spanish moss from below

a tree with spanish moss

Linnzi Zaorski at Mimi’s

she’d played at Joe’s Pub the night before.  so yes, that means she’s here, mere hours after her flight.

a (representative) house in the Marigny

 

the sun setting over Canal Street

this last one kinda reminds me of the cover of “Hotel California,” which i think in some ways couldn’t be more fitting.

an enthused guy watching the Zydeco Festival from his balcony

a vault with a statue on it with a bird on it

this was so high up/so zoomed in that i didn’t see the bird when i took it.

an overcast sky in St. Louis Cemetery #1

 

 

 

an uncharacteristic mid-morning spotting of Uncle Lionel. and a friend of his.

Uncle Lionel is kind of a big deal around here. i’ve run into him a number of times. actually, the first time i met him was at Donna’s before i even lived here. he’s a *really* nice guy. and he’s got to be older than God. this was about 11:30 in the morning, which is highly unprecedented. the earliest i’d ever seen him before this was 5 p.m. and that was only because it was Valentine’s Day.

my bike and her friend Rhoda

my bike.  and her friend Rhoda.