Here you will find my own words, and images. All works here are my own.

I hope you enjoy this look into my own chaotic beautiful mind.

Monday, 25 April 2011

I was at work one day 2 weeks ago, remembering my first two trips to NOLA.  2003 and 2004.  I had been thinking how much I had enjoyed it then.  It was an adventure.  I was also thinking how much the place feels like home to me.  I reached into my pockets to pull out the loose change I had, I wanted to see if I had enough to get a bottle of pop from the vending machine.  As I was counting this nickle in the picture caught my eye.  When I saw what it was I turned it over to check the date of the coin....

Spring has sprung

Friday, 22 April 2011

Cemetery things III

Something about cemeteries draws me in everytime.  This is one of my favorite places to visit in New Orleans.  I always make it a point to visit the cities of the dead.

Monday, 18 April 2011

New Orleans dreaming III

Through a glass darkly



                                                ~Through a Glass darkly~
                                                  Truth is light,
                                                                                                      Beauty bright
                                                                                                    I see its reflection
                                                                                            in this stained glass section
                                                                                               A white Winged angel,
                                                                                            Presents a lily to a virgin
                                                                                            "Hail Mary full of grace..."

                                                                                      I see bright colors, red and blue
                                                                                       Pale reflections of heavens hues
                                                                               Reflections of truth and God's pure light
                                                                                      Prisms of night in full moonlight

                                                                                                  To have and to hold 
                                                                                                          A kiss so cold.
                                                                                                    till Death do us part,
                                                                                                        marriage in art.
                                                                                           I see through this glass darkly.

                                                                                                        ~Written by me


                                                                                                         Photos taken by me

looking out side through the glass

Purple flowers