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Man, we went out Saturday night to hear music and check out what a typical night in the French Quarter was like. The bands we heard were excellent, but one little thing that really knocked me out was out on the street there were three or four people sitting there with typewriters and they were writing poetry While-You-Wait! It was awesome! I wish I would have had time to talk to them. What a cool idea! Talk about putting yourself into the process.
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Man, I could not believe the architecture all around town. This was shot while we were on a street car ride down near St. Charles Street. It’s along the parade route, and in many of the trees you can see beads hanging that got caught while being thrown from the floats. They just stay up there all year long. I suppose it’s much more festive than, say, leaving your Christmas tree lights up on the porch all year long.
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It was so hard to pick a photo which summed up my first full day in the Crescent City. This was a striking image I captured at the end of the day, though. It’s the top of a cemetery monument. The cemeteries here really are as amazing as everyone says. I didn’t even have to get out of the car to shoot this. We were sitting at a red light when I got it.
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Fairhope, Alabama is very encouraging of the arts. Hot as it was while I was there, we still managed to get out and see some of it. This sculpture garden had some fantastic work. Unfortunately, I forgot to get the name down of the sculptor. I took a bunch of pictures. I envied this artist’s raw material! Such great stock from which to work!
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It was absolutely burning hot when we went to Orange Beach today, but it was nearly empty, and no one who was there was going in the water. It was one of the creepiest sensations I’ve ever had. All that water, and it wasn’t safe to be in it.
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Went to the ‘gator farm in Alabama. Too bad there’s not something near this gal for comparison. Her head was about as long as a grown man’s forearm!
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No, I did not just lift this from the same set of photos from Saturday. I’m driving across this same bridge again, over 120 miles from home, within five days. This time, though, I’m headed further south. See you soon, Atlanta!