LENS

June 2, 2010

Life in New Orleans – May 29th_31st, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — wally426 @ 11:15 pm

The Next Battle

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There was a huge protest in one of the town squares. The people’s fight has just begun, and it could prove to be a longer and more devastating one than Katrina.

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Trouble is on its way…

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Infrastructure

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The brown pelican  – Louisiana’s State Bird – was just recently taken off the endangered species list. It’ll be back on now that the spill has crashed into fragile nesting areas, coating the chicks with oil.

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Jerks

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Natchez Steamer

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Crescent City Bridge

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Attack of the quack

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http://www.you-are-beautiful.com/INSTALLATIONS.htm

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M-I-SS-I-SS-I-PP-I

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Concritti

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Mardis Grabs

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That was quick…

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Written 25 days before Katrina struck…

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Coonitti

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Brickitti

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Caps and Switches

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New Orleans Public Service Incorporated

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Schaff’s Foundry burned down in the late 1800’s when a Casting was poured in too shallow on a large wooden bottom board at the close of a day. The casting’s heat ignited the board and the whole shop burned.

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Straphangers – Canal Street Trolley

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People

They were as colorful as the buildings. Coming from NY, you get used to everyone wearing black and blue. Here, the complete opposite rings true. While history is worn on their faces, it’s easy to see that the people of New Orleans will tough it through the worst conditions to keep their city breathing.

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Civilian Disobedience

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Stylecast

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The Art of Trolley Waiting

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Left Behind

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Buggo’s

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Braving the storm

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Cobrelly

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Down by the Mississippi

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Holding on, for the time being…

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The storms would come out of nowhere

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Shelter from the storm

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Bomb’d

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Drunks

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Tourism accounts for the majority of New Orleans’ revenue

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Self Portrait

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Bananas Foster at Brennan’s

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Mark the master server

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Strawberry Crépes

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Stack’d

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Lotus Exige S260

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Ticketress

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Escaped the spill

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Houses & Storefronts

Each had its own personality that called to you from the streets. They all looked inviting, even the ones that had been storm ravaged and neglected for years. The lights bathed the stoops and shudders with a warm milky glow, lulling you into a trance. You always had the feeling that you were part of a living museum, constantly being mixed in with a thousand layers of historical grime which coated the echoing alleys.

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St. Peter Street

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When there weren’t fans, these huge doors helped to circulate breezes through the homes

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Smoke Break

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Notice the NoLa style Barbed Wire to the right

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Old Hotel Lobby

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Foreshadow’d

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Pirate’s Alley

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Rebuilding

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Vacant Veranda

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Dr. Tutt’s Liver Pills – A doctor and manufacturer of patent medicinals and cure-alls in the late 1800s – early 1900s, he touted these pills as the “means to health,” a cure-all for everything from constipation, indigestion, and headaches, to virtigo and insomnia

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Pennywise

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I’ll take Potent Potables for $100, Alex

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At times it seemed nature would completely overtake the streets

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Roof Runoff

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Even the drains had personality

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After the rains

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Houses came in all shapes and sizes

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PERFORMERS

Everywhere you looked on the streets, there were people playing music. Music flowed over the ancient cobblestones, through musty courtyards and over rickety wooden stages. It was timeless music that was pushed out with such effort that it looked as though the faces wailed as loudly as the instruments.

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83 years young

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Jamil Sharif and his band at Maison Bourbon

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These newlyweds strolled up and down Canal Street with a Jazz Band playing behind them in a precession, it was as if nobody else in the world existed but them and their dixieland soundtrack…

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Wailin’ Joe

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The downpour came out of nowhere, knocking this creepy clown off his perch. He stood in the underpass and watched, unable to go outside and risk being unmasked by the huge droplets

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Jiggin’

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1 Comment »

  1. Whatever it is, you got it.

    Comment by Stevey T. — June 29, 2010 @ 3:45 am


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