May 20 2010

38 More Photos from New Orleans

So, I’ve made it to New York City and I’m still posting photos and stories from my five days in New Orleans…  two cities ago.  So that I can move on to DC, I’m going to post 38 more photos here and get them out of the way.  These are mostly from the French Quarter, as I was going to make a post about that but didn’t get around to it, and the rest are from everywhere.




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May 19 2010

Venice, Louisiana

My last day in New Orleans was a bit of a misadventure.  The plan was to head down to Venice, Louisiana and try to shoot something relating to the oil spill.  I had lofty ambitions of talking my way onto a cleanup vessel for a couple of hours, but I figured I’d settle to just see what the situation was like on the ground firsthand.

Josh borrowed a car from his co-worker John, and we headed down the Mississippi river toward Venice.


This is what Highway 23 looks like most of the way:


On the way downriver, the clouds were heavy and we often encountered rain.  We made a few mental notes of places to stop and shoot on the way back during blue hour, or after nightfall when the grey skies would add to the aesthetic of the photo instead of detract.


There are large levies on either side of the highway, so it’s impossible to see anything on either side.  We pulled over a couple of times when a road led to the left or right over one of the levies, but mostly we just came up to gates that looked like this:


These docks abut virgin wetland:



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May 19 2010

St. Claude and the Lower Ninth Ward

I started my walk a little bit north of the Marigny district and started walking east, through parts of New Orleans that are still recovering from Hurricane Katrina five years later.

It’s so hot and humid that most people hang out on the street.  Everywhere I walked people were sitting on their porch, or, if they didn’t have one, their front steps:


Many houses still have spraypaint markings from the Katrina search-and-rescue. This one had some additions spraypainted on to liven the bleak mood:


This kid had the biggest grin I think I’ve EVER seen.


Some of these houses are beautiful, but generally are waiting to be leveled by the city:


This building is either being refurbished, or is about to be flattened.  I couldn’t tell.


Here’s detail of some of an interesting piece of illegal street art that appeared on the back door:


One of the locals I talked to for a minute after shooting the above building:


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May 17 2010

No Cat Selling

Josh and I were walking back to the French Quarter from an amazing underground concert we all but stumbled upon when I decided to take photos of this strange outdoor car repair shop on St Claude Ave and Louisa St.



The sign on the left says “No Loitering, No Crack Selling, No Cat Selling, The Facts”.  Realizing that we weren’t actually doing any of the second two things, we loitered for a few minutes and I took photos.



May 17 2010

Gas Station, Lower Ninth Ward

Josh and I were driving around and found this abandoned gas station, ostensibly left since Katrina rolled through.





After some quick deliberation and a run back to the car to pick up my tripod, we went inside:


You can see the water line in the refrigerator glass:


The inside was just a little bit torn apart.


The inside of the refrigerator still smelled terrible, five years later.


I took one last shot of the outside and we continued our adventures.

May 16 2010

Lake Pontchartrain

These are the pump houses at Lake Pontchartrain.  Their job is to pump water out of New Orleans during a storm and into the lake.  They weren’t running when we passed by, but the scale of these things is amazing.



As we made our way toward the lakefront, massive abandoned boathouses lining the shore were the first things we saw, still damaged and boarded up from Katrina.


In some cases, they weren’t even fenced off or boarded up.  You can really see the scale of the damage here.  I’m amazed that they’re standing at all.




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May 16 2010

New Orleans Cemeteries

I was waiting for Josh to get off of work, so I hopped on a streetcar and bought an unlimited daily hop-on hop-off pass so I could explore the city a bit.


I decided to take the streetcar to the cemeteries.

I didn’t wind up using the pass after the first ride.

I don’t have many words for you today.  Only photos.






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May 15 2010

New Orleans


My old friend Josh came to meet me at the New Orleans Amtrak station.  I’ve known Josh since the fifth grade, and we went through middle school and high school together.  Josh is now a naval architect (he designs boats), and works for a firm in New Orleans.

The first thing I noticed right away about New Orleans is the textures of everything:



Lots of concrete and brick surfaces haven’t been painted in awhile, and during the years it takes the paint to wear off, rust and simple dirt fill in the small pores in the concrete.  The humidity definitely plays a role.




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May 13 2010

Austin, Texas: Day 2

My second day in Austin was the most laid-back of any of my stops yet.  We didn’t have anywhere to be and only a vague idea of what we wanted to accomplish.

Nicole decided to take me to the local lake, Lake Travis.

On the way, we passed the IRS building that was hit by a kamikaze pilot a couple of months ago:


We got to the lake around 10:30, but the restaurant didn’t open for another hour. The lake was gorgeous though.


We decided to go to this restaurant instead.  I told Nicole to show off her favorite restaurants, and everywhere we ate was awesome, but a sign like this really seals the deal:


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May 12 2010

Austin, Texas: Day 1


I arrived in Austin at about 11 in the morning, and my friend Nicole met me at the train station.

I’d never actually met Nicole before…  back in my junior year of high school, a few friends of mine and I created a website called Electronic Mayhem.  It was a blog of sorts, but we typically stuck to making fun of ourselves, other people, and writing movie reviews.  At one point, we set up a discussion forum as part of the site, and invited a few other friends of ours who had websites to share the forum.  The forum thing took off, and a year later, we spun the forum off into it’s own website called xForums.  It had a good four-year run, and in 2005 after it was maliciously hacked a number of times, we let it die peacefully.  Nicole was a long-time member of xForums, and we’d kept in touch sporadically since it’s demise.  When I met her at the Austin train station, I felt like we were already old friends.

