Yesterday was my favorite kind of day (gray and cold) in my favorite season in New Orleans (not really winter, not really fall). The leaves have finally turned here, a little late this year. Not brilliantly as they do up north, but softly. Rust is the prevailing color, mixed with amber.
I was headed out the door to run some Saturday morning errands when I was struck by the cypress and crepe myrtle trees along Esplanade Avenue. I turned right back and got my camera.
|On the 900 block of Esplanade.|
|Same block, opposite direction||.|
|I fetched the car and headed out Esplanade. How many times have I passed the Gayarre Triangle and never stopped?|
|Cypress and live oaks along South Carrolton Avenue.|
|Over the Huey P. Long Bridge, under the train trestle in Avondale.|