A spiders wet web

Oh what a wet web a spider spins, when a spider spins before the morning fog.  This was the scene in the woods of Mandeville early Sunday morning when a foggy morning misted the spider webs throughout the woods.  Little droplets lined the sinewy threads of the web.

The key, the lock and the glass door knob

If you've lived in New Orleans a few years, you have seen this a hundred times.  Though, you haven't see it from this angle -- from the floor looking up.

The Saenger. The dream sellers of my childhood.

The old Saenger Theater in New Orleans.  The photo arouses long sleeping images of Saturday mornings watching Sinbad the Sailor movies.  Today I would probably laugh at how hokey they were. But back then, we lived in fear that the next adventure with a dragon could be his last.  We clung to a tugging believe that he was the true hero that could escape any peril.

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