Happy Mardi Gras.
In the reorganizing of artwork and archival material came across some Mardi Gras images made twenty years ago in New Orleans ... or NOLA as it's abbreviated sometimes.
I do recall that trip in great detail as it was all so flash, and documented by Yours Truly. The torchières, the krewes, the madcap crowds, a man punching out a USA Today vending box on the street under careful watch of a cop, the throwing, the catching, the exposing.
One of the most magical bits was going to a party on the levee.
True M-G revelers party all Monday night into Mardi Gras, so right now there are many who have been up for twelve hours and counting.
I would like to exhibit my images from above plus the Jazz Funeral I documented the last time in that city, the funeral procession for Ernie K. Doe - "Burn K-Doe, Burn!"
Time to move, groove, hoove and get ready for tonight's King Cake celebration.
Remember, do not be alarmed when tomorrow you see those with the ashy smudges upon their foreheads.
Non-ashy Love.

The very blue image below is of Cellist Fred, an image Yours Truly made this past summer and had floating about on the desktop.
The other very curious image is a hallowed and annual image of Ridge Lee Larry, U.B.'s version of the nation's weather-guessing groundhog. Ridge Lee Larry is stuffed, is twenty-five years old, and is still molting.
But, as is custom, there he stood next to his faux burrow, little sash and party hat in place.
As it was a slushstorm, RLL saw nothing but slush.
So dress accordingly.
Onwards.
This past few days, amongst other things, photographed a mom and daughter and the daughter had a manhole-sized hickey on her neck. I think the mother did not notice this blotch. But YT certainly did.
Tomorrow is Mardi Gras, and YT will be photographing MC MG madness for SoCo, hopping from spot to spot with some SoCo reps in a SoCo wagon.

Tomorrow is NYS Primary Day, dress accordingly.
Dressed in Love.