There’s another place I fell in love with on my travels: Louisiana. New Orleans, especially, for it’s architecture, music, food, tropical gardens, iron urns, beautiful cemeteries, for its people and history and passionate embrace of life and death, for its celebrations. I have many shots of the city, these are a few pictures I took in the Louisiana countryside outside of the city in the former “plantation” country. There is not a tree more beautiful or haunting to me than a southern live oak with spanish moss hanging from its branches.
The iconic shot at Oak Alley (2007 or 2010).
There’s nothing like the feeling of driving along the backroads of the south listening to delta blues getting lost and feeling the sun on your skin. A true slice of Americana.
I love country porches.
Sweet tea and lemonade and a couple of rocking chairs.
The trees seem to come to life as they reach for the ground like some fairytale ancient creatures.
The mossy trunks and roots.
A beautiful walk: Louisiana is full of perfect, lush, tropical gardens.
The plantations are picaresque these days but the bitter truth of their origins is something you see when you are on its grounds. To think civil rights only got started about fifty years ago shows how close we still are to our darker history.
Some time I’ll post my New Orleans photographs of voodoo queens, Saint Louis No. 1, creole cottages, spanish moss, street cars, musicians, cafe au laits, street candids, flora and fauna and more…