Across the Lot River from the Chatette, one of the sets of church bells that we hear ringing throughout the day sounds in Saujac. I miss the bells. I will be hearing them and the bells of Montbrun very soon. Happy Easter to All!
This process of heading out again to Cadrieu from New Orleans has been an interesting one. So many feelings of home have been always bubbling just below the surface. It's been quite a juggling act keeping them in check. I've done a pretty good job of pushing them below the surface...until now. One by one, they are escaping. They've been kept in the mist and the far recesses of my heart, mind and soul. The closer departure, the more frequently they appear. It's as if they come from some fairy tale, Brigadoonish place, in shades of pastels and mist to become the reality I remember.
On my bike to Tulane one day last week, I was riding over the Jeff Davis Overpass that crosses I-10. It's very steep. I need no interference and no wind in my face to be able to make it over without getting off my bike. Walking up, the sunrising to my left, the time of day, it hit me just as I hopped back on...I'll be sitting a my table journaling again soon. I was there. It was heaven. I'm ready.
I wonder which bubble will be escaping next. Happy Friday!
Discovering iris in other parts of City Park can be a real treat. It's funny, but sometimes they feel a little more special than those in the Sculpture Garden because you do have to hunt them down. I'd actually passed this batch up, but after stopping to get a shot of my lion and the peristyle on the opposite side of the lagoon; I had to turn around.
I'm feeling the gone from here feelings a lot more these days. I've felt them before, but I have to remind myself that this time isn't the same as when I left in 2005. I must confess, the feelings of gone and may not be here when I get back; pushed me to return to take photos of the things and places I love so much. So, I went back for the iris.
Evelyn warned me that my wisteria was about to bloom. We were crossing our fingers that it wouldn't bloom till after my arrival, but it looks like it just couldn't wait. When I planted these two different varieties of wisteria in 2007, my goal was for them to eventually cover the whole stone wall that runs along my property beside the train tracks. One that grew profusely for years never bloomed. In 2012 we had one bloom, and it got blown off by the wind. As you can see, this year is a different story. We are close to meeting that goal.
Both are blooming. Both are beautiful. Could they last till the 2nd of May? We'll find out. Thanks to Evelyn for the beautiful shots. I picked them up right before I began my afternoon class. My students might have seen a tear in my eye. Enjoy Evelyn's photos!
Last weekend I realized that I was going to need a few more books to get me through to departure. I headed over to my favorite "lending library"-Chez Holsapple-Bertrand-Louie Boy and scooped my last batch of books from Eric.
I was just about finished reading about Polish author Bruno Schultz, so he carried me over. On to the life of Tina Modotti, an interesting female photographer who spent a lot of time in Mexico hanging out with Diego Rivera, Frida Kahlo, and a whole cast of Communists. (Of course, that is a gross over-simplification.) I should finish up Tina for sure, but I'm not sure how much further I'm going to get this batch. Ah, one more thing to come home to.
It has been wonderful to be able to read Eric's books. We have similar tastes and interests, so he has been a perfect source. Eric has taught me a lot and very much broadened my horizons. And, it hasn't all been about books! Today, a huge merci and a toast to Eric. I'm really going to miss my guys!
With a special moon event on the horizon to begin early tomorrow morning, this morning's almost full moon over Columbus Street pulled me outside to get a few shots from the front porch. I never know if I'll make it for the special events, but at least I got these this morning. I believe it begins around 2am. Given my very early birdness, I might even be up to catch the beginning of tomorrow's special event. I don't know about you, but the moon is always special to me. Happy Monday!
I pass this wonderful "installation" on Crete Street, between Ursulines Avenue and Orchid Street regularly. Every time I pass, I think: I should take a shot the next time. Last Thursday, turned out to be the next time.
I was on my way home from free cheese and fancy flowers at Whole Foods, so a moment of creative flourish was just perfect. In fact, so perfect that the owner "Michael" was on his way out for a run and stopped to chat. He offered to take my photo standing by it, but I felt way to haggard and windblown from my ride from Tulane and my shop to accept.
It was fun to hear how these had been the fixtures in the house, when they decided to convert it from a double to a single. He mentioned that he'd seen sinks and toilets as planters before, but he might have the first bathtub. Getting ready to take off for his run, he mentioned in passing: "I really need to varnish those doors!" I hadn't even noticed. Have you? That fence is a fence of doors! How beautiful and creative! Wishing you an interesting and creative Sunday! Pay Attention! You never know what's around the corner!
...red iris, blue iris! Leave it to Dr. Seuss to always get it just right. If I'd only thought about "One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish", when I wrote yesterday's post; I wouldn't have had my iris plural problem. Instead, I asked Kat about it. An iris is an iris, and iris are iris. So, no more irises for me! Writing "irises" more than once yesterday niggled at me. Now, I know. Happy Saturday!
Yesterday turned out to be one of those "I know why I live here" kind of days. I started shooting on my bike ride home from Tulane. I'd bet that about half of those 120 shots were of the irises in the Sculpture Garden at the end of my day.
The irises can speak for themselves. Happy Friday!