Posted in Word Prompt

Indigo Eyes

You’ll never speak to the same face twice.
We’ll never say our names.
Here we exist in states of disarray,
Coming and going as our costumes fade.
We hide in shadows, masking true intentions.
You’ll never see one undressed,
No, you’ll never see one undone.
Here we hide behind indigo eyes
While it rains little white lies.

Posted in Photo

22-34/365 Magic Lives Here

You know the picture dump I promised somewhere around the mid-end of January. It’s here! Silent hurrahs all around.

These are a mixture of pictures from my camera and from my phone taken while I was wandering around the French Quarter and Jackson Square on a Sunday.

I first set foot in New Orleans when I was around 13 years old and I’ve had a continuous love affair with the city since.

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