In The 504


Everyone knows that it’s the high school bands that I like best when they roll during a Mardi Gras parade. The floats are fine. The Rolling Elvi are fun. The motorcycle riders are fun. But, the marching bands. That’s the thing for me. They combine three wonderful elements. Music. Energy, And, color. If there wasContinue reading “In The 504”

Where Time Stands Still


There is no reasoning with a hurricane season. Most of the lower half of the state is getting prepared. Officials say that if we aren’t done by noon we’ll likely be working in the rain. Hurricane Marco will make landfall sometime later today. As it stands, it is barely a Category One hurricane. But, theContinue reading “Where Time Stands Still”

The Hardest Part


Waiting. The hardest part. That’s what Tom Petty sang. That’s what true. We waited and waited and waited. Sometimes that happens, a tractor broke down on one of the earlier parades. The Krewe of Cleopatra could do nothing but wait. Besides, it’s peak New Orleans. This picture is sort of a placeholder. I’m jammed up.Continue reading “The Hardest Part”

Where’s That Confounded Bridge?


  Such a weird little picture. It looks fairly normal. Just wait until I tell you about it. You’ll understand. I was walking by a fence. There was a hole in it. I looked through it. And, what did I see? The very scene before you. I thought it would make a cool picture. WhatContinue reading “Where’s That Confounded Bridge?”

The Painter


Painter’s tools. Paint brushes waiting to be called upon to make art. No. They aren’t mine. You know better. I was walking a couple of the dogs when we came upon our neighbor who does paint. She likes to say hello to the dogs so we know each other a little bit. Her studio isContinue reading “The Painter”

Waiting…


Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. That’s the hardest part said Tom Petty. As of now, the storm has slowed down a bit. We should get rain and winds along towards the end of the afternoon with the storm passing through around midnight. Or, after midnight as J.J, Cale wrote and Eric Clapton sang. It’s a Category 1Continue reading “Waiting…”

A Long Story


Yes. It’s a long story. The picture seems fairly simple. These two guys are waiting for Big Chief John to dress and make his appearance. That part is simple enough. But. Oh, you knew this was coming. The Original Wild Tchoupitoulas were getting dressed next door. In a private home. One that was rock solid.Continue reading “A Long Story”

Always Music


This post is short. Not because I don’t have much to say. That’s never stopped me before. Oddly, I do have few things to say. Today. See what I did there? Anyway. Big storm a comin’. I’m checking the weather channels to see what parades will be postponed, and cancelled. And, planning and reacting accordingly.Continue reading “Always Music”

A Portrait on the Steps


We all wait. For something. A grocery line. A toll bridge line. A venue line. On Sunday — any Sunday — we wait for the second line to begin. Everybody waits while the hosting club gets ready to make their very grand entrance. It’s a tradition. For everybody. It’s a time to hang out andContinue reading “A Portrait on the Steps”

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