Many Sunday mornings, I get on my bike and let City Park carry me where it will. I have no destination in mind. I let her grab me and take me along. As Eric and I frequently say: what a treat to live so close to this incredibly beautiful park? Yesterday was just such a Sunday.
Coming up Lelong towards the museum like I do, I always miss the alley of ancient oaks that led you up to the New Orleans Museum of Art before the storm. I generally keep moving and enjoy the new beauty surrounding the big lake and double alleys of crepe myrtles and new oak trees coming up Lelong.
I visited with all my old famliar favorites and shot a few photos here and there. But, after I enjoyed my favorite fountain and thought I was on my way home...I had to stop again.
Look at those beams propping up the branches of this ancient oak! I had never seen this done before. All I could feel was gratefulness, that these beauties were being "supported," loved, and cared for in such a HUGE way. Silly me, I stood there and cried after I took my shots. Memories still rise.
But, we are nothing if not resilient. Standing beside these huge beams, surrounded by the branches of this oak, left me even more awe-struck with their grandeur, beauty, and the pivotal part they play in the lives of all New Orleanians.
I'd stopped at a little island I enjoy to get a few shots of the Peristyle and my lion from the other side. I discovered a plaque or corner-stone in the ground (along with finding out that the island is called "Goldfish Island") and had to have a shot. What a wonderful tribute to life, love, family, New Orleans, and these ancient oaks that are woven into the very fabric of all of our lives.
As they "support" us, we support them. I leave you with a few "supportive" shots. Have a great Monday and a great week!
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