Fathers Day. In New Orleans.
I haven’t been out to a second line parade for a while. I thought Fathers Day would be a good day to return to the scene. It was. I never know what the colors of the colors of the krewes are going to be until I arrive. Red and black on a silver day was stunning.
I don’t need to write much more. The pictures speak for themselves.
Except to say that after this parade I went home. Where we had the ritualistic big burning on the grill. Chunks of chicken, pork and beef were sacrificed to the gods. The photo gods.