Archive for the ‘French Quarter’ Tag
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
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.
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
New Orleans French Quarter — Photo-Artistry by kenne
French Quarter mornings
Where the sun
Casts long shadows
Giving personality
To the sidewalks.
— kenne
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
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.
New Orleans — Street Intensity — Photo-artistry by kenne
French Quarter morning
Party people still in bed
A great time to jog.
— kenne
Rainy Day In The French Quarter (2007) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Walking in the rain
Outside the Blues Company
In the French Quarter.
— kenne
Decatur Street — French Quarter (2007) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The Devil Wears French
In the diary of a sinner
there be a Toussaint
tainted with well too many overturesA colorful creole crayon
sashaying in a coupé de ville
Often times
snaking in wait at the nice bars
and gardens that belong to Eden
The women there be easy on the Jesus
Gumbo Genevieves smiling pretty
with their crests fallen like moon Indigo
and open to almost anything
especially a charmed tongue
Mon Chéri
it only cost a quarter for that French
Boyhood days in Eve’s bayou spent on
Bourbon street
becoming fluent in the devil’s language
A pig’s latin
the words tend to caress
Mon Chéri…
It only cost a quarter for that French
— Benjamin Welch
Cathedral Alley, French Quarter — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Place d’Armes Courtyard, French Quarter, New Orleans — Photo-Artistry by kenne
French Quarter Carriage — Image by kenne
Rouses Market, New Orleans — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Rouses Market is at the corner of St Phillip and Royal,
a block and a half from where we stayed,
Place D’Armes on St Annes.
— kenne
Doors are for Opening (A Door In The French Quarter) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Doors are for Opening
My serious apprehension of being
Is freed by acts of becoming —
Through the task of opening doors,
Where I learn from the past,
Laugh at today’s mistakes, and
Dream about tomorrow.
— kenne
Late June Afternoon On Bourbon Street — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Full of the profane
We walk this temporal street
Yet something sacred.
— kenne
