Well. This is the last batch of photos from this trip. From the end of the night to the view of the rooftops from our hotel window.
sigh
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| "Codeine...bourbon..." (Tallulah Bankhead's last coherent words)." ¸.•*´¨`♥ Denis Brian, Tallulah, Darling: A Biography Of Tallulah Bankhead |
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| "But I always liked side-paths, little dark back-alleys behind the main road- there one finds adventures and surprises..." ¸.•*´¨`♥ Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov |
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| "...folding her fingers around the delicate bowl of a porcelain teacup. Looking pale and exhausted, her blue eyes ringed with dark shadows, she swallowed a mouthful of heavily sweetened tea before continuing." ¸.•*´¨`♥ Lisa Kleypas, It Happened One Autumn |
This next photo is of a man that noticed my camera, and secretly waved me over. So I went. We began a photography discussion, and at some point he pulled out this lens (I still don't exactly know what kind it was) and whipped in on my camera...over the existing lens. Then proceeded to place his eye inches from my camera and insisted I take a picture. We were so close. He did not know the meaning of personal space, and for that moment, I had to let any perception I had about personal space go. Therefore I took a picture of his eye...very close with all the wonderful bushy-ness of his eyebrow.
I only wish I had the wits about me to take a photo of him...but he had me rather at a disadvantage. He was older. Arabic. Short. Creamy brown skin with deep set wrinkles. Many smile lines. A full, gloriously white beard that went to his chest. And, you can see the twinkle in his eye.
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| "The seat of the soul is there where the inner and outer worlds meet." ¸.•*´¨`♥ Joseph Campbell, The Power of Myth |
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| "The way out is through the door. Why is it that no one will use this method?" ¸.•*´¨`♥ Confucius |
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| "If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale." ¸.•*´¨`♥ Daphne du Maurier (Rebecca) |
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) |
So much has happened over Spring Break 2011. We had company down for a few days. Then D and I took a trip over to New Orleans. As a result, with no surprise to me...or probably you, I have many pictures. I have sorted. Deleted. Sorted again. I'm kind of spinning my wheels, not knowing where to begin. So I've finally decided to start a bit out of order and do our New Orleans trip, only because it was so much fun. And I miss it already. I thought a few of the House Numbers of New Orleans that made the cut would be a good starting point.
I have a couple of 1109 Decatur Street...because that is Coop's Place. And we went there a couple of times. Their Crawfish Étouffée is mouth watering, and I had my first Mint Julep there. Memories of both bring joy and happiness. How do I describe the Crawfish Étouffé? It has a flavor all it's own. I know...crawfish! But don't let that stop you. Ask for a sample. You will bless the day you did. And about that Mint Julep. Well, it makes me want to get a big floppy hat and sit on the veranda in the sweltering heat with little beads of perspiration on my forehead, fanning my face and sipping my Mint Julep...just letting the world pass by. Velvet. Velvet passing down your throat into warmth. I really need another. Soon. (Just let it be known. I'm paying extra attention to my little 'mint farm' out my back door.)
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