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March 1, 2012

Coming soon: Charming Charleston!

OK – it’s been a while – but I promise to post my account of Charleston within the next week – or two! ;-)

September 25, 2011

Turning the page to new adventures

Turning the page to new adventures

And so, my three month dream trip across the US has come to an end.

It is time to turn the page to new adventures. And I promise to keep you posted on that in the not to distant future..

In the meantime will be finishing and updating this blog quite a bit, so please come back to read the finished posts and see the photos from Charleston, Washington, New york and much more!

Here I am - turning the page to new adventures. This is the third monument of the great Danish fairytale writer, Hans Christian Andersen, I have come by on my road trip across the USA. This one is located in Central Park, New York. It was almost as if the monument of old Andersen came alive and whispered an encouragement in my ear to keep the adventures going...

September 22, 2011

New York, New York

New York, New York

My otherwise very enjoyable visit to New York (and thus the whole trip) ended on a bad note – or two. It will definitely NOT ruin my otherwise great trip, but I surely could have done without the bad experiences. Read all about it when I get this post up.

In the meantime here are a couple of photos from New York City. More will be coming!

This HDR image af the Empire State Building was created from three exposures in Photomatix.


These guys could dance - not least the dude to the right, who would spin around on his head! They also gave me a piece of advice; Webster's Hall was to the place to go out on a Saturday night...


This is a self portrait by a famous Danish artist. So, who do you think it is?


September 20, 2011

Grand Central Terminal

Grand Central Terminal

What an amazing visit I had today to Grand Central Terminal in New York City. I was lucky to be able to tag along with a group of the nicest ladies and Daniel, who took us to the most unbelievable and (previously) secret placesin the world’s biggest, best and most amazing railroad terminal. Daniel did a fantastic job and kept all of us mesmerized for hours.

Thank you ladies, thank you Daniel!

I look forward to sharing the story and some more photos, a.s.a.p. when I get them processed.

This photo was taken from the opposite window to what you see at the end of the terminal. There are glass walkways, so we could walk "inside" the huge windows. As you can see the window could also open. For me it was the window of opportunity...


To take this photo I had to go through the situation room of Grand Central, the control room, through a secret door and climb up an old rusty ladder all the way up behind the iconic Tiffany's clock. How about it?


September 14, 2011

Monumental Washington

Monumental Washington

I spent September 11th and a few days thereafter in Washington. A short story – for once – and a bunch of photos will be coming up!

The moon rises over the capitol.


Here is a photo of a sculpture inspired by a photo - the Iwo Jima Memorial.


September 9, 2011

President Obama (video) UPDATED

President Obama (video) UPDATED

Wohoo – I had the unexpected pleasure of attending a speech by president Barack Obama – live in person. Here is how it came about…

I just happened to be in Richmond. I had just (barely) woken up, checked out from my motel and was now sitting in my Jeep in front of “7 Eleven”. As I was having my modest breakfast consisting of a banana and trying to wake up, I flipped on the radio. It was mentioned right then that president Barack Obama would be appearing at Richmond University one and a half hour later to give a speech on the Jobs Act that he had just announced in his speech to congress a couple of days earlier.

Suddenly I was completely awake. Hey, I was in Richmond and the president was on his way here!

Maybe I would have a chance of catching a glimpse of the president or even take a snapshot at his arrival, if I was lucky?

Quickly swallowing the last bites of the banana I pondered whether it on the other hand would really be worth it to head towards the university, knowing that the security would be tight and I might just get caught up in traffic congestion and the security hassle without even seeing as much as the motorcade. It might not be worth it.

Well, what the heck – I took the chance, punched “Richmond University” into the GPS and went on my way.

Going down the highway, I noticed the increased police presence with a patrol car parked in the median every few miles, and as I turned off the highway and proceeded towards the university the security became really tight.

The first couple of rows of every parking lot next to the road were fenced off, and there would be a police car in the driveway of every single private property for the last few miles towards the university. Police and security forces were everywhere, on the streets, in the surrounding woods and not least in the air by helicopter.

