November 1st-3rd I had the privilege of attending the TEDwomen’s conference in New Orleans. I have yet to distill the stories I heard into something easily shareable. I will eventually though. However, after the conference ended Friday at noon, and I had lunch with new friends, I had to shift hotels and…
when I walked into the Catahoula Hotel I was so instantly smitten.
This courtyard space at the Catahoula will be where I go in my head when I get dental work done or just want to escape. It so spoke to me. My room was really funky. The staff was great. There was a rooftop deck and bar. The coffee was delicious.
When I woke up the morning after the conference something funny happened. If you listen to TED talks, which I highly recommend you do, you will get this.
I woke up speaking TED.
My first thoughts when I woke up were, “Twenty-eight years ago, I was searching for something I did not understand and landed in the hippie hills of Vermont. How could I, a small town girl from conservative, southern South Dakota believe that the lefty enclave of Burlington, Vermont would be where I would find my husband, my tribe and myself. How could I…”
And it just kept going on like this. I couldn’t stop thinking in TED speak. I cracked myself up. After hearing those remarkable stories for three days, one right after another, the cadence of the talks became a part of me. I don’t speak TED anymore—just in case you were wondering.
There are some links below to TED talks. You can find something to spark you on any subject in the universe—oh, and also the link to the hotel if you are planning a trip to New Orleans.
2600 talks to stir your curiosity: TED talks
This morning I couldn’t sleep, it was foggy. I’ve always loved fog. I grabbed my camera, a few bills for coffee and slipped out quietly so Jeff could sleep a little longer. It was a little after five. After taking a few shots in my yard, I was bored. I drove to the beach and ran into a friend walking to work. I watched as he vanished into the fog.
Then I drove to the canal to take pictures of the guys fishing.
I witnessed some lovely fishermen camaraderie. I got quite an education too. I tried to not be in the way. I think I might’ve been a couple of times. But, they were gentlemen and didn’t mention it to me. Mark, Norman and Nick seemed like pretty good guys.
This fish really didn’t want to give up the fight. He was in too rough of shape to be thrown back. I think I saw the last breathe of this 38″ (37.5″ to be exact) striper.
R.I.P. big guy
Mark (tan shirt) offered his fish to Norman and his son, Nick. Norman soon had a fish on his line and his son helped him pull it up. It was all a thrill and the fog added some drama to the whole scene…oh, how I love fog.
Later Norman caught another one and released it because it was in good shape. They were going home with two good sized fish (one caught and one gifted already). I appreciated seeing the care taken to get the hook out as cleanly as possible. Norman threw it back into the Cape Cod Canal to live another day.
Swim on little fella, there’s mackerel to dine on.
Mark, Norman and Nick were good guys. I bought them coffee to thank them for letting me take photos…it seemed like the least I could do. Mark and I take our coffee the same, “black with cream”. I found this funny…black with cream. I’ll never order it any other way again.
By getting out of my comfort zone, I was given access to a world I had little knowledge of.
I usually sit on my porch in the morning or walk the same loop.
This morning the siren song of fog lured me to explore and I was handsomely rewarded.
Thanks fellas for one of my favorite mornings in Town Neck.
Graffiti never fails to inspire me artistically. I’m now thinking about the empty walls of my garage…so many possibilities.
I took this photograph in the oldest church in Amsterdam. This room truly made me swoon. I might use this image as the place I go to in my head when the world’s just too much.
This church is in the red-light district—it was founded in 1213 and consecrated in 1306. After the Reformation it became a Calvinist church. Here’s a link with more information.
These globes and the plants were in the street front windows of an apartment.
This photo is musician Elliot Smith. This image was on a storage kiosk.
Another kiosk image of John and Yoko during the Bed-In for Peace.
This is an entryway, the subtle lavender curtains were just so pretty.
There are awnings, outdoor lights and heaters everywhere.
These books were beside each other I just thought it was funny. Pretty sure these girls don’t care in the least about mid-century design.
This is a crosswalk on a high end shopping street.
I love street photography. The raw moment when something sparks me. Be sure to scroll down and check out the pigeon slideshow. My daughter Willa had an interesting encounter near the royal palace.
As promised, Herrick folks, my niece and I paid a visit to Marilyn at Bernie’s Inn. It was so much fun to see the place and be reminded of childhood memories—working in the honey house, hanging out after games and high school weekends driving around stopping in for a pop. I hope you all enjoy the little trip down memory lane. Be sure to visit next time you are in the area. It’s well worth the effort.