We got lunch in Austin with some of her friends, and there we met up with Rowan, another girl I’d known on xForums, who everybody on the forum knew as Badger. Apparently I was the one responsible for Badger moving to Austin years ago, which was…  pretty cool.  I’m also directly responsible for a number of marriages in other parts of the country.

We ate a buffet breakfast and enjoyed bottomless mimosas for an hour or so, and very full, Nicole and I left to explore Austin.

Our first stop was a coffee shop, where I finally got to write a blog entry I’d posted a few days ago and Nicole caught up on some work.

From there, Nicole took me to the Texas Capitol building:



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May 8 2010

24 Hours in South Central

One of my goals on this trip is to always do something different.  More than half of the cities I’m visiting, I’ve never been to before, so in many cases, that will be a pretty easy goal.

However, my first stop was Los Angeles.  LA is a city I’ve spent a lot of time in.  I’ve only lived in San Francisco for a little over a year, but before that, I’d never lived anywhere else other than LA.

Specifically, the west side of LA.  Of the 25 years I spent in LA, 24 of them were in Santa Monica.  I lived in the valley for a few months, and I lived in Mar Vista for a year (which is a laughable mention since it’s a mile from Santa Monica), but rarely have I ever escaped my little beach bubble.  Even when I go back to LA, which I’ve done eight or nine times since moving to San Francisco, I pretty much always stay west of the 405.

This trip, I set out to do something entirely different.

I spent my time in South Central.

South Central has a bit of a reputation.  Even if you’ve never been to LA, you’ve heard of South Central LA, or the crips, or the bloods, or Rodney King, or the LA riots.

But South Central is a real place, with real people, and it’s history and people are intertwined with the history and culture of Los Angeles.

Yet I don’t think I’ve spent more than a few hours there in my entire life.  Combined.  That includes driving through, and I’m counting time spent on the 110 freeway (which cuts through) in this cumulative sum, and anybody who has driven in LA knows how quickly those traffic hours can add up.

My good friend Naomi recently moved in with her boyfriend near Hoover and Vernon.  They’d been bugging me to visit for months, but most of the times I’d come to town I was either working on a job, or if I was around on a social visit, I wouldn’t rent a car, preferring to stay in a bubble near the beach where I could walk or bike to visit my friends.

This trip though, I decided to change that.  Besides my previously stated goal of doing something entirely different, it was very close to the downtown core where Union Station is.

South Central actually has lots of really amazing Craftsman-style architecture, which spent decades disappearing from LA:

Before I even got there, Naomi and Dismost, her boyfriend, told all of their friends that I would be in town and would take pictures of their bike gang.  Not only did I have no idea what to expect, but I’d been hyped up to such a point that I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to live up to their expectations.  They had planned a whole DAY dedicated exclusively to taking photos.  Yet, somehow I knew that this was going to be something special.

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May 7 2010

Union Station, Los Angeles

Did I mention that my train was running ahead of schedule?  One thing that seemed consistent with Amtrak trips I’ve read about or been told about, is that delays are very common.  Some trains are delayed for hours because of all kinds of issues, but the most common is because Amtrak shares tracks with freight trains and often, passenger trains have to wait for them to pass.  “Sharing” isn’t even the appropriate word, as the freight companies own the track and are required by law to let Amtrak run trains on their track.  This requirement seems to be a bit disdainful, and freight operators have no problem making Amtrak wait.  Most of the right-of-way from Oakland to Los Angeles was singletrack, and we passed a number of trains on the way down, so I can see how this could be a frequent issue.

On my trip, however, it was not.  I got to Union Station 45 minutes early.  Of course, I started taking photos immediately after getting off the train:

I made it about 100 yards, and while taking this photo of the ceiling, I was stopped by two sheriff’s officers:

“I’m sorry, you aren’t allowed to take photos in here”.

This was the first time I had heard of this policy.  I have taken literally hundreds of photos in LA’s Union Station over the years and I’ve never been stopped.  I could have argued with them, but I didn’t.

Before I left for my trip, I had sent emails to the press contact numbers for Amtrak. Honestly, I was hoping they’d love my idea and offer me and Jesse (a writer who was originally planning on joining me) free tickets, but it didn’t really work out that way.  However, my contact at Amtrak did offer to write an official letter that I could show to train crews explaining what I was doing and effectively acknowledging that Amtrak gave me permission to take photos.  I honestly didn’t think I’d need it as I’ve taken many trains before and have never had a problem taking photos.  But, I gladly accepted the letter, printed it out, and put it in my backpack.

Back in Union Station, I shrugged off the officer and told him that Amtrak had given me permission.

“Can I see your permit?”  The officer asked, rather sternly.

“Uh, yeah, sure”.  I said.  I rummaged around by backpack, found the letter, and gave it to him.  He looked at it, read a bit of it, looked at me, frowned, and handed it back.

“Thank you sir.  Have a great night!”

And he walked off.

I don’t know how long this policy has been in place, but not only was it recent, but it was enforced completely across-the-board.  Private security guards, LAPD officers, and transit police all stopped me in the few hours I was shooting in the station.  I was stopped seven times, sometimes one right after another.  A few times, a security guard simply said “okay”, and walked off after I told him I had permission, but other officers were more skeptical.

Maybe it’s the long hair.

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