A little life in the Big Easy

This sign is tacked up on a pole on Gov. Nicholls St. just before Rampart. It’s actually the second one there in the year I’ve lived nearby. I first noticed it quite a while back, and then one day, it was just gone. Not sure why or where it went, but a replacement sign has recently appeared in its place, so I snapped these pictures this morning just in case this one, too, decides to disappear. I’ve seen this exact sign a couple of other places across New Orleans, always in this small size, looking just like this, unobtrusive. It’s a nice reminder.

It’s funny, but I really don’t notice the fact that the electrical lines in my neighborhood are above ground until I look back at pictures after I take them. I obviously took the below photographs to try to capture the beauty of the sunset one recent Saturday afternoon, and didn’t notice the lines at all at the time. But now, just look at ‘em! 

The second photo below especially cracks me up, because where in the world are all those wires going? And where are they coming from? And what are they for? It’s an abundance of wires. These shots, incidentally, were taken on Treme St., between Gov. Nicholls and Ursulines. I still like the sunset, all that fluffy pinkness against the colorful houses. But I can’t help but notice the crisscrossing wires cutting through the scene.