A Louisiana native chasing the light.
Photography and Digital Art.
SPANISH MOSS MEMORIES
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Her grandfather loved this old Oak and it made the perfect backdrop for this picture. She is a teenager now and I plan to get a updated picture of her and her dad.
As I drove down a side street in New Iberia I noticed how this home had seen better days. I then remembered a story told to me about a gifted silver tea set. It came to my mother from a woman whose family lived there. The woman’s family was raised in the Atchafalaya Basin and as often happened they move to town and lived a cultured life. I don’t remember my mother ever making Tea. She was more of a cocktail in a crystal glass type of woman. C’est la vie.
The old brick walls are covered in beautiful art. Some created digitally and others created by Rachels own hands as only a true artist can. Her business called A SALON is filled with a collection of quirky pieces. Two African carved masks are positioned on the wall. A draped Western Cow hide shields an upstairs loft, and in a hidden corner a bronze Buddha. Something for everyone. As clients come and go, I watched her work her magic like a Voodoo Queen. It’s easy to love this quaint salon. Wasn’t Marie Laveaux a French Quarter beautician?
A cobblestone paved street leads to the old train station where the Sunset Limited still passes occasionally. It’s very seldom, if at all, do you see a caboose following these vibrant colored engines today. Of course I tell myself it's only a short car drive to New Orleans but imagine sitting on the Sunset limited sharing cocktails with childhood friends. Now that would be the perfect memory maker.
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