Random thoughts and observations, including photographs, in the tradition of a flaneur*: a stroller, a loiterer, a dawdler on street corners, a hanger-about who rambles through a city without any apparent purpose but is highly attuned to the history of the place and is in a constant covert search of adventure, esthetic or the exotic and erotic.
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* Baudelaire created the term.
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I shot a fund raiser at Fitzgerald's jazz joint in Chicago back in November of 2005 for the New Orleans Musicians Relief Fund. This is not one of those huge ones. It is run by a husband and wife producer from NO and gets the funds to the musicains quick. The url is http://www.nomrf.org/index.html. These guys have lost everything! Many lived in the 9th parish. It was a fabulous concert by local New Orleans musicans, not supplemented by any local Chicago guys. Photo note: these are very lo-res posted pix. The originals were shot using a Canon XT at 1600asa with the kit lens or a Sigma f2.8 70 to 200mmm which is quite sharp. The images do not have any "noise."
With recent events in New Orleans, a few short memories of my wife's and my experiences. (I should write in more detail, but perhaps that is for another post.)
We spent our 1968 honeymoon in New Orleans and returned many times. Lucky us. It has changed much over the years. Tthe last time we were there in 2001; we did not like what we were seeing it changing into: a convention and "tourist" destination. It was not the same and now certainly can not be what it was after the devastation of hurrican Katrina. I hope this does not hasten its Disneyizing, like many other tourist destinations think is a "solution." Enough of my "rant."
One time we rode down the Mississippi in a Pusher Boat of 20 barges. Now that was hearty grub! On that trip we had to tie off for 3 or 4 days because of hurricane. When we finally arrived in the Big Easy we were met by tug boats captained by Cajuns. And to get off the Pusher Boat and onto land we had to get onto one of these "working" tugs. Not too clean! And the sing song language, including cursing in Cajun. Wouldn't give up those memories for anything.