Not sure on a hot day.

We do it for the stories we could tell.

That’s what Jimmy Buffett said. He’s right.

I’ve come out of retirement from the street. Saturday’s events convinced me that there could be no other way. I came out for the Single Ladies Second Line.

It was hot. So hot.

It didn’t look like anybody was having any fun. Not, the ladies. Not the band. Not the second liners.

It was brutal.

After talking to a friend of mine today, I realized that we come out for a whole host of reasons. It really is like church.¬† It’s great to see friends. And, we tell stories about what we did afterward.

Today, we walk again. We make pictures. After a week of mourning, we lay Chef Leah Chase to rest. At 2pm. The hottest part of the day. We are suppose to have some overcast. That might help. No matter. I’ll work as best I can.

The work is the prayer.

Hanging out at the scene.
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Dancing.
Dancing.

Joy.

This is what a second line parade is about.

I’m not sure what more there is to say.

Joy.

Except to explain. There is no one way, no right way or rules about¬†running a second line parade. Just a few traditions. And, rituals. The tuba player starts it. Usually, if there are children walking they come out first. Usually, they are dressed in their Sunday best. Matching suits. Matching ties. Matching shoes. And, hats. However… sometimes, they come out dressed casually and change into their Sunday clothes at the first stop. The social aid clubs do that too.

Sometimes.

For spectators it’s hard to know when. The best thing you can do is walk the entire parade route if you want to see all the changes. On a hot and humid day that can be grueling. Just imagine how the guy playing the tuba or the bass drum feels. Not only does he walk, but he plays. In tune and on time.

Joy.

In tune and on time.

Joy.

 


Blue
Blue.

Once again. I was sort of stuck. In the middle. But, that put me a pretty good position to continue my graphic explorations.

So.

I made a blue picture. I made a silhouette. The young man’s glasses helped. So, did the hat. A lot. It gives you a sense of shape.

So what about blue?

Joni Mitchell wrote a song about it. She wrote it in 1970. It’s not really about the color. It’s more like a poem than a song. But, much of her work is like that. This picture really isn’t about the color either. It’s about a parade. Or, about a feeling. Sort of like the song. An emotion more than a document.

But, blue. It’s complex. It means a lot of things to a lot of different cultures. Peace. Royalty. Optimism. Loyalty. Faith. Health. Spiritualism.

It goes on.

We live on the blue planet.

I have blue eyes.