There is a pervasive state of decay to this city. The relentless heat and moisture tear everything from structures to streets slowly apart. There is a charm in that though. Life goes on, sometimes ending, but always rising in another form.
Bug
Remembering
A friend died last week. I referred to her as my sister-in-law, even though she was really...
Park Closed
Dave often doesn't notice me hold back to take a shot of something. We had...
Corn
"Uncle John's Apple Farm" reminded me of all those places you would go to as a child and...
Tchoupitoulas
Dave and Janine and I took a tour of the warehouse district this day, walking around...