New Orleans, Late February, 2007

I just uploaded 88 photos from a trip my brother, his fiance and I took to New Orleans back in February of this year. Our first day there Dad (who lives just north of Lake Pontchartrain), took us on a tour of the parts of the city which were destroyed by Hurricane Katrina. Or damaged by the hurricane and destroyed by the incompetence of elected officials all the way up and down the chain of command. I guess how you look at it depends on how forgiving you are feeling at any given moment.

Note that these photos were taken eighteen months after the hurricane hit. For those of my readers who are familiar with Grand Rapids, Michigan, imagine Kentwood with an eight foot high-water mark on every house.

Mardi Gras itself was beautiful, and fun, and something I recommend everyone experience at least once in their lifetime.

Click on the photo to see the rest of the set.

Catching Up

Prague, Czech Republic, 1994

I just scanned, cropped, straightened and adjusted another fourteen photos from my 1994 trip to Russia. Eighteen down, about eighty to go.

I also just finished updating the Crime Map. So far this year (that I know of) there have been eighteen murders. In 2006 there were 19 murders. We still have almost four months to go until the end of the year. With a little hard work, we can easily surpass last year. Our shareholders demand nothing less of us.

Prague, 1994

This is a test photo to see how my scanner (which I am using for the first time) works. The photo is from a set I took back in the Spring of 1994, when I and a group of students from Grand Valley State University and Indiana University Bloomington, along with our professors, spent six weeks in Russia.

This photo is from a tour of Prague on the way in.

More photos as I figure out a simple system for scanning, cleaning, and uploading.

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In May of 1994 I spent a month in the Hotel Rus, drinking vodka and Georgian wine, taking dozens of photographs, and generally having the time of my life. It was here that I got into the habit of keeping a daily journal, something which I have kept doing, more or less, ever since. I still pull out the photos once in a while to remind myself of what it was like to be 25 in St Petersburg.