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Confederacy
For some reason, the Confederate Army of Northern Virginia has a large monument here in this cemetery in New Orleans.
I am not going to get drawn into the argument about tearing down (or not) monuments to various “heroes” of the Confederacy. Nope. I won’t.
All I am doing here is recording the way the light is coming in from the back of this monument. And the way the many of the names have worn away. And the way those two Confederate flags sure do look new, in spite of the fact that there is a heavy, locked gate across the entrance to the memorial.
Metairie Cemetery
New Orleans, Louisiana
photographed 4.24.2018
Floral Tribute
Even the flowers were dead…
Lafayette Cemetery No. 1
New Orleans, Louisiana
photographed 4.24.2018
Your daughter
There are some photographic things I almost always do: walk around back, look inside. And read what’s been left. This tomb had a rain-battered copy of King Lear, opened just as you see it here.
These tombs generally have many people buried in them, so I am making assumptions about the relevance of on of the lines in the open page. It says, “Your daughter is not well.”
Lafayette Cemetery No. 1
New Orleans, Louisiana
photographed 4.24.2018
Destitute Orphan Boys
Maybe one of the things New Orleans is most famous for are its cemeteries, which have above-ground tombs. You can imagine that I’d get in a cemetery visit or two while I was in town, and so I headed over to this one early one morning.
(Outside the gates, there was a man selling bottled water. It was, he said, the cheapest water in town. A travel tip from me to you.)
Lafayette Cemetery No. 1
New Orleans, Louisiana
photographed 4.24.2018
Bill’s lunch was ready
Y’all! This place was so good. It had a nice local feel to it, even though it is right by the convention center. It’s a typical New Orleanian place, on a corner with the door on a diagonal, narrow and dark, and offering delicious traditional stuff. Like fried oyster po boys.
The second time I went there* I ate at the bar. The cook came up, put that bag down and told Melinda-the-bartender** (and Melinda-the-photographer overheard), “Bill’s lunch is ready.” Sure enough, a couple of minutes later, Bill walked in to claim it. The other Melinda seemed happy to see him, like he’d been there even more often than I had.
The Corporation
New Orleans, Louisiana
photographed 4.23.2018
*I usually don’t repeat restaurants when I am on a trip.
**Yes, another Melinda. That doesn’t happen very often.
