Posts tagged New Orleans

Weekly Photo Mojo: From a New Orleans Marching Band Perspective.

A lot of elements combine together to make New Orleans one of my favorite cities I’ve ever been to, but the most prominent has to be the music. At its heart, New Orleans is a place that thumps against your heart with the sound of tubas, raises the hairs on your skin with the song of saxophones, and gets your feet jiving to the tune of trombones. And the most cliché and accurate representation about the New Orleans musical vibes is their marching bands. Every weekend throughout the year, you’ll find… Read More

Weekly Photo Mojo: New Orleans Expressed in One Picture.

New Orleans is one of my favorite cities in the United States for many reasons, and a few of them can be summed up by this one photo. As I was wandering the streets, my attention was suddenly drawn to a woman walking down the street. No, it wasn’t because my male instincts were checking her out (I’m sure she is very pretty) but it was the 1950’s style dress she wore. It suddenly felt as though I had time traveled. The French style architecture i the houses that lined… Read More

Weekly Photo: Sunning Sunrise over a New Orleans Cemetery.

As we creaked out of New Orleans on the Amtrak Crescent train, we happened to stop beside this massive cemetery just as the sun was crawling over the horizon and flooding through these above ground crypts. All I can say is – hauntingly beautiful. Recently I took a trip down to New Orleans for a wedding, and subsequently fell in love with this lively city. I was aching to visit the above ground crypts and vaults that New Orleans is known for, but unfortunately I didn’t have time while I… Read More

Why I am So Damn Excited to be in New Orleans.

Ever since I was a young boy, I have been drawn to New Orleans. There is something about the city that I am pulled towards; a vibrant energy that calls to me every time I see photos of it, or like a siren song calling me when I hear jazz music in the streets blaring out lively tunes. Growing up, it was regular to hear similar tunes blaring out of the old stereo, and I couldn’t go a week without my father calling me downstairs to listen to “House of… Read More