Early one Saturday morning on one of my usual street photograpy outings, I stumbled upon a pocket of green that stood out conspicuously from the concrete jungles I had previously been frequenting. Nestled in New Orleans' quaint Uptown neighborhood, and adjacent to Tulane University, Audubon park gave off a sense of tranquility uncharacterstic of the Crescent City.
At this hour, the Tulane students were probably sleeping off their hangovers from the night before. The only habitants of the park were the animals, some of whom were more awake than others. Armed with the relatively silent shutter of the Leica M6, I was able to get close enough to a pair of geese witout waking them up. The squirrels, skittish and vigilant as always, retreated to the trees after the first exposure.
Out by the pond, I stumbled upon an electrical box that I assume controlled the sprinklers scattered around the park. On the front of the central unit, written in thick black permanent marker was a poem, likely the work of an over-zealous English major. I will admit that I spent far too much time trying to decipher it, only to give up and take my place on a bench in the shade of a willow tree, taking in the sights and sounds of this pocket of nature before the students rose from their slumber.