Drowned City