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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.
The Expansive Gesture
Wait. What’s happening here? There seem to be…people…in the shot?
I am going to blame it on a condition I call Conference-induced Ennui, which was creeping up on me after a day and a half attending a professional conference in New Orleans. It was starting to look like a serious case, so on the lunch break, I decided it was time for some drastic action. In this case the drastic action involved, well, spying on those two women.
Maybe the woman on the right was trying to stretch her way through her own case of Conference-induced Ennui. But whatever she was doing, it was interesting enough for me to go way out on my photographic limb and make a photo of her.
And then, it was back to sessions. Stuff like “Essential Techniques for Successful Public Engagement” and “Ethics Cases of the Year” and “Denver’s Blueprint for an Inclusive City.” See what I mean about the ennui? You’re feeling a little lethargic just from reading that sentence, aren’t you?
New Orleans, Louisiana
photographed 4.22.2018
View of a spring shower
I never really even needed an umbrella until I moved to New Orleans. This fairly typical scene, though, illustrates the need for one…
New Orleans, Louisiana
photographed 4.22.2018
A shrine, of sorts
It was just an alley, after all. There wasn’t any real reason for it to feel different from any other alley I’ve ever walked down. But the progression of art and the rhythmic fences marking property boundaries gave it a bit of a formal feel. And the longer I stayed there, the more it began to feel special, like Important Things had just happened, and would happen again.
Or maybe paint fumes were getting to me…
along Fabrication Avenue
Dallas, Texas
photographed 4.14.2018
