Saturday, October 11, 2014

Fall in New Orleans | The Garden District

I've got 900 plus photos from my recent trip to the Southland and I'll be rolling out a select few as I get them edited. So be prepared to soak up the humidity and peeling paint, the sun speckled buildings, and live oaks. It's going to be great.

Then...once I've built up enough reserves to get my film developed, it'll be like deja vu around here. (Can I do a Kickstarter campaign for film developing? It's no potato salad but...)

First up is New Orleans. I've been to that below-sea level city many times but somehow never walked the Garden District. It's amazing and it doesn't smell like puke and alcohol. There are tree-lined streets, cute shops, great food, beautiful houses, interesting people. I could have spent a week just on Magazine Street.

Alright, let's go! The last one is my favorite!
 





One of the best things about cities.

I bet Nat King Cole got his hair done here.

It was tempting to eat one of District Donut's famed confections, but there was cheese to be had and beignets...and we only had one day there.

St. James Cheese Company's caramelized onion and Gruyere grilled cheese sandwich.



I forgot how quickly ice cream melts in the South. The Creole Creamery's browned butter pecan. Whoa sugar cone that was good. (Mom hand modeling)


Can't decide if the contrast is too severe...thoughts?


See? I told you it was good. Isn't this lady awesome? She clearly has modeled in that doorway before.
Manager at Box Paper Scissors.
Up next...the cemetery!

Monday, October 6, 2014

Support The Coastal Table!


Hello friends...soon I'll have up tons of photos from my recent vacation to the beautiful South land where the weatherman calls a day with a high of 85 "fall weather." It's all about perspective, I suppose, but until then I've got a great project that I'd be honored for you to support.

The past few months I've been brainstorming, writing articles, taking pictures, editing things, and taste testing for a magazine project my friend Karen Covey is founding/publishing. It's called The Coastal Table: an anthology of seaside living and will be matte finished pages of beautiful photos (some you may have seen on my blog here,) a lot (and I mean a lot) of great recipes, travel profiles (from around the country), interesting people and product profiles and a healthy dose of nostalgia.

Karen has spent years in the magazine and cooking world and has published a cookbook, also named The Coastal Table, last year. While that was all about food from Massachusetts and Rhode Island, the magazine will have a national focus and appeal.

We've already got so much good stuff for the first three editions (spring, summer and fall) and now we're looking for some help as we prepare to publish these (dare I say) collectible magazines.

Printing ain't cheap so we would very much appreciate your help. You can donate at our Kickstarter page for as little as $5 (and get a free recipe,) or spend a little more and get our homemade (foraged!) beach plum jam (you it's like grapes and plums had a lovechild), a discounted subscription to the print or digital edition and other great items.

This would be great for anyone who loves the beach (even if you're currently landlocked) and Christmas is right around the corner. Give the gift of art and help out the team of very creative people who are putting this magazine together!

Monday, May 12, 2014

A quick trip home


...which is unfortunately only in my mind.  Here are some photos from the fourth role of film I recently developed. Also a flashback to two + years ago when I lived on the other end of the coast.

An avenue of drippy live oaks

It's unclear why I take so many photos of mailboxes.



Definitely need to get back to the southland soon. Can I get an amen?

Approaching the edge


There's got to be something better than in the middle.

 




Sunday, May 11, 2014

An ode to trespassing and trucks



The idea of trespassing seems pretty durn awesome as long as no one is paying attention to you and you don't get arrested or fall into a well... There are so many good things in New England stuck behind a NO TRESPASSING sign. It deadens the soul a little...makes me long for the less posted world of the south or at least what I remember as being less posted. Anyway, I've decided I'm never going to get any good pictures if I don't take a calculated risk or two, within reason...

I often pass this old Ford fire engine on a back road lined with cranberry bogs. It's a wonder someone with a camera isn't always taking pictures of this - morning, noon, and night. They should charge admission...






Friday, May 9, 2014

The return to PCH


Now that it generally gets above 32 degrees on any given day, I've been taking me and my Chinese 35mm out and about to see what there is to see. It's liberating and a much needed creative endeavor but also a reminder of how little variety I've got around here...you may withhold all comments about how being creative is seeing interesting things everywhere. I'm trying, people. China has ruined me, I think. I'm very itchy, even irritable, to travel somewhere.

The first roll of film I got developed is. not. helping...from my too-brief travels up the Pacific Coast Highway...two and a half years ago. Ai ya! I was absolutely giddy when the scanned files arrived in my inbox...thankfully the bill was not attached.

Oh man, what do I have to do to get another road trip under my (seat)belt or another stamp in my passport?








Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Mattapoisett Diner

An new old, or old new diner just reopened in town and the natives are wild over it. Wild. Apparently the previous owners veered too far away from the diner theme. Tsk tsk.

As I tend to reserve my eating out for exotic cuisine not in the little hamlets here, I can't say as I have an opinion, though it made for a good story to write up for the paper...more importantly it is a great place to take pictures...the vintage vibe with the aluminum doors and swirling pleather topped seats. Pretty cool.


Owner extraordinaire of the business, not the building.





Changing of the sign.

One of hundreds of post (or maybe pre) war prefab diners.