3/27/2025
I was in New Orleans a few weeks ago for a wedding and found myself with some time to kill in the French Quarter. I was posted-up at the edge of Jackson Square, listening to a killer brass band when this guy with an absolutely insane energy rolls up. I'm kind of shy about taking photos in public and do not have the guts to ask a stranger if I can take their picture, so I decided to try and shoot from the hip on the sly. He was farther away than the cropped version of the image suggests, but as you'll notice in the snapshot below, my attempt at evading detection was not successful.
I was recently walking the dog around the time kids were getting out of school. Up the block was a group of gradeschoolers heading in the opposite direction. A boy who appeared to be 8 or 9 was speaking above his companions in what sounded from a distance like an insane and hitherto unheard language. As they approached his words came into focus - he was showing off his counting skills at a rapid pace to who was probably his younger sister. "One-thousand-one-one-thousand-two-one-thousand-three-one-thousand-four-one-thousand-five..." He gulped air and asked her "Can you count in 1.1 millions? 1.1 million-2.2 million-3.3 million..." His voice got lost in the crowd as the distance between us increased, but I've been dying to know if he made it from 9.9 million to 11 million.
I spotted a sharply dressed man riding up First Avenue on his bicycle. He was praying out loud and his hands were folded in front of his chest instead of gripping the handlebars. He wasn't wearing a helmet.
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