On the road again..
So, I like to call this spam of pictures: TRAFFIC JAM WITH TEA.
Which you can take to mean two different things, although I personally dislike jam. Unless it's of the.. Pearl sort?
Nevermind.
I take my camera with me every time I plan on being on the road for more than a few minutes. Why? So I don't die, or kill someone, out of sheer boredom and frustration. Traffic in this city didn't use to always be this heinous. But then there was Hurricane Katrina, and New Orleans folk merged with our folk. And now, any place that took you 20 minutes to reach before, will now take you an hour, or an hour and a half, or more. If you plan on going across town one day, you better not plan anything else. Most people are adjusting quite well, adapting. Like me and family and friends. But others... well let's just say the rate of civilians getting hit by cars has tripled.
As one Baton Rougean blogger tells it:
...the parish's population has skyrocketed from about 415,000 before the hurricane to from 800,000 to 1 million. You can't fathom what it is like to be living in a city that has doubled its population in 7 days.
But at least we weren't flooded and ransacked, aye?
Nevertheless, here are some of the things with which I have amused myself in past excursions.
This one is my favorite. Not only are the baskets, in fact, blocking the door, but the little man in the picture is having a Monty Python moment.
"RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY!"
We call these the Creepy Crosses. They are seriously three giant crosses behind this Wal-Mart; no church, no building around them. Just there. Symbolism, anyone?
I always push down this one, regardless of what I'm drinking.
I had to make mom take this shot because she was in the driver's seat.
We were on the interstate. Not even during rush hour, and going slow enough to get the ideal reflection.
Yes, that is a tiger-painted dog.
Soap Opera!
Creepy chair.
Campus bus.
Ah, yes. The day down Siegan that took two hours to get out of a parking lot. Good times.
Which you can take to mean two different things, although I personally dislike jam. Unless it's of the.. Pearl sort?
Nevermind.
I take my camera with me every time I plan on being on the road for more than a few minutes. Why? So I don't die, or kill someone, out of sheer boredom and frustration. Traffic in this city didn't use to always be this heinous. But then there was Hurricane Katrina, and New Orleans folk merged with our folk. And now, any place that took you 20 minutes to reach before, will now take you an hour, or an hour and a half, or more. If you plan on going across town one day, you better not plan anything else. Most people are adjusting quite well, adapting. Like me and family and friends. But others... well let's just say the rate of civilians getting hit by cars has tripled.
As one Baton Rougean blogger tells it:
...the parish's population has skyrocketed from about 415,000 before the hurricane to from 800,000 to 1 million. You can't fathom what it is like to be living in a city that has doubled its population in 7 days.
But at least we weren't flooded and ransacked, aye?
Nevertheless, here are some of the things with which I have amused myself in past excursions.
This one is my favorite. Not only are the baskets, in fact, blocking the door, but the little man in the picture is having a Monty Python moment.
"RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY!"
We call these the Creepy Crosses. They are seriously three giant crosses behind this Wal-Mart; no church, no building around them. Just there. Symbolism, anyone?
I always push down this one, regardless of what I'm drinking.
I had to make mom take this shot because she was in the driver's seat.
We were on the interstate. Not even during rush hour, and going slow enough to get the ideal reflection.
Yes, that is a tiger-painted dog.
Soap Opera!
Creepy chair.
Campus bus.
Ah, yes. The day down Siegan that took two hours to get out of a parking lot. Good times.