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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Bourbon Street, Early Morning Hangover — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“Somewhere between living and dreaming, there’s New Orleans.”
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Bryan Lee — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Blues musician Bryan (Braille Blues Daddy) Lee has been a fixture on Bourbon Steet for
four decades. He was frequently a live music stop for us during our many trips to New Orleans
during our time living in the Houston area. We first saw him at the Old Absinthe House on Bourbon Street.
When Katrina hit New Orleans in 2005, like a lot of New Orleans musicians he began
touring more through Texas and up into the mid-west. In 2006 we saw him and his
band at a live music bar in Conroe, Texas north of Houston. The above photo artistry
image was created from a photo taken during one of his stops in Conroe.
— kenne
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Late June Afternoon On Bourbon Street — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Full of the profane
We walk this temporal street
Yet something sacred.
— kenne
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Bourbon Street In The Rain 2 comments
Image by kenne
Long weekends
in our city of escape
created ownership
that time bought back.
Dreams have replaced
the amped erogenous
moments, now searching
for new zones.
— kenne
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Bourbon Street Trash — Computer Art by kenne
Bourbon street trash
stacked for pick-up
captured without a flash
part of my street mockup.
I don’t like to rhyme
and as you can tell
it’s a waste of my time
since I don’t excel.
My words are trash
They could stand a tune-up
from Mr. Balderdash,
which would make it a tossup.
— kenne
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New Orleans In The Rain — Grunge Art by kenne
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Bourbon Street Before The New Year’s Crowd 1 comment
(CLICK ON ANY IMAGE TO SEE LARGER VIEW IN A SLIDESHOW FORMAT.)
James & Jill
Getting Ready for the Night Scene
Dancing to the beat.
Hello cutie!
I’m drawing a crowed!
An Old-Timer On The Street
I’ve been framed.
Bourbon Street Before The New Year’s Crowd — Image by kenne
New Orleans
Dancing
underneath city lights,
jazz bands
reverberating, breathing in
voodoo shop
musk.
Soul
pulsates beneath
cobblestone,
wide eyes
peering up at
beaded balconies on
Frenchman Street.
Freedom is
coffee and baguettes from
Cafe Du Monde at
midnight,
surrounded by strangers.
Find me under strings of
flickering bulbs,
trading trails with
travelers.
Candlelit doorways illuminate the drifters, the curious, the backpackers,the Kerouacs,
the way to the gypsies past
Bourbon.
But not home.
— MC Hammered
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Washing Down The Sidewalks, Early Morning New Orleans 4 comments
Bourbon Street, New Orleans — Image by kenne
We party like pirates
who are going to be ghosts tomorrow
The streets are stained
with sweat and rain
The brick walls rent by the shifting earth
and in the fissure the hot green rot
of new life, licking at the flames
It is our pain
These gaping wounds
that make way for the river
that flows through us all
making us beautiful places to visit
Aching and crumbling
and crying make sweet breaking music
A trilling trumpet on the air:
One last drowning cry.
Erin Lierl
Bourbon Street, New Orleans
(Erin is a street poet)
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The Lady Behind The Mask — Image by kenne
Mask
what secrets
does she hide
behind her
face of stone
knowing
she is not real
see the phony look
distant stare
a lonely pretender
hiding doubt
having given up
the search
now her life is
a fake
she accepts it
exaggerating
false truths
still unable to
look straight
into my eyes
tears drop
kenne
Bourbon Street — Image by kenne
