Reflecting on New Orleans

She calls to me with her third world rugged beauty. I sense palaces hidden behind dilapidated exteriors. It’s a place of magick and mystery, shadows and glamour. All of this breathes under a muggy, laid back city, casual in it’s daily repose, sultry and alive at night. I close my eyes and see dark glittering eyes, bones and feathers. She beckons, but the call may be too dangerous for me.

Posted on: 05.10.10

One Response to “Reflecting on New Orleans”

  1. Barbie says:

    You’ve hit the ball out the park! Incedrbile!

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