As I arrived at the first gate to the university, I wondered if this was the place, where the president would arrive. The GPS suggested me to continue for several miles. But the presence of security forces, fire trucks and ambulances hinted that this was probably the right place.

There was a small parking lot in the woods just opposite the gate, and I managed to squeeze the Jeep in on an unauthorized spot between the trees. I hoped it would not be hauled off…

Considering the security situation, I decided to leave my photo backpack in the car and took just my camera with me. On my way towards the university buildings I met a nice young couple, who informed me that this was indeed the right place, and the auditorium, where Obama would give his speech, was just beyond the ballpark in front of us.

They also informed me that in order to attend the event I needed a preordered ticket.  What a bummer… Well, I might still have a chance to see the president arrive, so I went along with my new friends towards the auditorium.

As we passed a police officer I overheard instructions on the police radio: “Do not let any pedestrians pass by!” I quickly picked up my pace, while the officer luckily just responded: “I just did…”

At the auditorium people were standing in long lines around the building. My new friends quickly lined up.

Left by myself I tried to assess the situation. I noticed an elderly couple sitting on some stairs and I struck up a conversation with them. It turned out that they had given up standing in line, and I could have their tickets.

Wohoo – it seemed to be my lucky day. I thanked them and headed towards the lines, where my friends from earlier had advanced quite a bit in the meantime. So I sort of joined them not to far from the entrance.

Obviously there was a security procedure at the entrance. It was similar to that of an airport. But I did not even have to show any ID, and I was allowed to bring my camera after a security officer had checked it out.

Wohoo – I was starting to get excited!

All the best seats were obviously taken in the auditorium, but there seemed to be a few seats with a front view of the president in the corner far up behind. But I would have a better view if I could stay right on the platform in front of the entrance. A few disabled people had been assigned space there in their wheelchairs and on regular chairs.

So, I borrowed an extra chair from a security guard, and while this was certainly not the best seat in the house it was not that bad either as I would have a clear view of the president.

Wohoo – I was ready for the experience and getting more and more excited as the crowd cheered, made waves and acted as if we were about to experience a rock concert or a football match.

The energy kept building up in the crowd and I for one could not help being affected by it.

Then suddenly president Obama was introduced and came into to hall. As he entered the hall it was like the electricity that had charged in the air finally was released and struck all of us like a lightning bolt. The crowd let out a huge roar and gave the president an enthusiastic applause. It seemed like the roof might blow off!

The president was obviously among supporters. Several members of the crowd would interrupt the beginning of his speech by yelling: “I love you!” and the president would reply “I love you too!” to cheers and applause from the crowd.

Then the president went into his serious speech about the Jobs Act that according to president contained measures that democrats and republicans should be able to agree on. The president outlined that everything in his proposal would be paid for, that it would create much needed jobs and that congress should pass this bill right now!

The crowd went wild, and so did I!

Even though my camera (or rather the 24-105mm lens) has an image stabilizer I had to support it against a railing because with all the excitement my hands were literally trembling.

Unfortunately I was a bit too far from the president to get a tight shot, as I had only a 24-105mm lens on a full frame camera. How I wished I had the 100-400mm that I rented for Yellowstone. Well, the only thing I could do was to try to get closer. So after charming a secret service agent a little bit, she let me go down the stairs to the front row and take a few shots and a bit of video before she ordered me back on the platform. I was still not really happy with my photos though.

The president wound up his speech to another huge roar, and the national anthem came on as the president slowly made his way towards the exit shaking hands with crowd members on his way out. As the audience broke up I saw the chance to move closer to where the president had entered and would surely exit the auditorium.

As you can see below, I did manage to snap a few shots more up-close. They are not perfect, but I find them decent under the quite difficult circumstances of the available light, the excitement, the security hassle and not least a nutty lady next to me who started punching at my camera because I had taken enough photos, in her opinion…

Wohoo – it was one of the most exciting events I have ever experienced!

