May-Tags

One of the weirder things we saw in the French Quarter when we were down in N.O. last weekend was a huge number of refrigerators sitting on street corners and sidewalks and other public and paved areas.

Apparently everyone in the city had to throw out their refrigerators because of some kind of vicious mold that built up when the city was evacuated.

But the fridges didn't just sit on the street corners. They spoke to us.

Some felt like they knew us:

Some were more concerned with themselves:

And some just wanted to stir up trouble:

Others were like crazy, murmmering homeless guys:

Or bitter and sarcastic:

But I think the most poignant were the ones that spoke to the shared experiences of love and loss: