We could climb a mountain high
Or walk a valley deep
Or we could get stoned
And fall off a lover’s leap.


We could talk the whole darn night away … ‘cos we got so much to say.
I could talk holes in your head, remember every word I said.


But there is nothin’ I would rather do
Than to dance, dance the night away with you.

— Dr. John —

Carrying one’s camera during Mardi Gras is a dangerous game. I’m glad it survived the onslaught of cocktails and elbows. I’m thankful I survived the same. And now, less than a week in the wake of Fat Tuesday’s passing, I’m realizing the quietest moments were my favorites.

The hours when everyone else was hoisting Champagne, dancing to Brass Bands or speeding by on bicycles, feathers dislodging from homemade headdresses … those were the moments I felt apart, but part of it all. I made friends with strangers, via the weight of a well-loved Nikon in my hand.

These are my favorite outtakes of an unforgettable month of Carnival season in New Orleans.

I worked on two stories officially amidst the chaos. For images of the Mystic Krewe of Barkus Dog parade, head to Fodor’s. For my AFAR coverage on the cleanup efforts, head here.

And, for any photo requests, you can email me at JennyAdamsFreelance@Gmail.com.