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Held this pose for about 15-min and so did his dog! FYI- this was taken in New Orleans! Taken 2007
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New Orleans, The French Quarter.
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The Bird of Paradise is an extraordinary flower, both in its vibrant colors and its unique form. The sun was shining directly on this blossom in an otherwise shady alcove and I liked the natural spotlight effect it created.
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Art inspired while listening to Crazy Train. Awesome song! Crazy Train I’ve listened to preachers / I’ve listened to fools / I’ve watched all the dropouts / Who make their own rules / One person conditioned to rule and control / The media sells it and you live the role Crazy Train
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french quarter in new orleans… Also check out Rita Ireland’s “New Orleans Cable Car” to see the same building! :)
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Street Performer Bourbon Street French Quarter New Orleans Louisiana USA All work © Keith Skinner – All Rights Reserved / No image may be reproduced, copied, transmitted or distributed by any means without prior written consent. All violations will be vigorously pursued with legal action.
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original painting – acrylic on canvas 50×60cm / (Dee Dee Bridgewater’s portrait)
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All That Jazz – Digital Art of New Orleans Preservation Hall All work © Keith Skinner – All Rights Reserved / No image may be reproduced, copied, transmitted or distributed by any means without prior written consent.
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A companion piece to our very popular Doors of New Mexico poster, this grande dame of a poster will look fantastic anywhere in your home. Like a walk through the French Quarter, you’ll find all kinds of fun and mystery in these beautiful photos featuring colorful, washed out, or just plain fascinating porches and doors.
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© Aimee Stewart, Foxfires – please see my CC Terms of Use before considering using this image for any personal or commercial use http://foxfires.deviantart.com/journal/6266450/ / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- / “Masquerade! / Take your fill - / let the spectacle / astound you….” – Masquerade, Phantom of the Opera All credits are listed here, click to view The full series: / (More coming soon!)
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“Think of me / think of me fondly, / when we’ve said goodbye. / Remember me / once in a while - / please promise me / you’ll try….” – Phantom of the Opera The full series: / (More coming soon!)
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©Aimee Stewart, Foxfires – please see my CC Terms of Use before considering using this image for any personal or commercial use http://foxfires.deviantart.com/journal/15905899/ / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- “Too long you’ve wandered in winter, far from my fathering gaze… ” – The Phantom The full series: / (More coming soon!)
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NOLA artist at work Copyright
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New Orleans is a city we know well. We both have family roots there, and Jake played rugby for Tulane. We wanted to see the devastation; we were braced for emotional heartbreak. We both already know, though, that the years of poverty and generations “on the dole” there in NOLA had set in place a sort of desperate disaster there for many, many years before the storm that flooded the city did. Many people there believe the storm was the best thing that could’ve happened, in retrospect, to give the city back some pride and to get some new buildings and houses built…and so, they wait. We drove through vast areas of emptiness and decay; mildewed homes never to be entered again. Enough of this. Jake, feeling melancholy and wanting a remembrance of the things of New Orleans that were familiar, took me back round Marengo Street, near where he’d lived in college. In fact, we found the old house. But it was a shell of its former rugby hooligan days, where crazy parties and proud, young, drunk ruggers stood their ground. Where he and I had once climbed up to the roof to be alone…. It was empty and near ruin; water damage all over, roof missing. A neighbor of questionable authority told us, “That’s Daphna’s house now. She don’t like guests.” Intrigued, we entered. Straight away we saw her in the parlor, half