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New Orleans : Misty Morning 3.18

Strangers turned to new friends. The events had ended, but the night was still young to us. We congregated at the Art House at the edge of the world. Sharing wine and stories, Andy played the guitar and Lelia cooked eggs. We sat outside at dusk, and watched the birds swarm to the radio tower. When the sun peaked over the horizon, the birds flew away in an organized instant. We said our goodbyes to the Art House and walked through the quiet, misty morning through the desolate New Orleans streets. these precious moments were captured with a 35mm point and shoot camera.