morgan city: holga 135BC


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Lomographers of Acadiana: Faubourg Marigny, New Orleans

I wanted to have a meetup in New Orleans when it got cold enough (although of course it managed to be like 76 degrees the day we went), and I wanted to have it in a neighborhood that’s NOT the French Quarter. Don’t get me wrong, I like the French Quarter, but it’s the only part of the city I ever get to see. Well, once I rode the streetcar through the Garden District. And I think St. Louis Cemetery No. 1 is technically in Mid-City.

The Marigny is the next neighborhood upriver (I think? I have a terrible sense of direction. It might be downriver.) from the French Quarter and is generally thought to be like how the Quarter was before it got devoured by drunk tourists.


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The center of the Marigny is Washington Square Park. There’s a sign at the entrance admonishing people not to bring dogs, bicycles, or alcoholic beverages into it. So naturally, every single person you see has at least one of those things. That pretty much sums up New Orleans.


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I could shoot entire rolls of nothing but porches and front doors in New Orleans. The Marigny has a lot of Creole-style housing, one of the hallmarks of which is bright colors.


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I took this in Island of Salvation Botanica. It’s one of the few non-touristy Vodou shops in the city (they didn’t have any Voodoo dolls). Normally I’m very shy about photographing in retail or religious establishments, and this was both; but one of the reasons I formed the meetup group was for moral support in situations like this. I bought a bottle of perfume, so I was a customer and not just some rube who wandered in off the street.


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There was a “wellness center” next to the botanica, and it had a cute little band playing. Welcome to New Orleans: there’s always a band playing somewhere. (I put $5 in their tip box. My personal photographic code requires tipping of public artists whenever you photograph them.)


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St. Peter & Paul Catholic Church wasn’t on the itinerary, but I saw the top of the building in the distance and it looked interesting. It’s been closed since 2001, although I couldn’t find out any info why.

I also shot 2 rolls in the Brownie Hawkeye. I did the lens flip mod on it beforehand, so I’m eager to see how it turned out.

Lomographers of Acadiana: Harvest Festival in New Roads, LA (Lomo LC-A+)


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Lomographers of Acadiana: Harvest Festival in New Roads, LA (Pink Slim Dress)

This was pretty standard for a festival in south Louisiana: Cajun food and daiquiris, craft booths, rides for kids. But New Roads is a real pretty old town (founded 1720, one of the oldest towns in the Mississippi Valley), and it’s right on False River. That’s an oxbow lake that was cut off from the main channel of the Mississippi River by seasonal flooding in 1722. From the bank, it really does look like a river. There was a “duck tour” that went through the town and then out onto the water. It’s some kind of military surplus amphibious vehicle.

Anyway the festival was good for 4 rolls of film: 2 in the Yashica MG-1, and 1 each in the Lomo LC-A+ and Pink Slim Dress.


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St. Mary Catholic church


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Looking out on the river. Lake. Whatever.


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3rd time’s the charm

My third Lomographers of Acadiana meetup was groovy. Hope, the girl who joined immediately after I formed the group, came and she brought her girlfriend. She shoots a Diana F+ and she has all the different lenses; she can use them on her digital, too. Another girl joined a couple weeks ago, but she lives in Denham Springs and I don’t know how many meetups she’ll make. I hope some of them, because she’s a Polaroid enthusiast like me.

I picked a location in Iberville Parish, which wasn’t as far as Hope to drive, she lives in Baton Rouge. I don’t even know how I heard about Bayou Goula, I think I was trying to find out if there any ghost towns in Louisiana. It was mentioned as such on a couple old Geoshitties-esque websites, but really it’s just a couple of old foundations in an otherwise lively community. It’s really small and rural, of course.

We went to an old cemetery and the world’s smallest church (although there are like 20 churches in the world vying for that title). It was built in 1903 and looks like a tool shed with a steeple. It’s 8′ x 8′ and basically you walk in and boom, there’s the altar. There’s no pews. They only hold mass there one day a year; the rest of the time they leave the key in the mailbox for anyone who wants to use it, which I find charmingly trusting.

I don’t have any photos yet (except the Holgaroids I shot), because I stupidly took the film to Rite Aid, only to find out once I’d dropped it off that they don’t develop in house and I have to wait at least a week. Hmrph. But yesterday was so beautiful, and watching Hope use her Diana F+ made me realize I hadn’t used mine in months, so I slapped the 35mm back on mine and shot a roll around Henry and Bancker, and a few in Magdalene Square.

so i went to my first atheists & freethinkers meetup today

It was okay, but to be honest I only joined this group because there were literally no groups for ANY of my other interests closer than New Orleans. There aren’t even any book clubs nearby!

Most of the other members are “converts”: people who used to be Christian, then came to their senses. I can honestly say I’ve been an atheist all my life; I don’t ever remember believing in god. I believed in Santa Clause, but there was proof of Santa’s existence: presents under the tree every year! And like most people who went through adolescence in California, I had my eastern religion phase. It’s probably no mistake that the form of Buddhism I studied was Jodo-Shinshu, probably the least mystical form there is: non-monastic, all lay clergy, focused on worldly good works–they opened the first AIDS hospices in all of Japan, back when most of the world was still denying it existed.

Atheism to me is like the color of my eyes or the fact that I can raise one eyebrow: so much a part of who I am as to be unremarkable. I can wear rosaries or express an interest in Quakerism, but those things don’t make me not an atheist any more than getting a tan would make me not Caucasian. I don’t feel the need to define myself by it, it’s just a part of the big picture.

But it was refreshing to be with a group of people and not have to worry that someone was going to start ranting about how evolution is a conspiracy by godless scientists. (Note: no one has done that in my presence yet, but it’s much more likely to happen here than it would have been in the Bay Area.) Or people who think atheists are satanists. Or who make the same mistake that Hollywood does 9 times out 10 when an atheist character is portrayed in a movie: we’re all angry at god because of some tragedy! We just need to re-gain our faith!! Um, you can’t be angry at something you don’t believe in, geniuses.

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