New Awlens' (part 2)

Window shopping. In the Big Easy. As I have stated before, The Big Easy, ain't cheap.

If you got the money, honey, I got the time. Hank was right on with that line.
God, Rest, His soul.
This lovely Creature, below, is a lotus blossom, floating on the waters of easy.
Well, easy as the trolls with the green meanies, will let it be.

Thanks, guys, just passing through.
Pardon, Pardn' 'scuse me.
passin' through,


Whoa, Mama,
(ahem) just passin' through,
just like the window dressin'
nice mesh
(ahem)


Say What?? I was just lookin' for Mermaids, got a few rooms I need buffed.
I'll come back later, (ahem) I need a... servant. No a maid to... not like that...
Never mind.
I like the window, very nice and give the best first impression.
lovely.



Say, I was lookin' for a boy to clean my toilets, could you help me?
Guess not.

I swear to you, I had done my best to chatted her up,

and then this fuckin' potted plant, out did my time.

Think I'll pour nitrates on it.

I'm sayin' I did not talk to that Caterpillar with the hookah, just like you said, Grandmother.

I was walkin' through Nawlins and not runnin', just like you said.

I don't know where that little gurrle came from, but that hooka was fun.

But this Willie ass guy said.

What the Hell.

you only live..."well ok about 5 or 6 thousand times" but only once in this plane.

flood or not.

Monte, I'll take door number Rubyfruit Jungle Doors at 10, Screw door number whatever and Jimdalwhatsit.

It occurred to me to try to help her out of her revenge.

Really. Scouts Honor.

But then I thought, "What if My Helpin' Her, Does not Get Her Revenge?"

Where the Hell Does that leave me???

See that guy with the Eyes??? That is not me.



Black and White Brings it all Back Home.

Ok, The Walking Man, has requested to see the drunk chics that i caught a grab shot of.

The limitation of a still camera is:

one cannot record the stagger,

and weaving to and

fro, and the laughter, and

the stopping, and

the backing up, and

the going forward.

See by this time they had bumped into each three or so times,

and laughed, and lurched to one side or the other.

For some reason, as they were walking toward me, I thought they would see I was photographing them and want a $1 each. (going rate for photos)

Turns out they might not see me, but me and my twin.

Hell, They might have hit on him. Damn.

I was quite suprised how rapidly they moved through the crowd.

It was almost like Moses, parting the Red Sea.

Then they were gone, into the crowd.

I was tempted to follow, but caution jumped up and said 'HEY'.

"Forget 'bout it".

By the Way. The Walking Man was there. I caught a photo.

New Orleans

The Big Easy... Yes, Yes Indeed. In Deedy Due.

Big? Big enough, Easy, easy enough, well it seems so on the surface.
But first let me digress, just a bit. I truly enjoy photography. Have all of my life, I could go into some sorry ass story 'bout the first photo I made and the disappointment and how I still carry that Image in my memory. (the faded bad color Kodak print is long gone), but I won't. So here I is 55 years later still doin' it. But now my skills are a bit better, the equipment is light years (no pun) ahead of that Brownie Starflash, and the film is free. Well once you drop a young fortune on the card. So this weekend I was using two lens. One an 11-16 mm ultra wide and the other a 90 mm macro. I am always amazed at how the photographer's eye alters it's viewing angle to accommodate the limits of the lens. My Intention here is to post photographs and keep the comments to a minimum. The rant will upon occasion creep into the moment. Just too much fun going on around me. I'm not used to seeing drunk chics helping each other down the street all the while gigglin'. I have a shot or two just don't know if the quality will pass muster. Drunk Guys, hey they are a dime a dozen, with Lagniappe.
The photographs. To Wit:

























Love is an opening door.

























Usually the open door will have a wrinkle later on.

What more is there to say?

Let's see Randy Newman said, "they're good 'ol boys at LSU, they go in dumb and come out dumb too". He was right. The good news they mostly wear purple and yellow clothing. I must say you can spot them in a crowd. If the purple does not show from a block away, when you get close and see they are drunk, you will notice a small logo with the purple and yellow. They also have a secret handshake.

Well at least one person had a good thought.

This place is the real deal. They welcome you in and said, come let me teach you, Voodoo. No zombees stumblin' 'round here.


















The is the Marie Laveau House of VooDoo. Where the Zombee's pretend to live. Marie is dead and rollin' in her grave, or maybe up walkin' 'round. Don't Know.
I have never see so many signs saying "No Photos!, No Smokin', 'No Touchin' the altars', 'No Nothin'
no kiddin', the only sign missing was the no thing for sale sign. Anyway outside on the street, I could take a photo, no sh*t! Made me chuckle.
BTW Marie was the real deal. Hell some guy wrote a song about her.

Phat Daddy

What the Hell, let's get Fresh.
This is the view from Fresco's, St. Petersburg, Florida.
A long way from Robert Frank.
Turns out the guy died here, in his mom's house.
Anyway, it might be that he was the one pointing the way out of here.
Turns out Melbourne, Minnesota, Istanbul, St. Pete College and Brooklyn are all in the same direction.
And, And Stamford, Conn., and Singapore are in the same direction.
I'll have another, Brother.



This is the ride that the Phat Chic showed up in.




Just too much fun.



Mighty, Mighty Pleasin' Pappy's corn squeezin'




Soooo Weeee, White Lightin'

Pappy's Phat Ride

A slight lesson in Architectural Photography.

Get out of the Car!!!!

note the windscreen wiper and the hood ornament.

Note 2) this is not the Guggenheim, NYC.

One Phat Chick

What Fresh Hell, Comes Now?
For those who?Whom? just came over from Mr. Charleston's site, I offer the followings. (sic)
Take a walk on the wild side. Visit that site highlighted above.
After your stroll, well, now you might be able to understand, His attraction to Popsicle toes.

JenJen said:
to wit:
(I sound 'simple') but two things:
1. The chunky lady statue has very dainty toes for having an ass the size of Michigan.
2. That lamp shade is crooked. Bugging me.

Number Two thing: ...Oh. K. The lamp shade was placed in that condition by Mr Charleston, as he was reading a rare racing mazigine article about Danica Patrick actually being a vampire, back from the dead to drive open wheel cars behind male chauvinists. It has to do with Katheryn Legg and Cha Cha Muldowney and a long weekend at Solomon's Castle.

Anyway here is the full figure of the toes.



This is one phat broad, at the Museum of Fine somethingorother.
I can see why my work is not displayed.



She smokes outdoors and has bronze nips.
Ok, ok, everybody over here, that wants see the phat chic, $16 US, a pop.
Step right up.




Smoke 'em if you got 'em
The line is forming fast.
Don't shove, no pushin' now, room for all.
Step right up folks, just $16 US, for a trip into the inter sanctum of the museum.
See the Fat Lady, Now.

Step Right UP.





Oh Kay. Mr. Chuck and Punchenellia went down the road apiece and bought 4 bloody Marys for the price of two (2) tickets to see the fat lady in the Carnival.

By the way, that phat chic had lost a lot of weight by the time we walked back past her perch.

Down the road apeice

Limestone, revisited.

The country club.

Well, you just had to walk in, with your eyes adjustin' to the light and catch the owner of the bar sleepin' and his dog awakin' and barkin' and feel your skin crawl and heart pound and say, (ahem) is the bar open??

Sho Nuff, good beers and the dog is friendly, after all.

The tractors out side.

The head of Realtors that sell swamp land in south Florida.

Lady Luck, we all need her on our side.