I spent five years in New Orleans. Four and a half amazing years and one positively terrible final six months. College is pretty much awesome wherever you go, I’ve gathered, but I spent those years in one of the most delightful, challenging and historical places around. New Orleans will always hold a very, very dear place in my heart. Just like these folks.
Those ladies put up with all my ridiculous college antics senior year. We shared an apartment in the on-campus housing. We had dance parties. It was awesome. Jenny’s the only one of us to multiply, with the dude in the hat.
And because we a) are all dorks and b) didn’t have a lot of money in college, we decided to do a swamp tour since none of us had ever been. It was actually really cool.
This is a picture of an alligator. Oh, you see it now, right? You can say I’m a crap travel photographer but it’s just because I didn’t want to haul a bunch of lenses with me. 50 did just fine, thankyouverymuch.
This is a shrimping boat that blew up the river during Katrina. Crazy.
The swamp was a very beautiful place. Swamps get a bad rep.
Poor little R fell asleep before the baby alligator came out. Here’s where I might launch into a rant about how I am terrible at doing snapshots because I’m used to doing “photography.”
Further proof of dorkiness.
Yesterday morning, the last day in NOLA. Erin and Lara took early flights and mine wasn’t until 2:45, so I rolled on down to the Quarter to wander around and have a last food experience. Here’s a couple snaps.
Neon is back in style, go figure.
Also, dear friends, every time I see someone I used to know well but haven’t seen in a long time, they always tell me they read my blog. This should equate with me doing a lot more personal stuff in-between all my client work so these friends get some actual reward for checking in on me. I’m going to try to do that more often and maybe I’ll get better at doing snapshots!