The Blessing of the Fleet in conjunction with the 100th anniversary of the Golden Meadow, LA Catholic Church – Our Lady of Prompt Succor. The Blessing of the Fleet is not a new tradition: it’s been present in some form or another among the French-Catholic fishing communities of South Louisiana for nearly 300 years.
A 106 mile kayak/camping trip down Bayou Lafourche, including Donaldsonville, Napoleonville, Thibodeaux, Raceland, Lockport, Cut Off, Leeville and Fourchon.
Designed to defend New Orleans from the Union Army, Fort Proctor was constructed under the supervision of General P. G. T. Beauregard in 1856. Also known as Fort Beauregard and Beauregard’s Castle, the fort was originally located about 150 feet inland with a rail yard on its northern end. Today it is approximately 230 feet from the shore, surrounded by Lake Borgne.
This is the story of a hastily thrown-together cycling trip from New Orleans, LA to Biloxi, MS on April 26th, 2011, the Monday after Easter. As usual, I underestimated the amount of time it would take to pack for such a trip…
Street performer on Bourbon Street that calls himself “Funny Tumbow One Man Band”. The guy ROCKS by employing all appendages.
A trip down to Grand Isle, Louisiana, to see how things are developing, contribute a bit to the local economy, talk to locals, show some support, and try and make a surreal catastrophe happening a few hours away more tangible.
Mr. Lam hasn’t taken his boat out in weeks. BP told him shortly after the spill that they would call him to use his boat for laying boom. According to Mr. Lam this job would earn him $1,500 a day, however BP has not called.
A month after the Transocean / BP / Deepwater Horizon oil rig explodes, burns, and begins to perpetually leak oil into the Gulf of Mexico, I walk onto the beach at Grand Isle, unprepared for what I am about to witness.
Fall is such a nice time for biking in South Louisiana. No, we don’t have the typical “fall foliage” here – more of a green to yellow transition as seen through the smoke of billowing cane field fires, but despite the lack of leaves bursting orange and red, it is still pleasing to enjoy the outdoors at a breezy 70°.
Some trips are planned out out months or even years in advance. Phone calls, maps, gear needs, reservations, research, and countless hours traveling a virtual path in Google Earth typically come before these arduously strategical undertakings. This was not one of those trips.
I started before dawn at my home in the Marigny (a neighborhood just east of the French Quarter). First things first, I had to cross the Mississippi River to get over to the West Bank. The only safe option for river crossing via bicycle is the ferry, and the closest ferry to my home is the Canal St. Ferry.
This is a story about a cycling trip that follows every curve of the Mississippi River’s east bank, from New Orleans to Baton Rouge, LA. On this self propelled two wheel adventure, the clock started at 5:40 AM when my feet left the ground and found the pedals of my Trek bicycle. The idea for the trip however, was realized much earlier.
At 7:00 AM on Monday, August 29, 2005, hurricane Katrina made landfall as a category 4 storm… This project was shot over a period of two months. The photos, taken by both my wife (Angela Driscoll) and I, depict a desperate attempt at communication.
Somewhere during the summer of 2005, I took a trip to Galveston Beach (that’s pre-Hurricane Rita Galveston) with my friend Jeremy Gooch. It was my first time there, and I enjoyed it quite a bit, except for our total lack of sunblock.
Lake Verret is a large freshwater lake which drains an extensive area of freshwater swamps. It is one of the most productive lakes in Louisiana. Aquatic organisms are abundant here and support recreational and commercial fisheries for large mouth bass and channel catfish.
In the Fall of 2000, Ted Falgout allowed Angela and I to visit and photograph his alligator farm in Larose, LA. I grew up less than half a mile from the farm, went to school with and was very good friends with Mr. Ted’s twin sons, yet I had never been inside those gator houses.
What started out as a routine mechanic visit, ended up a Tour of New Orleans on bike. The tour’s only racers were the sun and myself. It wasn’t even close. This is the Slice that started it all!