Sunset Key for lunch.
Saturday, November 28, 2015
Thursday, November 26, 2015
I am sitting on the breeze-cooled porch of a guest house in Key West, while the private jets roar overhead and the palm fronds sway.
Below, at the pool deck, people lounge by the water.
We are just a couple blocks off Duval Street, that easy, sleazy thoroughfare. This morning I took a walk through the neighborhood, past the art galleries, antique stores, t-shirt shops and adult entertainment parlors.
Here are some pictures.
We're going out to explore now - see you later!
Sunday, November 22, 2015
|Train grafitti. Click any image to "embiggen."|
I have two final papers due - I have to submit the drafts on Monday, and then revise them over the Thanksgiving holiday.
So that's why I have been neglecting my blog. Hope you all don't mind. I've shared some photos of my neighborhood.
|Single shotgun house with an incredible blooming senna shrub|
|Creole cottage on Dauphine Street|
|Beautiful old rose growing on a Bywater fence - Reve d'Or, maybe?|
|Jack, hanging out on the gallery outside of Vaughan's Lounge|
Saturday, November 14, 2015
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It was an afternoon with thunderstorms in the air. The locomotive was bearing down on the crossing.
Residents of the Bywater have to negotiate the trains everyday. It has become an interesting exercise. There are no gates over the tracks, only red flashing lights. Sometimes, people take a gamble - the engine is slow or even stopped; they drive over the tracks.
Other drivers decide to take an alternate route - they cut through the neutral ground - sometimes at an intersection, sometimes driving right over the grass - and make a U-turn. I've done that - cutting a quick right turn down Press Street toward the Mississippi River, racing the slow-crawling engine to Chartres and crossing the tracks clean. Or else they go lakeward through the St. Claude neighborhood to Claiborne Avenue, which has an overpass spanning the tracks.
Whatever you chose, the trains are a part of your life. Deal with them.
Thursday, November 12, 2015
I once lived in an apartment house where the resident manager, turns out, was beating his wife. All of the tenants gradually figured out what was happening by sharing information about our encounters with them.
He was doing it so quietly; we would never have known otherwise.
Here, this year in New Orleans, we are living in a rental house with a studio apartment sharing the same wall. Our neighbors are a young couple. Their apartment is too small for two people, and she is pregnant. He is recently unemployed. We sympathize with them, and have been as supportive as we can be.
Posted by Aunt Snow at 11:20 PM
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Then, go into Frady's One Stop Food Store and get yourself a po' boy.
Saturday, November 7, 2015
Unfortunately, the weather didn't cooperate. When I went down to Mickey Markey Park around 1:00 pm, it was sprinkling. It was that kind of half-rain, where you're not really sure it's worth opening your umbrella or not. I had Jack with me - he chose the moment before entering the festival to perform his magnum opus - the Prime Directive of every dog-walk. He took a giant shit just by the entrance to the park. Fortunately, I have my stash of dog-poo bags, and I picked it up like a good citizen.
There was a band playing onstage, a morose soundman under a dripping canopy. There were food booths, selling mirliton curry, mirliton gumbo, mirliton tamales - you get it. There were booths for New Orleans Rum and for Abita Beer.
We took a tour of the park - several festival-goers admired Jack - and then headed back home, to warmth and coziness.
The rain increased into evening. Now it was seriously pouring down, in sheets. Although it's only a few blocks, we took the car to Vaughan's Lounge for an evening cocktail. One drink into it, the place was suddenly over-run by a group of crazy women in costume.
It just goes to show - you better keep yourself receptive, because you never know what you're going to encounter in this city.
Thursday, November 5, 2015
|Taken with my Microsoft Surface-Pro|
The only draw-back to this has been the Muzak - they play a Pandora station with current, pop music that is so trite and repetitious it can drive you mad. It's also so loud you can barely tune it out.
Today, however, it sounds like someone of my generation has commandeered the music. It's not deafening (thank you!), and it's a mix of late '80s early '90s metal grunge with a few classic British punk tunes (think the Clash, think Talking Heads.)
Bravo, kind sir, whoever you are!
Monday, November 2, 2015
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When the buds first appeared, in late September, they were intriguingly weird looking. Pale, green-white ovoids, like blind fish or spermatazoa, on curving tail-like stems, growing in tiers around the tall stems.
As the buds open, they become small florets, five petals swept backwards, almost as cyclamen flowers' petals, with long delicate stamens springing from the centers, like wires. The flowers are about the size of a penny. The petals open pale cream, like soft kidskin, and age a yellower cream. The stamens are tinged with pinky-red, with dark, purply anthers.
The flowering lasts a full month, and now, as the flowers are spent, they leave behind green bracts which flush a bright red, making this plant give double-duty in the beauty department:
I asked my neighbor what it was called, and he couldn't remember the botanical name. He said the person who gave him the seeds had two common names for it. By the time I got home, I couldn't remember the first name, but the other was "rocket-flower." Unfortunately, "rocket-flower"is as common as dirt, so when I search, I get a million hits, mostly for liatris.
I cannot identify this plant and need your help!
Here are two photos of its growth habit. You can see how tall it gets.
It is probably a herbaceous perennial or biennial, I think. It grows in tall spikes, the tallest spikes soar way overhead up to 12 feet or higher. The stems are thick and strong, though not woody. Large, green lanceolate leaves alternate around the stem.
What do you say, Southern gardeners? Can anyone tell me the name of this plant?
Sunday, November 1, 2015
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|In L.A. and Mexico they use marigolds. In New Orleans, chrysanthemums|