This project is a labor of love and tribute to a place I love. It represents my personal relationship with the city, its history and its people.
I hope as an ambassador to elucidate the myriad reasons for my personal love of this particular wet little spot in the world to people who are unfamiliar. If nothing else, this is offered in justification to my unfortunate friends and co-workers who have to put up with me somehow inserting “New Orleans” into every single conversation.
Lastly, I want to show people things often known only to New Orleanians. Here you will probably not find pictures of St. Louis Cathedral or Bourbon St. or read discussions of things so commonly know about the city. I resent New Orleans being forced to wear “the scarlet K”, but the aftermath of Katrina has become a significant portion of this group of photos. It was a watershed in history.
Special thanks to Andy (the inimitable Mr. Newit) for suggesting the Comic Press theme for Wordpress. The large image+blog is exactly what I wanted.
Meta-data for most images thus far:
Camera Model: My Cheapie $100 Nikon Coolpix that impresses me more each day. Dimensions: 1600×1200 (or 1200×1600) pixels ~600KB JPEG image. Everything is taken at the wrong time of day, completely in shadow. I’m not a photographer this is merely a catalog.
A very special thanks to Frumph, (one of the Comic Press designers) for hours of tech support that corrected issues that I as a newbie would have no chance of finding or correcting on my own, yet as secondary programming, lay outside the purview of my hosting company’s tech support. Mind you, none of my problems were related to Frumph’s product, which by the way, is offered for free. His altruistic commitment to helping the Wordpress community in general is profound.
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About Jimm:
Jimm was born a poor black child. He remembers the days sitting on the porch with the family singing and dancing, down in Louisiana, when his only toys were a tetanus-covered stick and messy hair. His father eventually informed him that he was not really born at all, but in fact, a crow shit him onto a stump. A “rough and tumble” child {read: clumsy} he bears the scars of a life of unintentional slapstick.
Now as an adult he is an enigma; a question mark. Like John Clayton, Lord Greystoke before him, Jimm was raised in the bracken and boughs; among still waters and the furies of creation yet he can be seated to sup among Lords, giving no indication of his origins save a faint odour of chelonian effluence. Part Henry Miller, part Alfred E. Neuman he is a lovable goof and a textbook Scorpio.
How did he become such an international jet setter, so windswept and interesting? A right-proper Victorian Dandy, Jimm is at once both a master as well as appréciateur of so-called civil society yet so contemptuous of its failing participants that he lives in a protracted state of oscillation between love and loathing of all. To return alone to the damp earth beneath the canopy will no longer suffice. His social cohorts, however, fail him every day. Jimm no longer lives in the world of man but walks next to him every day.
All in all a pleasant fellow, He finds temporary solace as a secluded Bohemian and non-self-sufficient farmer, who seeks to get off the grid, live by candle light and only eat what he kills or grows -living alone in the bee-loud glade, as it were.
Recently realizing a long-time dream to return to the alluvial soils of his past, Jimm now keeps a tiny barge-wood cottage situated right at the center of the oxbow levee created by the mighty Mississippi river that gives the Crescent City this name.
~Jimm
