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It was the first thing that I noticed when I stepped into the hallway. The blues. For a minute, I stepped onto the street myself...I walked past a sax player playing his song. Mind you, the street wasn't as jampacked with the costumes and masks and beads and liquor, but it was an entertaining walk full of cans with a few dollars in them, a human sock monkey, and a blues soundtrack playing throughout the background.
That is where I was taken back to when I stepped through the gallery, but soon I was brought back to reality. I stood in front of these images and again, I noticed most the great mess of blues. While the color itself that radiated through many of the pictures was quite eye-catching it was so bright, the concept behind the costumes made of the large blue tarps that almost all read "FEMA" made me wonder if these Mardi Gras regulars had recovered from their blues. Or, did they sing the blues? Listen to the blues? Feel blue after Katrina? Were they blues fans before Katrina? For they were showing off their mighty blues now. From wigs, to masks, to hats, to eyelashes, to jewels...the blues made everyone one. The blues brought the street of men, women, men very well-dressed as women together. And, as a backdrop of these photos what did I notice? These boys proud of their creations and standing strong on their land after Katrina tried to wash it away had a clear, blue sky framing them in their pictures. The streets were crowded, indeed, but that's what I liked to see. The spirit that I've heard so much about lately was there. It was still there. I wanted to be there. I wanted to be surrounded by these blues that were worn on huge smiles.
It was the first thing that I noticed when I stepped into the hallway. The blues. For a minute, I stepped onto the street myself...I walked past a sax player playing his song. Mind you, the street wasn't as jampacked with the costumes and masks and beads and liquor, but it was an entertaining walk full of cans with a few dollars in them, a human sock monkey, and a blues soundtrack playing throughout the background.
That is where I was taken back to when I stepped through the gallery, but soon I was brought back to reality. I stood in front of these images and again, I noticed most the great mess of blues. While the color itself that radiated through many of the pictures was quite eye-catching it was so bright, the concept behind the costumes made of the large blue tarps that almost all read "FEMA" made me wonder if these Mardi Gras regulars had recovered from their blues. Or, did they sing the blues? Listen to the blues? Feel blue after Katrina? Were they blues fans before Katrina? For they were showing off their mighty blues now. From wigs, to masks, to hats, to eyelashes, to jewels...the blues made everyone one. The blues brought the street of men, women, men very well-dressed as women together. And, as a backdrop of these photos what did I notice? These boys proud of their creations and standing strong on their land after Katrina tried to wash it away had a clear, blue sky framing them in their pictures. The streets were crowded, indeed, but that's what I liked to see. The spirit that I've heard so much about lately was there. It was still there. I wanted to be there. I wanted to be surrounded by these blues that were worn on huge smiles.
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