Saturday, March 27, 2010

Sundown rocket


Sailing into the night.  The sun had fallen beyond the horizon and was only sending rays to top of our darkening skies.  They captured the tail of this bird, making it appear as though a rocket.  It seems a shame that the folks in the plane couldn't see what was happening behind them.
--steve buser





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Thursday, March 25, 2010

Don't hit the road Jack!


What do you want to bet this is a family conversation going on with Mom and Dad trying to convince youngster it is not safe to leave home at such and early age?  The shot is in Audubon Park in New Orleans.
--steve buser
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Monday, March 15, 2010

Mardi Gras Rock and Roll Marathon


I didn't get a chance to show photos from the New Orleans Mardi Gras  Rock and Roll Marathon a couple weeks back.  Our son, Charles, was racing in it.  We've been to a few of these, but this was perhaps the best (for us spectators) -- the scenery of City Park, the magnificent, stately, shady oaks along the path, bands every mile.  It was a  pleasant day in the park. 
--steve buser

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Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Morning, Mourning Dove


Two years ago this week, we were watching this Mourning Dove cuddle her two new born chicks just outside our bedroom window.  Those were exciting time.  We would wake up each morning to see how much they had grown.
--steve buser


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Monday, March 8, 2010

Devilish delights on New Orleans streets


Like they say, you never know who the devil your going to run into on the streets of New Orleans -- its worth a meander
--steve buser


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Monday, March 1, 2010

City Park waters reflect memories


Old Bayou Metairie lies still and somber in New Orleans' City Park.  It once carried water from the Mississippi River, but now seems just nothing more than a water for the grand-fatherly oak-laden play land.

It's whiskery Spanish Moss, and tannin-darken waters meander around the 1,300 acres, tying the golf course, sleepy oak trees, playground, Pan-Hellenic buildings and more, together.  I remember the first time we canoed and labored paddle wheels boats around the mirror-like waters back in the 60's.  Those memories are like the reflections in the bayou -- gloss-filled images that are easily lost in the waves of time.
--steve buser

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