While compiling some pictures this week for a family reunion in July, I came across some slides of a stop in New Orleans from about 1961 or 62 of my mom and I at Cafe DuMonde. Mom first looked amused, then annoyed at my antics. I never made it back to New Orleans until last year. (And man, that Kodachrome is still great film.)
The city is a wonder to photograph even with a short visit. And stepping out from the Cafe and overlooking Jackson Square to St. Louis Cathedral, the oldest Catholic cathedral in the states.
Continuing on into the French Quarter presents unending images.
And sometimes it pays to be lucky. I liked how the moon was lining up with a cathedral cross when a falcon decided to join the scene.
And the magic light continues even as the sun goes down.