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Life without a light meter

Got some film back. Not only is it always a surprise how things will come out (especially since my 35mm camera doesn't have a light meter), but it's a double surprise to develop rolls months after I took the photos since I don't have a clue what's on them.

Can't wait until the 3, 4, 5 feet of snow subsides so I can go out and take some photos. Or just go out. 
Enough about the weather. Now on to sailboats, pelicans, chickens, and iron work.

They don't like when you watch them lay eggs. Noted.

Snipatuit Pond

Parting shot. Ocean Springs, MS

Winding down the day in Nawlins

A few last pics of New Orleans wherein I see a mini cooper, a parade, a wedding party and visit Cafe du Monde.

Take 2

Isn't he so cute? This limo driver was nice enough to let me take his picture.

Hi mother who hates having her picture taken.

A bientot, New Orleans.

The French Quarter at sunset

There's no where like the French Quarter - colorful and unruly, secretive and showy, smelly and elegant. I remember approaching the city as a teenager in a church van and hearing someone say they could feel the evil as they approached New Orleans. Maybe New Orleans is simply more honest with itself than everywhere else. And while I can't say as I felt the evil, I could not pretend it wasn't there – sight and smell... the streets of the French Quarter marinated in beer and pee, homeless, aimless, disillusioned runaways used and abused by the riverfront, old vagabonds carrying the weight of the world and at best a backpack of dirty clothes, and asinine drunk tourists trying to forget how much they dislike their sober selves with a night on Bourbon Street.

Like nowhere else I know, the French Quarter is transformed from day to night...elaborate weddings by day in Jackson Square's St. Louis Cathedral and tarot card readers hawking their fortunes in the shadow of the church by night. Although Cafe Du Monde makes for some good pictures (and snacking) by night, I'm much more a fan of the quartier (and most everywhere else) by sunset. The dark hours are less threatening in the warm light of the descending sun.

Lafayette Cemetery No. 1

I have this friend who loves cemeteries. She will walk methodically through any graveyard, reading and pondering the individual headstones. She has no peculiar, morbid enjoyment of the dead, and while I'm as apt to take photos of a grave as the next person (and a New Orleans cemetery was on my must visit list for recent trip south) my friend's fascination goes above and beyond.

Together, we've visited many a pilgrim 300 years gone on the Freedom Trail in Boston (twice) and canvassed the Père Lachaise Cemetery in Paris sussing out Oscar Wilde and Balzac... so Tati, this one is for you.

Lafayette Cemetery No. 1

Thankfully, my mom didn't find anyone in there.

And rounding it off with something a little less dead, a cool sign of the Commander's Palace Restaurant

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!