It took me quite a while to wind down in the parking lot afterwards. While I was waiting for the traffic congestion to dissolve, I reflected about the whole experience. I had finally come to witness and understand how a charismatic leader can affect a crowd.

Fortunately, Obama is one of the good guys and I hope that his balanced policies will prevail to the benefit of the American people and the world.

In between trying to capture a decent photograph of the president, I managed to capture excerpts of the speech on video with my (photo) camera. Again, I wish i was able to get closer, that I had my directional microphone with me etc. But hey this was a spur of the moment thing recorded under difficult circumstances. I think it holds up – do check it out!

The president in a thoughtful moment during his speech. This photo is heavily cropped as I was too far from the president to frame him tightly with my 24-105mm lens.


President Obama took his time to greet members of the crowd before leaving the building.


Hopefully this photo gives a sense of the excitement and the affection between the audience and the president.


In my opinion president Obama has genuinely reached out - if only congress would come together and "pass this bill!"


Here I happened to catch the president with a bit of a funny look on his face. I cropped this shot a bit and blurred the background in Photoshop in order to isolate him from distractive elements in the background.


Here I also blurred the fore- and background in Photoshop but a bit less than in the previous shot.


President Obama is leaving Richmond University.


September 7, 2011

Charming Charleston

Charming Charleston

Charleston is a beautiful and charming city. I love it here! But in this post I will also have to deal with the darker sides of the city’s history – not least concerning slavery…

Pineapple is the symbol of southern hospitality - so why not a Pineapple Fountain to show it off? I had to stack a few neutral density filters on the TS-E 24mm lens to get a slow enough shutter speed to show off the flowing water. I love this shot. How about you?


How about this set of balls?


Here is the Canon that goes with it in Charleston's Battery Park. For this and the previous shot I used the Canon (no pun intended) 50mm f/1.4 lens, which I really have neglected to use so far. Here I am using it wide open to achieve a nice shallow depth of field.


Here is a prime (pun intended) example of the shallow depth of field that you can achieve with the Canon 50mm f/1.4 wide open. The bokeh (background blur) is admittedly a bit nervous. But there is a lot of it, and you really get bang (!) for the buck considering the fair price of this lens. It makes me crave the Canon 85mm f/1.2 for portraits and/or the Canon 70-200mm f/2.8 IS II. Oh, man...


The Confederate flag still flies in Charleston. We will get into all that when I get my post up!


Not least we will get into the dark sides of Charleston and South Carolina's history concerning slavery. Here is the Old Slave Mart (Museum), where people were held, inspected and sold like cattle. Think of the destinies that came through this place...


The United States Custom House in Charleston. As you probably can tell, I took this with the TS-E 24mm and quite a bit of tilt. Remember to click on any photo to enlarge!

Come back to read my post and see more photos that will shed light on different perspectives of Charleston!


September 5, 2011

Mission accomplished!

Mission accomplished!

Having reached Jacksonville Beach I have accomplished my mission to travel across the States coast-to-coast from the Pacific to the Atlantic! :-)

I still have a couple of weeks left on my trip, though, before I must depart from New York, and I intend to make the most of the remaining time.

If you have followed the blog, you will know that I spent my birthday August 31st by myself in Destin, Florida. I loved the pearly white beaches and the emerald green waters there, but the nightlife was really not much to speak of. The season was ending, and there were not many people in town.

I could have stayed throughout the Labor Day holidays and hoped for more activity, but as a front approached, I headed east, which turned out to be a good choice.

The beaches of Jacksonville Beach (Jax Beach) are not pearly white. They are more grayish. But there is a nice fishing pier, volleyball nets, lots of restaurants, cafes and bars in a good layout as well as a very nice atmosphere. There were also more (local) people around. In addition quite a few came into town for Labor Day.

So, I enjoyed the gray beach, playing in the smashing waves and tried to make up for my mediocre birthday celebrations in Destin by exploring Jax Beach at night.

Rush Bar was the place to go, and it turned out to be quite amusing.

