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.


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Woodsmoke Lane At Dusk
Woodsmoke Lane At Dusk

  I loved the sky on this night as we left my brother's house. It had been raining...

Bug
Bug

  There is a pervasive state of decay to this city.  The relentless heat and...

It's That Time Again!
It's That Time Again!

Yes, yes... it wouldn't be Autumn, or November for that matter, without our now annual...

Tchoupitoulas
Tchoupitoulas

  Dave and Janine and I took a tour of the warehouse district this day, walking around...