This weekend I meant to get up and go over to New Orleans – to spend a little bit of time at Costco and then to wander into the French Quarter and take some photos so I’d have things ready for this series. I wanted to make sure that I had plenty of new photos to draw on for you. But I woke up late and didn’t get over to New Orleans quite when I expected and the lovely grouchy woman in the photo center informed me that it was going to take much longer than expected to refill our ink cartridges. Because I was feeling serious anxiety, the thought of traffic and lots of people was not appealing to me. I actually thought I really wanted to hang out in one of the cemeteries – because they are beautiful and calming – but instead, I wound up in City Park, where they are beginning the process of getting the majestic live oaks ready for the Christmas display – Celebration in the Oaks.
City Park is famous for her Live Oaks – gorgeous, ancient trees that spread seemingly for miles. They are hard to photograph, though. So many shadows, lots of light and dark, making it difficult to find balance in the photo. But it is certainly fun to try. Wherever you see a live oak, you’re bound to see Spanish Moss, which many people have incorrectly been told is a parasite that kills the trees. It is, in fact, just an air plant that does no harm to the tree.
I was fascinated by this particular tree near the water, branches growing down into the water, Spanish Moss, swinging like hammocks in the breeze.
The live oaks grow in odd patterns and ways. You look at the trees and wonder exactly how that happened. This one has grown into and out of the water.
And then there is just the overwhelming majesty of a live oak. Think of all this tree has seen – particularly in the city of New Orleans. When the trees reach this size, they been alive for hundreds of years, silent witnesses to history.
It was a beautiful day to be in the park, this oasis of serenity in the middle of a bustling city. Around every corner, at every turn – there was something else to see and do. I wandered through just a tiny, tiny piece of it. Maybe next time I’ll make it to the sculpture gardens.