New Orleans, LA. Truth: the only part about the city I liked was this vegan cake I had, and I made friends with a sweet female mule, and I kept walking to the French Quarter to visit her and stroke her face becauase she was sweaty (although I'm very against carriage rides). I also liked my ghost story teller, Edward, who was smokin'. Other than that, I wanted to be in the swamp. Or somewhere else, in the woods. Ha.
I guess most people like the craziness, and the like. I like the quiet of the river, or the way the trees seem to talk and sway in Louisiana. I'm turning into Grizzly Adams or something.
Hope you are well and happy. Enjoy the shots! Much love to you on this miracle of a day, yo.
C.A. MacConnell
