Shooting in the South Loop this weekend, I wanted to test out a new toy camera lens I got for my Canon. Unfortunately the plastic lens had a fixed aperture of F8 so with the overcast day there was t enough light to making street photography happen with the lens. This meant I ended up taking all my shots of the day with my iPhone.
I got this shit while crossing upper Wacker. The car came down and then just stopped right on the street. I waited a few minutes for it to leave as I originally wanted the shot with an empty road but the didn’t look like it was going to move anytime soon. I took a few shots with while the car was parked there and think it came out better than it would have without it.
Not a great photo by any means but the only I got of this gentleman. I met this gentleman at a small bar in the French Quarter. The bar was pretty empty except for a few bartenders, this man, and maybe another customer or two. Sitting near the man I could overhear one of his conversations with the bartender and learned he was not having a great day so I minded my own business and gave my attention to my beer while I waited for my food.
This gentleman sat back after a while and began talking to me. He was a local and started asking where I was from. One thing about the local of New Orleans, all the ones I’ve come across were as nice as possible, all wanting to talk to you and learn where you were from. I explained I was visiting from Chicago and we bonded a little over the tv show Shameless. We got to talking and I explained I was in the city to take some pictures. He leaned back and started talking to me about art and how New Orleans was made for artists. He asked if if I knew why it was called the Big Easy. I said no and he went on to explain that it’s because all artists, visual artists, musicians, chefs, could come down here and do what they love and make a living at it, not get rich, but they could make ends meet. He said it’s that easy and that’s why it called the Big Easy. I have no idea if that’s true or not but I love the idea behind it.
I took this one last fall I think. I remember the morning being beautifully foggy as I walked along the lakeshore with the silhouettes of the city in front of me. While stopping to take photos a gentleman stopped me. He was older, shirtless, and spoke with a thick Russian accent. He started off telling me spots I could get a few nice shots and somehow the conversation ended with him telling me all about Russian vodka.
A shot from New Orleans a few months ago. I was in a club called The Spotted Cat around 2 in the afternoon listening to a jazz band. I had learned from previous visits to the city that it’s best to go in the afternoon as the evenings in the club are crowded and its hard to get a seat or even see the band. There were about a dozen or so people in the small bar listening to music. My attention was drawn to this gentleman who sat alone in the corner bopping along to the band. Of everyone in there, he was the only who who didn’t have a phone out and who was solely focused on the band. He cracked open this smile right as I got a shot with my phone. I quickly took my camera out of its bag in hopes of getting a better quality shot but by that time the smile was gone.
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