mad, half beautiful, mumbling and possibly not yet aware we stood, watching, transfixed. I called to her, “Daphne?” “No,” she replied, “Daphna, not Daphne,” a phrase she would utter somewhat incoherently for many moments throughout our stay. “Daphna, not Daphne. Daphna, not Daphne.” Jake said, “Do you live here now? What happened to Mr. Billeaudeaux?” She said, “He gone. I am waitin for Ben. Waitin for Ben.” Ben soon arrived, delivering a meal. But that was not his name. He said he was Henry. He did not wish to be photographed. He told us Daphna is lost, mentally and physically, and that her son Ben died in the storm, or in a war, or who knows, he said. So she waits. He said, she waits at the window, afraid. He said she is schizophrenic, but has no insurance and had to be released from State Hospital for room for those more badly in need after the storm. And he left, other meals to deliver to other shut-ins and crazees. Hey, his words, not mine. I had but one roll of damaged 120 Tri-X film left for the Hasselblad, as I had accidentally dropped it in murky, oily water in Harahan, the other side of the river. The film was moist, and splattery in spots, but I did get two or three good images. Some of the film’s emulsion was gone in spots, and the silver seemed to gather in the developer in processing. But hey, not bad for a day’s work. In life, we do animal rescue. But as never before in these broken moments, I wished I had had the way and means to do people rescue. For in this troubled person, I know there lies a heart that beats as mine does; a soul that longs, as mine does, to be free. As we left Jake’s bygone, ruined college house, the same man who approached us on entering asked for money. That usually happens in New Orleans. I said, “I never give hand outs to able-bodied men, but if you talk to me, I will pay for your time.” So, we sat, he and I, and talked about Daphna. He said she had lived in the old Billeaudeaux house for months, since the storm, when its last renters had abandoned it and its power had been shut off for safety violations. He said that cats fed off Daphna’s Meals on Wheels scraps. He said she was not a drug addict or a whore, like most of ‘em. He said, “Leave her be. I watch out for her, ” and demanded a twenty. I gave him ten because I had to buy more film. But last, I asked, as I handed him the bill, “Who is Ben?” “No one knows,” he said. “But he dead.” Without saying thanks, he wandered away. As we left, I saw Daphna, at the windows, hands against the glass, as she stood waiting. Waiting for Ben, whomever he was, and wherever he is. I wish he would return for her and save her, for certainly, I can not. I could far more easily save her cats, than she, and that is a sad, sad story about life today in the USA, particularly, in New Orleans; the city that time forgot. A note on the photograph – Medium format and 120 Tri-X film, scanned.
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I photographed this beautiful tropical butterfly in New Orleans, Louisiana.
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/ Royal Street is a street in New Orleans, Louisiana. It is one of the oldest streets in the city, dating from the French Colonial era, and is most well-known for the antique shops, art galleries, and stately hotels that line its sides as it runs through New Orleans’ French Quarter and tourist district. processed in photomatics and ps The street starts at Canal Street (above Canal Street the equivalent street becomes Uptown New Orleans’ St. Charles Avenue). It runs down through the French Quarter, Faubourg Marigny, Bywater, and Lower 9th Ward neighborhoods to the Jackson Barracks at the border of St. Bernard Parish. The Industrial Canal forms a gap in the street between the Bywater and Lower 9th Ward neighborhoods. The most famous section of Royal street is the portion in the upper French Quarter, known for its scores of opulent antique shops and art galleries. Despite its orderly nature, it is located only one block south of the party atmosphere of Bourbon Street. The prices at its art shops and antique stores tend to be very high; indeed, it has been listed as one of the most expensive places to shop in the world. The finer antique shops display not simply items that are old, but such rare items as pieces of fine art furniture owned by royalty of past centuries. Although such pieces are out of the budget of all but a few visitors, window shopping along Royal Street is a popular pastime for visitors, especially art lovers, even if they are not buying. / Credits go to Wikipedia. Nikon D200×18 – 200mm nikon lens
