The lost folders. Oh. The lost folders. I think I have 2 more posts to go. We'll see. I've been wrong before. But here are some more of that marvelous city...
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| "I love the sound of a brand-new bottle of coke when you pry the lid off and it starts to fizz" ¸.•*´¨`♥ Gary D. Schmidt (The Wednesday Wars) |
WOW. More from the lost folders. TeeHee. These are all from our afternoon trolley ride. Shot on the move hanging out the trolley window, trying to not get my head knocked off by a tree. Or light pole. Extreme Trolley Photography.
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| "Thank goodness I was never sent to school; it would have rubbed off some of the originality." ¸.•*´¨`♥ Beatrix Potter |
OK. It seems that the lost folders are neverending. And I haven't even got to the photo that made me go looking for these! Exciting! These are, of course, images from my walks. But a couple of them are just the tip of the trolley tour.
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| "We see the beauty within and cannot say no." ¸.•*´¨`♥ Dave Eggers (A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius) |
The lost folders posts continues! Without further ado, I'm going to start with a collage I put together of a guy at the trolley stop. He was awesome. Towered above the crowd, and had a massive Afro to boot. Loved it.
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| "My hair has it's own zip code." ¸.•*´¨`♥ Jodi Picoult (My Sister's Keeper) |
More from the lost folders. Yes. Exciting, isn't it? These little birds really enjoying the birdbath in Jackson Square. And I enjoyed watching them.
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| "... small visitors to the garden hopped and splashed and made the most of the day..." ¸.•*´¨`♥ Juliet Marillier (Heart's Blood) |
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| "The theatre infects the audience with its noble ecstasy." ¸.•*´¨`♥ Konstantin Stanislavsky |
I think I may of had a glich in my system. Or I blacked out. I don't know. At any rate, I thought all of my New Orlean's pictures were up. I was done. I was a bit sad. I thought I had taken many more. Then I thought...OH NO...did I delete them? So I started searching and found two more days (which is two more folders) of pictures. I was so happy! So I'm back to editing and sorting. I have a batch to put up. More to follow!
This was our go to morning stop. Lovely beignets and sweet dark coffee. Wonderful way to start the day.
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| "If I were a poet, that’s what I’d write about. People who worked in the middle of the night...waitresses in all-night coffee shops." ¸.•*´¨`♥ Janet Fitch (White Oleander) |
There are an abundance of things to see at the fair. It is very ornate if you look closely. Sometimes the mix of fair people and fair patrons makes it confusing. It would be fun to see a fair where everyone is in costume.
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| "...why no one else's heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils..." ¸.•*´¨`♥ Gabriel García Márquez (Love in the Time of Cholera) |
It was a beautiful day In February. Perfect for a fair. Throw in 4 of Nikki's guys and you have a rip roaring good time. We walked. We ate. We looked at people and swords. We were on a sword quest for one of her co-workers. Gave us purpose and a reason to dip into all the great tents.
This post features the people of the Renaissance Fair. They are so into their character, that I sometimes feel that is who they always are. The King and Queen? Come on. What else could they be? Lots of bellies at the fair. Some very pretty. Some should never see the light of day. This is one of the pretty ones...
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| "...beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and the devil are fighting there and the battlefield is the heart of man." ¸.•*´¨`♥ Fyodor Dostoyevsky (The Brothers Karamazov) |
New Orleans would not be the same without the people. They are special. And people watching in that city is a full time activity. Between the locals and the tourists from every corner of the earth, there is always something interesting to see.
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| " An artist can look at a pretty girl and see the old woman she will become. A better artist can look at an old woman and see the pretty girl that she used to be." ¸.•*´¨`♥ Robert A. Heinlein |
Beautiful light on a store front. The soft weathered pinks really caught my eye. Gentle. All the long vertical lines cut by the lines of sun was perfect.
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| "The Earth would die If the sun stopped kissing her" ¸.•*´¨`♥ شمسالدّین محمّد حافظِ شیرازی (The Gift) |
Perhaps if you asked me what my favorite picture from our stay in New Orleans is, it may surprise you when I tell you this one. It is not the typical New Orleans photo. But, I love it because I feel it embodies all that New Orleans is about...it is colorful. layered. old. new. rich. in depth. stark elegance against decay. weathered. textured. And just a little off.
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| "I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after...and altered the color of my mind." ¸.•*´¨`♥ Emily Brontë |
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