Monthly Archives: February, 2014

Sun through the Spanish Moss: Today’s Image of Simplicity

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The Florida Panhandle: An Ice Storm?

Pensacola: Warm beaches, soft sand, gentle sun? Not this time! Who would’ve guessed? We knew we might run into some sort of winter weather at some point on this trip, but in Florida? What a surprise. We stayed in a small campground called simply, Pensacola RV Park. People were nice, bathrooms were clean and cute, …

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Bird in Paradise: today’s image of simplicity

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Today’s image of simplicity

Just fishin’ on a fine Friday in February.

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French Quarter, part three: Treme, Bubba Gumps and Waiting for the Bus

Treme: The saddest place in the Big Easy If you haven’t watched HBO lately you wouldn’t know much about this place. It is the oldest African American neighborhood in this country. It was where free, and recently freed slaves were able to buy land and start over. It is where the Southern Civil Rights Movement …

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French Quarter, part two: Ironwork, Voodoo, and Tombstones

***** “Iron lace” The thing that caught my eye right away in the French Quarter was all the ironwork. I spent most of my time there looking up at the porch railings, window coverings and various doors and gates. There seems to be an unending variety of styles. Here are a few: There was so …

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French Quarter, Part one

Our pattern has been to arrive somewhere, get settled, figure out what we need from the store and go on a GPS-led exploration to find it. Usually this introduction to a new place is pretty frustrating. Our first excursion into New Orleans was just like that: frustrating. Bumpy roads, winding through neighborhoods filled with stoplights, …

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New Orleans, or, as the locals say, “Nwaulins”

***** ***** I had mixed feelings about visiting New Orleans. I’m not a party kind of person. I could care less about Mardi Gras and I had heard, and seen on tv, how grungy this town was. Well, it was…grungy, that is. But, even after Katrina, who can go to “Nwaulins” and leave uninspired? I’ll …

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