Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Trite thoughts

I think it's impossible to walk around New Orleans and not think about writing.

It's the houses - they're all shuttered up at street level, but they have those second-floor balconies. The tension between privacy and social life, that compartmentalization, that's so Faulkner, so Tennessee Williams, so Tom Pearson. You can't help but make up stories like that when you see how the buildings mimic the psyche.

This view of backyards that we can see from our hotel fascinates me. Some are lush little gems, some are completely derelict. I've been wandering around taking pictures of buildings ever since we got here.

I'm outraged by how much is still broken and abandoned.

Still uploading photos to Flickr.