Sunday, February 17, 2013

A foggy morning just before Mardi Gras



an early morning, walking between
ghosts, feet marring the wet sheen
 
 








concealed images, and dripping
shadows, blind streets
 





 
wandering thus, french market
glow, the mint obscured
 
 

 
 
 
 

dripping slightly, the webs the epitaph of 
vanished ghosts..



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  2. Beautiful. I especially like the green one, Ted.

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    1. It was a great morning.. I started out to take some shots of the river but the fog was too thick.. so we walked through the quarter and the Marigny and wound up at the Ruby Slipper which is where I found the spider webs -

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