moments

This city is capable of moments unlike any moments you’ll ever experience in life. 

  To see an Indian come down the street in full regalia on St. Joseph’s Night on an unlit street of messed-up shotgun houses and one burned-out car, and he’s the most beautiful thing on the planet, and everything around him is falling down.   

  It’s a glorious instant of human endeavor.  

It’s duende from the Spanish, chills on the back of your neck, and then the next minute it’s gone.

Lots of American places used to make things. Detroit used to make cars. Baltimore used to make steel and ships.    

New Orleans still makes something.  

It makes moments.  

I don’t mean that to sound flippant, and I don’t mean it to sound more or less than what it is...

 ...but they’re artists with a moment, they can take a moment... 

 ...and make it into something so transcendent that you’re not quite sure that it happened or that you were a part of it.

 

 -David Simon (writer of 'Treme') on New Orleans

(images courtesy of Blackberry, big-easy, & jessica lorren,)