“Do not be sad because something ended. Be happy because it happened.” — Doctor Seuss.
Like all good things, Mardi Gras 2017 is fading into history. Into our collective memories. Into our own internal myth making machines. In all, it was a great carnival. It was jam-packed. Some say attendance records might have broken. Some say it was close, but no cigar. All I know is that every place was packed. Everybody had a good time. Everybody danced. Most people masked. Most people caught a few throws.
Yes. Some bad things happened. One of them even made international news. We have to fix that. That 1% of the events can’t be allowed to damage the other 99%. Stuff always happens. But…
We won’t go there for now. After all, it’s Ash Wednesday. For those of you who believe in that way it’s time to make amends. To pay for our yearly excesses. For our Mardi Gras extremes. Luckily, I’m old. I don’t have to many excesses and extremes. Except for taking too many pictures. Too often.
I suppose that’s a good thing. For me. For you, Mardi Gras didn’t end this morning at 12:01 am. For us. The pictures will roll on forever and the party will never end. Or, seemingly. Eventually, you’ll say enough. And, I’ll get bored and move on.
The pictures. They were made over the past two weeks. They are all about happy, smiling people. Because it is so colorful, I like the very top picture. The lead picture. But, you could already guess that.
I also like the picture called, “Yeah, right.” Although she is about eight years old, she has the wizened look of a grandma.