Juxtaposition 1/7/12 Photos from the edge of Jacksonville.

New Orleans 2011 - FQF - Part Three Tuba Skinny Royal Street.

Tuba Skinny:
alls it takes is one listening to become a devotee. 

Tuba Skinny  Royal St   

French Quarter Music Festival     2011

Erica Lewis, her's is, the only name I know of.

She's the maestro

Glenn and Tommy would be proud.

Benny lives on or is it Pete or Arnie or Woody.  It sounded so good.

The Man Himself.

She reads music.

He digs music.

You just have to experience this Cat.

Tuba Skinny plays for the Police.

Tuba Skinny pulls Ferraris, Prancing, out of their stalls.

This is a video on YouTube that is quite good.

Photo of the Moment 11/26/10 Revisited

I went to the book store this morning. 
Did not find the book I was looking for, but I did find this on  my way out. 
I sorta picked up the pace on my way to the car. 
But god, that taunting bitch said,

'You ain't got a hair on your ass if you don't take that photograph, Boy'

'Nuff said

Now this Ride has Style.

That's spelled S.T.Y.L.E.

Boy Howdy.

Style.

What Fresh Hell?

I have a whole country ham I'm planning to cook.

I've cleaned off the mold with an iron brush and have it soaking for two days with frequent changes of water.

How would you cook this?

Merry Pranksters

Mr. Charleston and Ms. Peach Tart done be tellin' the ghostie stories, and scarin' the chilren' out their britches, 'tain't right, just ain't right, and all.

Little 'uns need comfort and peace to home. Maybe them 'ere hants and haunts don'be chrilen mis abused from the cradle by parents, and family, and church people, all of'em protected by state laws and such. don't know 'cause i wasn't there and all. But I mean, you, one, I (a person) ya know, like dies, passes away, moves on, and has the opportunity to leave this earth plane and go, and get it on, and be with God, however they see Him or Her Or It, (OR NOT) and they, ie., you, me (the wandering spirit) don't leave. That simply must be one more pissed off mutherphucker.

I mean, I mean, 72 or is it 77 virgins in heaven! waiting to please you? or, what the fuck, your ass is going to hell, 77 whores from Bangkok, just for starters, I mean, I mean, just what kind of tormented soul would not leave? I say fuck 'em, walk up and down the stairs all you want, jerk off, the house is mine!

Scare the young'en, make a movie, write a book, but get the hell out of my face. There is a universe out there to walk up and down stairs in, let's go. Hey!, do you know how to tease God? Come on!, but you gotta be ready to run! It's fun, come go with me, see you grasp his tail....

I don't think many will understand this post. It is just a rant of a happy mutherPhucker.

Laugh Long, Laugh Loud, poke fun that the Establishment, kick some prick's ass, kiss some lover's ass.

Oh and by the way, Prosper!

Oh yeah! and a plague in the houses of the money grubbers!

I know it's long, but please this is Nina.

Slice of Life

I was over to Banquet of Consequences just a while ago and jadedj had a point about black and white. It seem straightforward enough, until the public showed up.
What a train wreck, but it got me to thinkin'

So I went and looked through my negatives (old photographic term) for a clear picture of black and white, or one way, crystal clear and all.

My way or the highway, the truth, no flip flop, not wishy washie, straight ahead.

The Big Easy! What could be more simple? Follow the sign, one way.



Walking Man asked a question in the comments. This is an update with a new photograph. I have not done this before and don't know if it will work but ...
Walking Man that is a good question I have my answer, it is a choice I made that afternoon. Judging from the mother and daughter in the background, I would say they have made their decision.
What do all ya'll think?


Comrade Kevin has left a comment and found another reality, possibly better than pedestrian humor.


He has a point, gentle people, perhaps we should ride into a more colorful environment.


I heard that shine Mr. Charleston is puttin' on, baby. Don't make me come over there all riled up, no honey, no sir. I'll get sexie on his ass and he'll wish he was back in La Grange, drinkin' with EQT.
Yeah Baby. I am the truth and the way, nobody gets on Bourbon Street except by me.

What Fresh Hell?

humm Kemo$obi, me buy boat!

What Fresh Hell?

This is a photograph of a 1937 Delahaye 135M.


Until seeing this automobile I had never felt like a car was coming on to me.
I kept hearing the Beatles suggesting inapproprate behavior.
Their music seemed to fill the air.


I was certian they were incorrect about the 'no one will be watching' part.

Slice of Life

Got the term slice of life from Erskine Caldwell. Took me a while to grasp the full understanding of it all.

Back when i was a kid going on vacation with my family, if you went someplace really neat you could buy decals at the souvenir store, and place them on your car window. The more places you had been, and the more decals you had, the cooler your car was, or so it seemed to this young boy. This photo was taken at Concours d' elegance - Amelia Island in 2005. It was on the side window of a restored woody. For the life of me I don't know why I did not make a photograph of the whole car. Funny where attention is focused at times.

By the way, I've never been to Nebraska. In fact after the Boss made his album, for a while there, I thought it was near New Jersey.

What Fresh Hell?

"The power of accurate observation is commonly called cynicism by those who have not got it." - George Bernard Shaw

Photo of the Moment

Robert C. Broward, Architect

Unitarian Universalist Church, Arlington

Jacksonville, Florida

Out of the Blue

Are those...? Hey wait a minute.






If you can pray like Peter
If you can preach like Paul
Go Home and tell your loved ones
He died for us all.
There is a Balm in Gilead
To make the wounded whole
There is a Balm in Gilead
To heal the sin-sick soul

Nina Simone

Photo of the Moment

Musings of an older photographer.

Photo of the Moment

Musings of an older photographer while window shopping.

Come on, Now, I can hear the voices in my head saying: "youa shoulda nota do thisa thang. I'm tella you what. I meana if Germaina Greer gets aholt ah' disa here stuffa, shes agonna scratcha you face. Wait until she tellsa Okra, I meana you gonna be the biga O, dats spelta Z-e-r-0, boy. You think people don't buy your work now, well this ain't gonna help atall. No Siree Bob!"

But I digress...

I took this photo over six years ago and it finally came together today. Or not.

Only time will tell. I like it just as well as a straight photograph.

Like this:

Photo of the Moment

Musing of an older photographer.

Photo of the Moment

Presence

There is a myth,

growing,

about the power of crystal skulls.

Scares a bunch of people,

voodoo, hoodoo, woowoo, woowho,

and such,

I reckon you have to be in the presence.

I have finally found a place to live just like I never could before.

And I know I don't have much to give, but soon I'll open any door.

Everybody knows the secret, everybody knows the score.

I have finally found a place to live in the presence of the Lord.

In the presence of the Lord.

EC

A Thousand Words

Photo of the Moment





Memorial Day 2009, Fernandina Beach, Florida.

Should have loaded this Monday, but I was still on the road. Jack Kerouac was no were to be seen.

Our patience will achieve more than our force. Dutch Proverb