New orleans — On an evening in March 2011, I’m in New Orleans. I’m on my bike, lost, and I stupidly stop on an unlit residential street to get my bearings. A pick-up truck rolls by and the driver, a burly elderly man, stares as he passes. Shit, I think. Go on, dude. Nothing to see here. I wave him forward. This doesn’t work; the brake lights engage. “Are you lost?” he asks. I lie. “No. I’m just taking a break...
New orleans — There are a bunch of things I love about this sign. Sure, the letters are of varying weights, the weight of the H is unbalanced, and the N has an extra serif on the bottom right that makes it reversib...
New orleans — In the light of day, Jackson Square puts on her make-up – an eyeshadow of colorful artwork on her fences, a blush of pink on her sun-setting skyline, a rouge of fire in the piercing blows of the stree...
Through the lower ninth ward
The Garden of Wishes
See Me For Who I Am
A little bit of everything
Colonel Short's Villa
It thrills me with the reminder of why I do what I do--and infuriates me with the reminder that I'll never be able to do it completely.
Follow the music.
The hidden table in the kitchen.
Drink of choice.
Backstreet Cultural Museum
handprint of the sea...
On the corner of nowhere.
I wanted to catch him, before the chemo. Instead, I caught her, beat-keeping on a beer bottle by the bonfire.
Its cold, ice white and flickering, the air humming, the paper quietly crinkling, I am in the office
In the Couturie Forest, botanic garden, City Park
A streetcar brought me here.
Good morning. The streets get a brand new start. Saturday night was messy.
Off to the beach for the day . . .
We went to New Orleans for my brother's 30th birthday. The plan, as is common for many 30th birthdays in New Orleans, was to engage in drunken debauchery in the French Quarter, and we did that. But, on this particular day-- a beautiful, warm, sunny day-- we rented bikes and rode to City Park, where we threw a frisbee around, climbed trees, went off the beaten path, and... napped.We spent the weekend celebrating our lives as adults. But, that afternoon in City Park, we also returned to our childhoods and celebrated what we used to do as kids.
Days after hurricane Isaac, and with power out around town, we were excited to try Cafe Au Lait and Beignets at Cafe Du Monde.
BP Oil Spill Protest (May 30, 2010)