On the first night a girl came over and introduced herself. She informed me that she was celebrating her 21st birthday with a bunch of girlfriends. Yes, I could see that… She went on to explain that it was on her the to-do list to have a shot with a redhead – and I while I explained that my hair is “golden blond” – it was close enough.

I did not get a shot, but the other girls shot a bunch of documentation photos of us together for Facebook or whatever. Made me feel like my 15 seconds of fame as all the flashes went off. And hey, girls if you are reading this – where are the photos you promised to send me?

Next, one of the girls was kind to compliment my attire consisting of a short-sleeved shirt, jeans and sneakers. She knew what she was talking about, because she had just graduated as a fashion major. I, on the other hand, did not know what I was doing, because I was stupid enough to reveal that the shirt was a 10-year-old rag. Then she asked about my age – since she probably figured that I did not buy the shirt at the age of 10 or 11. So, I admitted that I just had my 33rd birthday, which turned out to be another mistake. She thought I was around 25. Doh!

When will I learn to be more dishonest, and play my cards better?

OK – I am just kidding here – about playing my cards. But in any case, somebody knew how to play his cards, because a while later the fashion major had retreated to the shadows of the corner with a dude – and her girlfriends fired away again to get a documentation shot for Facebook.

On my second night in Jax Beach while I was having a drink by myself – as usual – I could not help noticing three girls tearing up the dance floor doing a dance or something together. And I was not the only one watching their antics. A whole bunch of guys were lined up with their jaws dropped to the floor.

When the three girls finally took a break from the dance floor, one of them walked past me and complimented my glasses. She thought they were hot. Well, so was she.

We had a short chat about the glasses, this and that. Then before moving on she suddenly turned her back on me, bent slightly forwards and started grooving like an earthquaking, hipshaking, soulbreaking machine – to quote a song I heard on the radio the other day. What could I do but step up to the challenge and join the dance?!

Hey, that girl knew how to get down on a dance floor – as if I did not know already. It was great harmless fun. God bless America! ;-)

Before leaving Jax Beach the following day I went for a walk on the beach, while I attempted to catch a bit of the atmosphere with my camera.

As I did not have a big tele lens with me, I could not photograph the dolphins that was jumping off the coast but I hope that the photos below gives you a good idea of what Jax Beach is like on a cloudy day!

There is a lot of acivity around Jacksonville Beach Fishing Pier, but I managed to snap this shot of it in a quiet moment.


I headed out on the pier to see if the sport fishermen had luck.


I did not catch a fish this big. I was just happy to have completed my journey coast-to-coast.


It was also close but no cigar for Grandpa, if he had not brought the tobacco himself.


But this guy got lucky.


And this guy was even more lucky catching a nice trout.


A couple of younger fishermen agreed to pose for a picture.


In fact, this little dude could not get enough of being photographed - and he wanted to be just by himself in the picture!


Someone hooked a sea turtle. Crocodile Dundee to the right (with the knife between his teeth) was there immediately to handle the situation. He took the knife and - a break for drama here - set the turtle free (after unhooking it of course).


As the fish is also a Christian symbol it was not totally off that this group of friends studied their bible on the pier.


There was a need for prayers that day on the beach. Behind this rescue vehicle a mother was weeping, as she had lost track of her 4-year-old son. Fortunately, he was found sound and safe. If the tears were not already flowing, they poured as they were reunited.


So there was something to celebrate and nobody did it better than my new friends from Puerto Rico. What a beat!


As I walked back for a pizza and a sweet tea before hitting the road, I came across this classic and beautifully restored Volkswagen.


A girl was taking a nap inside. Probably she had also had a night on the town. Notice the reflection...


August 27, 2011

Rita and Bianca

Rita and Bianca

I was  attempting to do a little street photography on Bourbon Street before the sun set, and the creatures of the night would come out and make their sweet music – to paraphrase a classic line from “Dracula”.

