Monthly Archives: February 2016
The Mother Church
In early January, Christmas angels were still on hand to greet us at the Mother Church of the Acadians.
By the time of our visit, we’d missed the conclusion of the year-long celebration of the 250th anniversary of the church, which was founded by a group of Acadians who’d been evicted from Nova Scotia by the British. These exiles brought their rich culture and traditions which have left a strong, permanent imprint upon Louisiana.
St. Martin de Tours Catholic Church
St. Martinville, Louisiana
photographed 1.9.2016
The laundry still needs to be done
Remember the other day, when I said that the behind-the-scenes things fascinated me?
Bourbon Street, in New Orleans’s French Quarter, is known for many things – bars, strip clubs, Mardi Gras shenanigans, and so on. But there’s never been a mention of Bourbon Street laundromats, as far as I know.*
So you can just imagine how happy I was when I saw this place, right there on Bourbon Street.
corner of Bourbon Street and Dumaine Street
New Orleans, Lousiana
photographed 1.8.2016
* I went to grad school in New Orleans; my degree was in urban planning with a concentration in historic preservation planning.** We did a lot of projects in the Quarter. I’d led a pretty sheltered life until then…
** No, I really don’t use that degree. Ever. But thanks for asking.
Barriers and Beads
Things in New Orleans are often at cross-purposes. Like this foreboding razor wire atop a wall in the French Quarter, and the festive Mardi Gras beads that are caught in it.
New Orleans, Louisiana
photographed 1.8.2016
Opposite Sides, Still
The French and British haven’t always gotten along so well in Nova Scotia, so spotting the English cucumber sign on the opposite side from the Tour de New France poster sort of made my day.
Church Point, Nova Scotia
photographed 7.29.2015
One Day | One Image 