Last night’s rain has left this city soggy, and I was a bit nervous about getting caught in a downpour on my ride to work. I stayed dry, but it’s definitely time to start thinking about getting some quality rain gear. I took the Surly out for the first time since I got home tonight, pedaling through Central City in the thick air. Continue reading
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Fuck Prisons Graffiti on Jeff Davis and I10
This town, like any town worth its salt, is covered in graffiti. Some of it is deemed interesting enough to get covered on blogs and in the local paper, like the “Think That You Might Be Wrong” signs posted all over town. Those signs are considered by many to be thought provoking and interesting, when they aren’t being accused of being condescending eyesores. Continue reading
Graffiti at Race and Magazine
Tonight’s ride took me to dinner with A. and K. and then over to the coffee shop for a delightfully lazy evening of chatter in the cool(ish) breeze. My knees are feeling the pain these days, so it was good to take a day with only light riding. I snapped this picture of graffiti on the corner of Race and Magazine. Continue reading
Empty Wall on Decatur at Esplanade
I took Jack to the bike shoppe today for her first check up–she’s growing up so fast! On my walk to the coffee shop to wait for Jack’s return I snapped a picture of this wall that clearly used to advertise all kinds of things, but has recently been cleaned off. Continue reading
Bathroom Graffiti in the Marigny
Tonight was a lovely night for a bike ride–cool and dark and cloudy and threatening rain. That might not sound like a nice night for a ride, but it fit me perfectly. This weekend is the New Orleans Fringe Festival, so I rode down to the Bywater to join M. for a puppet show. I Continue reading