If you have been to New Orleans, you will know how hot and humid it can get, and at this point I was starting to be pretty dehydrated. A waitress, Rita, standing in a doorway recognized my condition and kindly offered me a glass of water. How considerate! In return, I took a quick street portrait of Rita and promised to process and upload it.

As I headed back to my motel I also ran into the little trickster, Bianca, who did not offer me anything for free, but asked me to also take her photo. And so I did, because her tricks were not that bad, and she played them in a charming way.

I think both photos are pretty good street portraits without any processing. They also provide me with a good opportunity to show you what you can achieve with the Portrait Professional software. It is easy to use – and it really comes in handy, as you can see below.

Besides the features of applying a “digital make-up”, removing skin blemishes etc. the software also has a feature to re-sculpt facial features. I use this feature with restraint and care, as I think a portrait should remain authentic. But a little enhancement does not harm – because a photo usually does not show a person’s charisma, so a little extra has to be added visually to make up for that. Can you recognize any of the re-sculpting? I do not exactly remember if and what I did in that respect…

By the way, according to Wikipedia a trickster is someone who “plays tricks or otherwise disobeys normal rules and conventional behavior.” ;-)

PS: If you girls are reading this and would like a high resolution copy of the portraits, drop me a line, and I will send them to you (by e-mail) free of charge and tricks…

Before: a neutral version of my street portrait of Rita.


After: the portrait has been processed in a number of ways in Portrait Professional, some manual retouching has taken place and the photo has been cropped slightly. What do you think?


Before: a neutral version of my street portrait of the little trickster.


After: the portrait has been processed in a number of ways in Portrait Professional, some manual retouching has taken place and the photo has been cropped slightly. Well, the little trickster is not the only one who can do tricks. What do you think?


August 27, 2011

New Orleans – a mixed bag

New Orleans – a mixed bag

I was disappointed and disgusted by New Orleans on the day of my arrival.

Well, actually I did not arrive in the day but at night. So I was ready for a bite of food and a beer after a long journey.

Since Bourbon Street – the party street of New Orleans – was nearby, it seemed like a sensible destination to go. And there was certainly something for my senses in Bourbon Street.

The first thing that struck me, as I entered the street, was the horrible stench of horse manure, garbage, urine and vomit that mixed in the hot and humid air. Oh boy…

At the same time my eyes were met with the flashing signs of the various establishments of Bourbon Street. And the first few establishments on the street were exactly “establishments” if you know, what I mean – and I think you do.

If the signs were not enough to get your attention, one or more girls of the said establishments would stand in the doorway “wearing nothing but a button and a bow” – to quote a song by Leiber and Stoller – while pointing at you and yelling: “come heeeeere!”

The girls had to yell pretty loud because the street was like a disco inferno. It seems that the loudspeakers were turned out the windows and doorways in another attempt to get your attention.

The crowd was as thick as the stench, and everybody seemed to be intoxicated to the point where they had lost any inhibition.

From the balconies “pearl” necklaces went flying though the air aimed at the ladies walking on the street. Some would pick them up and in turn flash something the other way. It is apparently a New Orleans tradition…

In the pubs I witnessed a way of “dancing” that I had not seen carried that far before. And I have to admit that I am not ashamed on a dance floor. Let’s give them something to talk about, right?

But hey, the “dry dancing” that I saw that night was a bit over the top. In one place the singer of a band put her big behind over the railing. A guy in the audience would then stick his whole face – well, you know where – and rub it in. His wife cheered him on…

If that was not enough, the big mamma on stage would then turn around, grab his head with one leg around his neck while standing on the other and rubbed his face in again. Meanwhile, another couple was “dry dancing” against the railing. I left…

In fact I left Bourbon Street after a couple of beers and walked back disgusted by the place.

I was thinking to myself – what is this place? Well, it was certainly dirty in every meaning of the word.

It really is a shame, because there is so much history, culture and cuisine in New Orleans, which is easily overshadowed by all the decadence and tacky touristic stuff.

