I borrowed the title of this post from legendary musician Mr Fats Domino
[born and raised in the 9th ward -
a short crow flight to the east from where i am working now]
after finding a very pleasant surprise in a bundle this morning.
the berries of Solanum nigrum [a "nightshade" but not to be confused with Atropa belladonna, "deadly nightshade" which is distinguished by its mauve striped flowers] yielded a delightful blue print. at home in Australia i've not had such good results, mostly achieving greens or muddy purples, suspect it's something in the water...
a lot of which fell from the skies yesterday, leaving mud to play in
evidence of much higher waters some seven years ago
in the washed out railtracks
that constitute my happy hunting ground
it being such a good Monday i made it even better
by wandering along to one of my favourite eating houses
[Schiro's, corner of StRoch and Royal]
for the traditional New Orleans Monday dish
red beans and rice
which proved the perfect internal fortification
for cycling home in pleasantly warm rain in the afternoon
+++
those words of wisdom above
found in the window of a metal fabricators
on Royal























