Archive for the ‘New Orleans’ Category
Busy Night In The French Quarter — Image by kenne
French Quarter Groove
Chrome and rum in the humid air,
engines hum like lazy bass.
People line up for sound and spice,
talkin’ sweet, sweatin’ slow,
while a horn down the block
slides into the night—
and the whole street
starts to sway.
— kenne
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Antique Store Window in New Orleans — Image by kenne
The Antique Showcase
In the Mode of Shel Silerstein
It’s not a door or window, no—
it doesn’t creak or swing or glow.
It’s just a box with glassy face,
that holds old dreams in one small place.
A trumpet, hat, a porcelain cat—
things that whisper, “Remember that?”
And though it stands so still, so sly—
I swear those antiques wink as you walk by.
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Decatur Street Painting by kenne (2007)
The House That Leans to Jazz
That old house on Decatur—
it doesn’t stand, it sways.
The shutters keep time with the sax
that drifts up from the corner bar,
and the porch boards hum
when the bass walks slow.
You can feel the brick loosen,
just enough to breathe,
just enough to remember
what it meant to move with grace.
There’s a trumpet caught in the rafters,
a whisper of silk on the banister,
and the ghosts of every hot night
press their hands to the walls
like lovers keeping rhythm.
The house leans—not from age,
but from music—
as if the whole damn structure
had learned
how to swing.
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Joy In A Jackson Square Restaurant for Lunch — Image by kenne
After-hours joints have closed
The music has faded away,
Even the horn player
In front of the cathedral.
A new world takes over,
The night people lost in the fog
As if hiding from the light
And the people of the dawn.
In Jackson Square, the show goes on
With the new day, a new act
Enters from stage left and right,
Carrying their daily wares.
This ritual, as old as the city,
Played out as people walk by,
Only briefly noticing a passing soul,
Neither greeting the other.
Protected by the levee
On the edge of the big muddy
Visitors wait for the man with the key
To open the Place d’Armes gates.
Entering the historical Jackson Park
Gazing on “Old Hickory,”
Leading the 1815 charge
In the Battle of New Orleans.
For many morning walkers
Passing through the square,
It is only a route to Café Dumonde
For chicory coffee and beignets.
— kenne
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New Orleans French Quarter — Photo-Artistry by kenne
French Quarter mornings
Where the sun
Casts long shadows
Giving personality
To the sidewalks.
— kenne
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Decatur Street In New Orleans (12/26/07) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The above is one of many photo-artistry creations from a photo first created in December 2007 from the photo below.
I use Photoshop
To transform images to art
Pleasing to the eye.
— kenne
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Corner Store Window, French Quarter — Image by kenne
I love New York, San Francisco, and so many other places.
But there’s no place like New Orleans. It’s got the best food.
It’s got the best music. It’s got the best people.
It’s got the most things to do
When you are in love.
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Morning Awakening In New Orleans — Image by kenne
We are approaching sleep: the chestnut blossoms in the mind
Mingle with thoughts of pain
And the long roots of barley, bitterness
As of the oak roots staining the water dark
In Louisiana, the wet streets soaked with rain
And sodden blossoms; out of this
We have come, a tunnel softly hurtling into darkness.
— from Awakening by Robert Bly
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New Orleans — Street Intensity — Photo-artistry by kenne
French Quarter morning
Party people still in bed
A great time to jog.
— kenne
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Decatur Street, New Orleans (2007) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
We capture a moment in time
later becoming a variation
of the moment that was —
the next time, yet another.
— kenne
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Rainy Day In The French Quarter (2007) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Walking in the rain
Outside the Blues Company
In the French Quarter.
— kenne
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Jackson Square Window — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Over the last forty years, Joy and I have spent many days in one of our favorite cities, New Orleans.
In this image, she looks away because she is not feeling well, so we stop for a bite to eat.
Looking back on this moment, it was probably not the best time for me to photograph her.
“Only women hold back the pain.”
— kenne
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Bourbon Street, Early Morning Hangover — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Somewhere between living and dreaming, there’s New Orleans.”
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Yesterdays, New Orleans December 2007 — Collage by kenne
New Orleans days
Our favorite getaway
Living in Houston.
— kenne
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Tucson, San Antonio, and New Orleans — Photo-Artistry by kenne
"And hear the sounds he knew of yore,
Old shufflings on the sanded floor,
Old knuckles tapping at the door?
"Yet still before him as he flies
One pallid form shall ever rise,
And, bodying forth in glassy eyes
"The vision of a vanished good,
Low peering through the tangled wood,
Shall freeze the current of his blood."
-- from The Three Voices by lewis Carroll
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