Tuesday, October 26, 2010

New Orleans, day 1






I was so initially overwhelmed being here in New Orleans that I forgot to take pictures, for the most part. Will try to do better over the next week!



Donkeys, not horses, pull the carriages. And when they stand they all have one rear leg cocked and ready to kick!

This is the homeless guy that sat down at my table while I was drinking a beer- even though I gave him change thinking he'd go away. He didn't. In fact, he fell asleep and was snoring.

Ahhh! The birds! (This was actually quite odd, creepy really. They way they all move in unison, like a school of fish- but they never went anywhere but in circles.)







Yup, on a main street, a cop car vandalized. It wasn't me.

On the Road

From Baton Rouge to Bayou Segnette State Park (which I failed to take photos of- but really, it's a camp ground. I was more impressed by the set ups some people had in their RV's than the park itself. Some of those bastards had campers that are nicer than any place I'll ever be able to live in!) But the park as a whole was nice, places to swim and lots of people coming to launch their boats and etc. I was there 2 days just kicking back in the humidity and sweating like a mofo.









Last of Baton Rouge

Cool spot right by highway that has bomb artichoke and mushroom soup!


Neighbors dog Woodrow.

Hope all the homies back home were howling too!!





Show on the roof- this guy almost put me to sleep.

This chicks were pretty awesome, very sultry and harmonic with hints of blues.

Friday, October 22, 2010

Plantation (mostly)

There are twin lakes right down the road from where I'm staying here in Baton Rouge, and this is the one (the smaller of the two, of course) that I've run around every morning. It is absolutely gorgeous.






The Rosedown Plantation. Most of the plants in the garden, the structures, and the furniture in the house have been preserved for over 150 years.






This pine tree is over 300 years old. And it feels good.




























Slave stairs.




"Shower"






3 generations slept in this crib.





Went for a poetry read. After we walked down to the amphitheatre for a more intimate reading.