In search of a coffee shop not as packed as Cafe Du Monde was, this particular morning, we walked the block and came across this quiet little street just on the other side of all the commotion that was in the French Quarter and Jackson Square. Along this street were these mailboxes just begging to be photographed. Aged. Old. Names tacked on there with type-tape, some names written then smudged or crossed out. Even the color on this photograph isn't tampered with (via photoshop). This is as is, and beautiful.
Monday, January 11, 2010
mail call
In search of a coffee shop not as packed as Cafe Du Monde was, this particular morning, we walked the block and came across this quiet little street just on the other side of all the commotion that was in the French Quarter and Jackson Square. Along this street were these mailboxes just begging to be photographed. Aged. Old. Names tacked on there with type-tape, some names written then smudged or crossed out. Even the color on this photograph isn't tampered with (via photoshop). This is as is, and beautiful.
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