i grew up in a place called old mandeville. a sleepy little town on lake pontchartrain, just north of new orleans. although it’s not quite sleepy anymore, it’s still a charming little neighborhood. for many years i’ve dreamt of escaping the southern heat, mosquitos and swamps for higher, drier pastures. now that that time has come, i’m feeling awfully bittersweet about departing from the place i know as home. in an effort to preserve the memory of it, i’ve collected images of the most memorable corners and nooks; places i’ve passed daily for almost 34 years. i spent one saturday afternoon weaving a bike through the old streets, savoring all of the quaint southern beauty and saying goodbye..
if you’d like to learn a little more about mandeville, you can read here.