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“Oh, I’m not a percussionist, I just like to hit things.”

― Tom Waits

New Orleans French Quarter on Halloween

New Orleans
French Quarter on Halloween

Tourists From the Future

“If time travel is possible, where are the tourists from the future?”
― Stephen Hawking, A Brief History of Time

The Time Traveler of Paranormal Percussion, with Clyde Casey New Orleans, Louisiana

The Time Traveler of Paranormal Percussion, with Clyde Casey
New Orleans, Louisiana

The Time Traveler of Paranormal Percussion, with Clyde Casey New Orleans, Louisiana

The Time Traveler of Paranormal Percussion, with Clyde Casey
New Orleans, Louisiana

The Time Traveler of Paranormal Percussion, with Clyde Casey New Orleans, Louisiana

The Time Traveler of Paranormal Percussion, with Clyde Casey
New Orleans, Louisiana

Clyde Casey: A New Orleans mobile percussionist

A Roving Percussionist On The Big Easy’s Busy Streets

“Party lights hang over the street, yellow and red and green. Sadie stumbles over someone’s chair, but I’m ready for this and I catch her easily by the arm.

“Sorry, clumsy,” she says.

“You always were, Sadie. One of your more endearing traits.”

Before she can ask about that I slip my arm around her waist. She slips hers around mine, still looking up at me. The lights skate across her cheeks and shine in her eyes. We clasp hands, fingers folding together naturally, and for me the years fall away like a coat that’s too heavy and too tight. In that moment, I hope on thing above all others: that she was not too busy to find at least one good man …

She speaks in a voice almost too low to be heard over the music. But I hear her – I always did. “Who are you, George?”

“Someone you knew in another life, honey.”
― Stephen King, 11/22/63

A Bicycle Named Desire

“Don’t you just love those long rainy afternoons in New Orleans when an hour isn’t just an hour – but a little piece of eternity dropped into your hands – and who knows what to do with it?”
― Tennessee Williams, A Streetcar Named Desire

A lot of my photos from New Orleans are taken from my favorite spot. It on the corner of Governor Nicholls and Decatur in the French Quarter. There’s a bar/restaurant called the Mojo Lounge – and there is a table right on the corner, outside, on the sidewalk, under the balcony. I’ve been known to hang around until someone leaves that table and jump in. The Mojo is primarily a bar, but like a lot of bars in New Orleans, the owner is a chef and takes pride in his food. But the real attraction is the view from that corner table. It’s in the quarter, but far enough down toward Frenchman that it’s not too touristy. There’s a bicycle rental down the street and Wicked Orleans catty-corner across the street. That makes for an interesting parade all day and all night.

I discovered the place a few years ago after being caught in a sudden torrential downpour while walking away from the French Market one Saturday before Mardi Gras. I ducked in and ended up staying all day and most of the night.

Outside the Mojo Lounge, New Orleans, Louisiana

Outside the Mojo Lounge, New Orleans, Louisiana

Two orange bikes rented from A Bicycle Named Desire, French Quarter, New Orleans, Louisiana

“He was a boy, just a boy, when I was a very young girl. When I was sixteen, I made the discovery – love. All at once and much, much too completely. It was like you suddenly turned a blinding on something that had always been half in shadow, that’s how it struck the world for me. But I was unlucky. Deluded.”
― Tennessee Williams, A Streetcar Named Desire

Where’s My Parade?

“I was like, Am I gay? Am I straight? And I realized…I’m just slutty. Where’s my parade?”
― Margaret Cho

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French Quarter
Halloween
New Orleans, Louisiana

How Complete Is the Delusion

“It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness.”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Kreutzer Sonata

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French Quarter
Halloween
New Orleans, Louisiana

Deep Like the Rivers

“I’ve known rivers:
I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.”
― Langston Hughes

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Looking up the Mississippi from the French Quarter Levee.
New Orleans, Louisiana

Just Another Lost Angel

“Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light? Or just another lost angel… City of Night? ”
― Jim Morrison

French Quarter New Orleans, Louisiana Halloween

French Quarter
New Orleans, Louisiana
Halloween

Joanie on a Pony

New Orleans, Louisiana

New Orleans, Louisiana

New Orleans, Louisiana

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Digital Art – Bicycles

After having saved money for years I now have a graphics suite installed on a computer at home – Photoshop, The Gimp, Illustrator, and Corel Painter along with a Wacom Tablet.

What I want to do is to develop some skills… and more importantly, a vision. Right now, though, I’m playing around and learning my way around the pixels. Here’s a couple simple ones I did last night… both bicycle related.

Cruiser in the French Quarter

Cruiser in the French Quarter

If you are curious… for the original source of this – look here.

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