It feels cold.

Can we all agree?

For all of our good intentions at the start of a new decade, January pretty much sucked. The month seemed to last forever. Bad things never stopped.

Last Sunday, Kobe Bryant died sending most of the world into mourning. Yesterday, Brexit began with no real deal in place. And, yesterday evening the U.S. Senate voted not to allow new witnesses and documents into the removal trial of the president, thereby laying waste to democracy and The Constitution. For sure, he’ll be acquitted on Wednesday, the day after The State of The Union address.

I’m sure that other bad stuff happened earlier in the month, but I’m trying to forget.

So.

A little magic.

Magic that we all need. Magic that even though we don’t know it, we want. Something good has to come along and give us all a break. At least, in the swamp, we have Mardi Gras. We can share that with all of you.

I was thinking about not photographing it this year. I was thinking about leaving town. But, maybe its color and light will help everyone to smile. To feel better. To sing. And, dance.

So, tonight the Krewe of Chewbacchus rolls starting in the Bywater. It’s a little hard to photograph because it starts in available darkness, but I’ll be there limping around making pictures.

It rolls through the French Quarter but it gets way too crowded. People yell at you if you stand in front of them for longer than one second. They want their beads. I don’t want their beads. If I catch some I give them to the nearest child. That’s my traditional magic.

Let’s just hope that my traditional Mardi Gras parade routine brings me a little magic.

Tonight.