Reliving my Southern Gothic Adventure: Part 2.*

continuing on with this week of remembrance for one of the best trips i have taken, i want to relive this time over&over again. this was our amtrack ride from birmingham, alabama to new orleans, louisiana. swamps, rivers, bridges, and cemetaries for miles. no better feeling of freedom in the world....*

The Last Hours of Our Adventure.*

here are the last images from our wondrous southern vacation. moving forward, over a month later. i will always reminisce and think of returning to this time. freedom that felt like we were seventeen again, although ten years have passed and we have much more on our plates these days. letting the ball drop and fleeing to a new land. completely void of responsibility and obligations. i miss those days, and i'm so grateful that, by being together in a far away place, we can invoke them once again, at at time, at any age. the end of an era? never.*

The Voodoo Queen of New Orleans.*

so far, my favorite thing about new orleans is maria laveau, the famous "voodoo queen." she lived in perpetual youth for over a century and prepared gris-gris for the locals for hexes and charms. everything here is creepy, old, beautiful, haunting, intricate, sketchy, warm, and full of liquor. cafe au lait and beignets, gumbo and po-boys, hurricanes and hand grendaes, rovers are daiquiris, and strippers lettin tourists suck their titties for A DOLLAR. and then there's the magic....*