Now, it is not as bad everywhere in Bourbon Street as described above. But being just by myself, being sober and unable to engage anyone in a normal conversation, I took a negative focus, I guess.

However, the next day I started to view New Orleans from a different perspectives. I received an email from my hiking buddy, Tania, who I had met in Yellowstone. She was in town with her colleagues for a convention and invited me to join them for lunch. How nice – I ran to the “Crazy Lobster” to join the group!

We had some nice seafood, and afterwards Tania and I went for smoothie (not smooching) and a chat on a bench overlooking the mighty Mississippi. As mentioned in other posts, the social experiences on my trip are really the best part of it. And it is really amazing how you sometimes can have a great conversation with someone that you have just met recently.

Tania was a bit stricken after a few days of attending the convention (and partying with her colleagues), so she went back to her hotel to get a nap, while I wandered on through town and looked at some of the nice galleries and antique shops in the French quarter.

In the evening I had the opportunity to hang out with Tania and her colleagues again. I really appreciated that. Suddenly, I saw Bourbon Street from another angle as I was now part of a group and could focus on my new friends instead of feeling alienated by the too-much behavior of some of the people.

We had a ball, and I was thankful that I did not have to go straight to the airport like my new friends from Texas.

In fact, I stayed a few more days exploring the Big Easy and trying to discover more of the genuine culture, cuisine and architecture.

It is there – actually, there is so much of it. But it is like grasping for gold nuggets in a muddy stream, if you do not come prepared: you do not know where to reach, the stream might lead you on a detour, you might grab something unintentional and get your hands dirty, if you are not careful…

So, during the next couple of days I tried to grasp those nuggets in the muddy stream and avoiding the cheap offers and the tricksters of the town.

Among other activities, I went for a nice historic walk in the garden district with a very educated guide, Nancy, and a couple of other tourists from New York.

We were just the four of us, so it was a real personal experience and I even had the time to do a bit of photography along the way, setting up my tripod etc.

We started at the historic Lafayette Cemetery, where Nancy explained how a Louisiana burial works.  A family tomb usually consists of a small mausoleum with two burial chambers – one above the other.

When somebody dies, the body is placed in the chamber below in a thin wooden casket. When the next family member passes – if at least one year and one day has passed – the burial chamber will be cleaned out and the remains moved to the “second floor” with the rest of the family. You see, after a year of “cooking” (as Nancy put it) in the Louisiana heat and humidity, the body and casket is broken down almost completely. Only the scull and pelvis may be left with the remaining dust…

We went on to see a lot of interesting homes in the beautiful garden district – a very nice break from dirty downtown. As we stopped at the home of Confederate president Jefferson Davis, where he in fact died, I had to ask Nancy how southerners feel about the civil war.

I had expected a rather complicated explanation, but almost before I finished the question, Nancy blurted out: “we should have won!”

Nancy went on to explain how Lincoln had not freed (all) the slaves; that the proclamation of emancipation was only directed at the Confederate States as a measure of war. The slaves of the rest of the country (Union states and various other areas) were only freed in 1865 when congress passed the 13th amendment, she informed me.

Well, I learn and experience something new every day. Hmmm…

Nancy could also tell a ghost story or two. In her house, the pictures would come off the wall. They would not fall down and break. No, the ghost of a young woman would gently pick them down and put them on the floor. Hmmm, Nancy, maybe you husband is playing tricks with you!

Anyway, it seemed like a fitting story, as we would soon pass the house not only of local residents Sandra Bullock and John Goodman, but also the birthplace of Ann Rice, who wrote “Interview with the Vampire” – which by the way was filmed in part at Oak Alley Plantation, which I would later visit.

I highly recommend such a walk in the garden district, if you visit New Orleans.

Back in dirty downtown I continued to explore and grasp for the golden nuggets in the muddy stream of New Orleans. One nugget was easy to locate: Preservation Hall just off Bourbon Street. The building truly looks dilapidated and the interior is even “worse” – but that is part of its charm! And every night it comes alive with original and acoustic New Orleans jazz without any amplification whatsoever. It is great – go there, if you are in N’awlins!