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/ / The ninth and current Natchez, the SS. Natchez, is a sternwheel steamboat based in New Orleans, Louisiana. Built in 1975, she is sometimes referred to as the Natchez IX. She is operated by the New Orleans Steamboat Company and docks at the Toulouse Street Wharf. Day trips include harbor and dinner cruises along the Mississippi River. It is modeled not after the original Natchez, but instead by the steamboats Hudson and Virginia. Its steam engines were originally built in 1925 for the steamboat Clairton, from which the steering system also came. From the S.S. J.D. Ayres came its copper bell, made of 250 melted silver dollars. The bell has on top a copper acorn that was once on the Avalon, now known as the Belle of Louisville, and on the Delta Queen. It also features a steam calliope that can play 32 notes. The wheel is made of white oak and steel, is 25 feet (7.6 m) by 25 feet (7.6 m), and weigh over 26 tons.[2] The whistle came from a ship that sank in 1908 on the Monagabola River. It was launched from Braithwaite, Louisiana. It is 265 feet (81 m) long and 46 feet (14 m) wide. It has a draft of six feet and weighs 1384 tons. It’s mostly made of steel, due to United States Coast Guard rules.[1] In 1982 the Natchez won the Great Steamboat Race, which is held every year on the Wednesday immediately before the first Saturday in May, as part of the Kentucky Derby Festival held in Louisville, Kentucky.[3] It has partaken in other races, and has never lost.[2] Those it has beaten include the Belle of Louisville, the Delta Queen, and the Mississippi Queen. During the Hurricane Katrina disaster, the Natchez temporarily moved upriver to Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Since then, operations have returned to New Orleans / credits Wikipedia
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Listening to Bobby Bare’s ‘Marie Laveau’ my wife Marie’s favorite country song, I came up with my version. Not the swamp witch of the song, but the most beautiful woman of New Orleans as legend has it. / Background pattern is from Dover Publications copyright free archives. The face is originally from Botticelli’s Venus, with a lot of re-drawing. / If you’re interested in the song ‘Marie Laveau’, written by Shel Silverstein and sung by Bobby Bare, the link to Utube’s Video is below. Bobby Bare’s ‘Marie Laveau’ FEATURED the ‘Devine Feminine’ group
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/ New Orleans Restaurants – Antoine’s Restaurant / Restaurant New Orleans / Since 1840, world-renowned Antoine’s Restaurant has set the standard that made New Orleans one of the greatest dining centers of the world. For over 160 years, Antoine’s Restaurant’s excellent French-Creole cuisine, service, and atmosphere have combined to create an unmatched dining experience for both locals and visitors to New Orleans. Antoine’s has a selection of 15 dining rooms, each with their own unique history and charm, for private parties and events for up to 700+ guests. Memorabilia from its many notable guests line the walls….and include General Patton, the Duke and Duchess of Windsor, President Roosevelt, Judy Garland, Carrol Burnett and Pope John Paul the II…to name just a few….
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Well this is done in Apophysis, I have to put in the balance to the one before. Nature of Spirit. They came from the same apophysis frame.. just used different tools in Photoshop. / Brushes natural #2 sizes 50 t0 65. MUSIC / Featured in Fractal Perception / Featured in Digital Brushstrokes / “Carnivale’” was featured in Music Inspired Art (M.… / “Carnivale’’ placed in the Top 10 of Woodstock Challenge!!!
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I just loved the colors in this womens dress and the colorful items for sale. This market is a lot of fun to shop and take a few photos as well. A must see if you ever get to New Orleans
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Soul
by Suds ChettyNew Orleans Blues Guitarist / Bourbon Street Festival – Sao Paulo, Brazil One of my last nights in Brazil! It was an amazing night at a blues festival in Sao Paulo. / This was from a blues jam session at the end of the night. Great guitarist from New Orleans… He wasn’t part of any of the bands that night, so unfortunately didn’t catch his name….. Nikon D40, Nikon 50mm f/1.8, 1/25Sec, ISO 200, Exp +0.3step 1st Place in the Musically Instrumental Challenge (Photography 101). 1st Place in the Live Music Photography Challange – Black and White. First place in the The sound , or sounds of music challenge (The World As We See It , or as we missed it Featured in Guitar Art , JPG Cast Offs and Latin America
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