The smells…the sounds…the colors…this light.
Every year - it happens.
Today - I want to hold on and remember.
Just what it feels like.
Just as it is.
Like this.
Like This
Bearing Witness
There’s an almost deliberate slow-ness to life in New Orleans.
In the heat…the live oaks offer a canopy of cool shade.
Within the shade…sits this country’s dark history.
Silent sentinels bear witness to so many lifetimes.
And - in this present day - these trees reach tall and wide and rooted.
Impervious within their magnificence.
Spring's Voice
And here she is again.
Spring.
On those days when I fear I’ll never hear her voice
She surprises me.
Her ground is slowly greening.