May

 

New Orleans continued...

 

May 23

“Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four, five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps 20. And yet it all seems limitless.” 

- Paul Bowles

New Orleans

 

the day i turned 31. i still love hugging trees 

i asked for a lemonade and got a tripple vodka lemonade...

classic framing 

contax loves abe

the bayou

couple from texas who lived in melbourne once upon a time. 

smitty our wonderful guide

louie armstrong park

jazz on frenchman st

cat city 

flower boy

locals set up bbq's and home-cooked food on their porches for the jazz fest guests

more impromptu jazz

anna

i love new orleans. we will be back one day.