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Toulouse & Royale   Leave a comment

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Toulouse & Royale-2-72New Orleans Street Band at Toulouse & Royale (03/10/04) — Photos by kenne

Springtime in the

French Quarter

Royale lined with

shops and galleries

closed to vehicles,

opened to walkers

bring on the music.

— kenne

The Poet Is Sighing   1 comment

Jackson Square N.O. Dec 2014-2-Art-72A Jackson Square Morning — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The fog begins to lift
cobblestones still wet
from a passing shower —
the poet is sighing.

Cathedral bells ring
pigeons flying off
leaving their home —
the poet is sighing.

I can lose myself
in the French Quarter
in its endless embrace —
the poet is sighing.

Deep shadows in
alleys behind iron gates
guarding tropical courtyards —
the poet is sighing.

A lone musician
plays a jazz tune
not seen, but heard —
the poet is sighing.

Artists make their way
down to the square where
they hang their painting —
the poet is signing.

Morning life in the square
repeats again and again
the movement of generations —
the poet is signing.

A child of the mist
catches my attention
in my camera’s eye —
the poet is signing.

We bookmark each moment
looking at you again,
Renaissance and me —
the poet is signing.

— kenne

New Orleans Art (12/26/07)   1 comment

New Orleans 2007Kenne & Joy In New Orleans (12/26/07) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

New Orleans 2007Decatur Street, New Orleans (12/26/07) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Heart Within A Heart

Ther is a heart within your heart
A place go when all the trouble starts
When your world spins upside down and falls apart
There is a heart within your heart

There is a soul within your soul
A secret room only angels know
Come on baby, leave your fear, rise up and go
To the soul within the soul

— Tom Russell

Foggy Morning On The Square   Leave a comment

Morning French Quarter (1 of 1)-6-SQ-72Foggy Morning On The Square (Jackson Square) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Andrew Jackson square,

Originally Place d’Armes,

Where artists gather.

— kenne

A Teacher’s Teacher: Ellis Marsalis, RIP   3 comments

Ellis Marsallis-72A Teacher’s Teacher: Ellis Marsalis (November 14, 1934, April 1, 2020) Image Source: Chicago Tribune 

All of us reach an age when it seems like every day someone of our generation dies, even more now with the COVID-19 pandemic. Sadly, on April 1, a giant in education and jazz became one of the numbers in the current pandemic. 

In the 1980s, Ellis Marsalis, with his sons, became the fresh new face to a resurgence of jazz in the last decades of the 20th century. “My dad was a giant of a musician and teacher, but an even greater father,” Branford Marsalis said in a statement. “He poured everything he had into making us the best of what we could be.”

Ellis Marsalis had a light and graceful touch at the piano, allowing his enter fellings to pour out like a gentle flowing mountain stream. He had held a weekly gig for decades at Snug Harbor, one of New Orleans’s premier jazz clubs, before giving it up in December. 

The New Times critic, wrote: “Sticking mainly to the middle register of the keyboard, the pianist offered richly harmonized arrangements in which fancy keyboard work was kept to a minimum and studious melodic invention, rather than pronounced bass patterns, determined the structures and tempos.”

 

One of my favorite Cole Porter songs done superbly by Ellis and his son Branford.

Foggy Morning In New Orleans   2 comments

Jackson Square N.O. Dec 2014-art-72Foggy Morning In Jackson Square — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 

New Orleans Gallery Window   Leave a comment

New Orleans Gallery Window-art-72New Orleans Gallery Window — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“The whole content of my being shrieks in contradiction against itself,”

a Kierkegaard line I found in brother Tom’s notes, dated 6/29/93

— kenne

Foggy Morning In New Orleans   3 comments

Jackson Square N.O. Dec 2014-72Foggy Morning In New Orleans (December 2014) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Beauty in the Rain

If you fancy that you have an eye for beauty,
test it on a rainy day…
A cold and foggy day that wears no make-up.
Test it in the shades of gray
that consume the sun and rob the flowers of their colors,

leaving them forlorn in dingy places
like tired and aging ballerinas in faded dancing clothes;
huddling in the drafty wings of empty opera houses.

Gaze across the rooftops and the chimneys,
painted like Utrillo’s Paris
On the canvas of the smoke and fog
of a dying afternoon in winter.

It takes no eye for beauty
to find it on a lovely day.
It thrusts itself upon you
in the sunshine and the warm.

But it hides; becomes aloof, elusive
in the cold and in the rain.

— Jim Metcalf

 

Coffee Time   Leave a comment

French Quarter-19-2-art-Edit-2-72.jpgCoffee Time (Sidewalk Jazz at Cafe Du Monde, French Quarter) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

New Orleans Street Scene, A Photo Essay   Leave a comment

Over the years we have walked miles in the New Orleans French Quarter and the Garden District.
A few weeks ago while in Houston, we drove over to New Orleans for a couple of days.
Even though it was hot and humid we spent time photographing many scenes we have captured in the past —
there’s just something luring about this city.

— kenneFrench Quarter-15-72

 

Place d’Armes Courtyard   3 comments

Place D'Amres- art-72Place d’Armes Courtyard, French Quarter, New Orleans — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 

French Quarter Carriage   Leave a comment

French Quater (1 of 1)-2-Horse Carriage-2-72.jpgFrench Quarter Carriage — Image by kenne

 

Rouses Market   Leave a comment

Corner Grocery Store (1 of 1)-art-III-72Rouses 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

 

Door In The French Quarter   1 comment

new-orleans-door-1-of-1-art-blog.jpg (976×1263)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   Leave a comment

New Orleans (1 of 1)-Bourbon Street-72Late 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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