I also got to hear some great amplified music in another street – where you definitely have to go, if you are in town – Frenchmen Street. It is just off the French quarter, but more authentic than the tourist district. There are lots of places with live music on Frenchmen Street – and as opposed to Bourbon Street it is fortunately not a bunch of Bon Jovi cover bands. It is the real thing.

One night I heard the greatest blues-jazz-funk I have ever experienced. The band was smoking hot. In the middle of a set a blind gentleman, who looked like the ghost of Ray Charles, stepped up to the vintage Fender Rhodes and set the place on fire. Well, it looked like his fingers were on fire the way he played. And what music he/they made; man it rocked – or as a native son of Louisiana, Jerry Lee Lewis, once put it: “down in Louisiana, we call that boogie-woogie…”

By the way, in that pub I had the good fortune of meeting a nice young couple, Kim and Jason, from Chicago. They seemed to match each other perfectly like yin and yang. Kim had her 32nd birthday and probably had a drink or two to celebrate it. Or perhaps she just let all of her charisma and extrovert personality shine through on her birthday. Jason on the other hand was calm as a rock taking in the experience of the band in a cool relaxed fashion. I enjoyed hanging out with my new friends for a couple of drinks and enjoying the incredible band together. By the way, thanks guys, for the party photos – I really appreciate it! ;-)

As I walked home, I passed a couple of poetry writers on the street. They were typing away on old typewriters, writing poetry at demand. One of them was sitting on a chair. The other was sitting in a (clean) trashcan on a cushion. Hmm…

As I approached my hotel, I was approached myself by a working girl, but she was fortunately no hassle. Then next a fat rat crossed the street and literally ran over my feet as it headed for the basement of a luxury hotel, which I will leave unnamed.

Yes, New Orleans is a mixed bag indeed. But do go to the Big Easy to visit – especially if you have somebody to go with. Just prepare yourself so that you know in advance where to find the golden nuggets of your interest. Then you can have a great time spiced with some rather unusual impressions…

To my surprise, I was almost thrown out of Jackson Square for setting up my tripod to take a photo of the equestrian statue and the cathedral. Notice that this is one of the rare equestrian statues, where the horse is only resting on two legs. Usually, the statue is also resting on the tail for structural strength.


St. Louis Cathedral is a catholic church.


I met Giovanni just around the corner from Jackson Square. He was down on his luck and I gave him a buck or two. In turn he posed for a photo or two. I promised to tell everybody to go look for Giovanni, if you go to New Orleans!


Preservation Hall also looks like it has been through a lot. It is a great place to experience authentic New Orleans jazz.


There is a woodoo shop just across the street from Preservation Hall. Here is the shop's window display.


A waitress, Rita, was hanging out in the doorway waiting for guests. She kindly offered me a glass of water as she saw that I was dehydrated. In return I took her portrait and this silhouette as I cooled off inside.


Certain parts of Bourbon Street are quite dirty... every sense of the word. I will spare you from pictures from this spot at night, when the "staff" started working...


Here is another shot from Bourbon Street before sunset, when the creatures of the night would really come out. I was heading back for my hotel as I did not want to get stranded there with all my photo equipment.


A residence in the French quarter a bit earlier in the day. I think somebody likes white here...


Here are a couple of garden cottages in the French quarter. I used the Canon TS-E 24mm II to blur the top and bottom of the photo - but it really only shows at the bottom as there is no detail in the sky. A nice effect, I think.


Now we are in the garden district, which is much nicer and cleaner. I just love the the Greek revival architecture and the columns.


Here is another set of columns. Former President of the Confederate States of America, Jefferson Davis, died in this home in the garden district. He was first laid to rest in New Orleans. Later his remains were moved to Richmond, Virginia.


The members of a secret society are resting in these tombs. Nobody knows exactly what it was about, because the last member burned all the papers of the secret society before passing away. Your guess is as good as mine...