A good amount of the photos in this collection are from New Orleans. The city is in my soul, it lives there and therefore is one of my muses.
“When writers come here they walk about smelling everything because New Orleans is, above all, a town where the heady scent of jasmine or sweet olive mingles with the cloying stink of sugar refineries and the musky mud smell of the Mississippi. It’s an intoxicating brew of rotting and generating, a feeling of death and life simultaneously occurring and inextricably linked.”
― Andrei Codrescu, New Orleans, Mon Amour: Twenty Years of Writings from the City