New Orleans

New Orleans The buildings rise from the horizon in the morning sun, and the city begins to wake as the scent of creole-style gumbo rises from the streets. In the distance, the Mississippi teems, alive with a thousand variety of fish as the steamboats, oil riggers, and ships move inland. To the port of New Orleans, children take the ferry with their parents and wave hello from the windows of omnibuses and chat of the weather. In the daylight, the city traffic creeps at a slow pace as people rush to and fro, Taxis honk in the streets as bicycles rush beneath the lights and along the sidewalks. Young couples sip cafe lattes at the local coffee shop as grandmothers and grandfathers take their grandchildren to the aquarium. I am a spectator to all these events, a solemn witness in pen and ink, and I think there is a commonality in this walk of life.