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Camellia From Below
Camellias are winter blooming, slow growing, glorious pops of color and fragrance.
Mardi Gras Indians on Super Sunday, 2014
One image with several closeups. The 'tribes' come together to honor the Native Americans who sheltered and protected runaway slaves. Each suit is hand beaded over the course of a year, worn for only one season then burned, only to start again on next year's version.
The investments of time, dedication, and yes, money, are staggerting, the displays breathtaking.
I've found hundreds of individual shots of various Super Sundays- the day when the tribes from all around the city come to do battle and show off their work to see who has the prettiest suit. It never ceases to amaze me that every one of these are now now more then a memory and I'm so happy to be able to pay homage to them.
Some of the recovered pics are converted slides bought from ebay from estate sales and such. There are a lot of terrible pictures, some adorably kitschy ones, and some that are a snapshot of a different era- cars and fashions always catch my eye.
This shot down Decatur that includes Tujague's Restaurant (pronounced "two jacks") has such a great bunch of cars in it I couldn't resist.
Tujague's is the second oldest restaurant in New Orleans, opening a few doors down in 1856, and moving here in 1914 where it stayed until 2019.
My first visit, an aged, fairly cranky waiter unceremoniously dropped a couple of plates down, barely stopping as he passed. When I chased him down to say that wasn't ours- we hadn't even looked at the menu yet, the look I got was more withering then the 100% humidity that day. It was a table d’hôte menu, I soon learned, and although initially a little miffed, I would now cheerfully stab you for a plate of that brisket with their signature horseradish right now.
The Joy of Finding Things Thought Forever Lost
For years there's been a running joke about the pre-digital SLR days: it was a gorgeous vacation day, and we'd taken 36 pictures that were surely going to be developed into the most perfect roll of film in history…until it disappeared, never to be seen again or developed, likely rolled under a seat and returned with the rental car.
Every photo I vaguely remember taking but can't find is attributed to that long lost roll, regardless of time or place.
It's out there. I know it is.
And it's not the only one. Half a dozen hard drive crashes have lost more photos then I care to imagine.
Having long since given up hope, imagine the surprise when, out of nowhere came the discovery that apparently I had the foresight to create some portable drives at point? Because I recently unearthed two, packed away in a box and long forgotten, both damaged but with the help of DiskDrill largely recovered.
Oh boy. So happy. So overwhelmed.
Once film SLR turned digital, things might've gotten a little... promiscuous.
101k+ files- admittedly there are quite a few duplicates here, but still. Out of all of those, there'd have to be a few good ones, right?
Folder structure has completely been lost, and the dates seem to be random and inaccurate- pictures from a vacation in 2009 are dated 2004, for instance- and so chaos rules. But I haven't been writing or posting in too long, so I'm taking this Universe's Gift as a Swift Kick in the Pants, too.
Fair warning: happy randomness ahead.
French Quarter fall.
The Pentagram on Esplanade Ave
The Pentagram on Esplanade Ave
A friend asked what I knew about the mansion on Esplanade that features a stained glass five pointed star at its apex. I was embarrassed to say I’d never noticed this rather unusual detail t on the tony Avenue:
The property the house stands on was originally part of a Spanish land grant in 1800, and although it was meant to be farmed, the entire block was held by land speculators until after the…
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Invasion of the Slime Monsters
Invasion of the Slime Monsters
This was something I posted on Squidoo for yet another contest, this one about a “memorable” photo you took. I suppose it says something about me that when I read the rules I knew exactly what I was going to use…
Not the average photo
This lens was written for a Squidoo contest about a photo you took, presumably about what makes it unique and interesting. Most people, surely, selected photos…
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Photograph walks abound!
Still moving stuff over from Squidoo, and it’s easy to see which articles are from their “challenges,” because I just republished “A Photographic Walk Through New Orleans’ City Park,” and all of the related pages start with “A Photographic walk through…”
It’s been surprisingly sad, moving these things, losing their little colorful badges and whatnot- this one got Lens of the Day and a Purple…
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Squidoo is no more.
Squidoo is no more.
I had a bunch of content on Squidoo, which has announced they’re folding. I’m moving most of my stuff over to Hubpages, but there are a few things I did for contests or challenges that don’t really have a wider audience, and I’ll bring those over here. Until the process is done, links may be wonky, but I’m taking care of things as quickly as possible, and intend to get back to writing asap.
It’s…
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Why do we stay in New Orleans?
Why do we stay in New Orleans?
This is an article written by my husband for a St. Louis online newspaper after hurricane Gustav in 2008, posted here as a further explanation for two articles posted on HubPages, one on how to prepare for an oncoming storm, and the other about what it’s like to actually stay, in practical terms.
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Less than half an hour after Gustav’s worst winds had passed, our…
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May we all climb to the top and conquer our dragons today! (Sorry it's blurry, he was on the move!)
New Orleans dusk
A rough n' rainy start to Friday the 13th in NOLA.
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Dusk over Canal st.
In the house I docented (?) today, made by a tfa volunteer. Ridiculously touched.
Hazy hot n' humid early morning. #Frenchquarter #nola