Two bikes in the night. An open door, inviting light. Enter when the time is juuuuuuust right.
There's a street in New Orleans that only appears to mere mortals every once in a while. It's the oddest thing. It doesn't show up on maps. Apparently when you don't think of it, there it is.
I parked my bike there once, which was a mistake.
Have you ever noticed the shadow a bike casts? Look closely next time you see one. I think you'll agree they reveal the secret inner personality of the viewer.
"There's never a perfect time to say this," said the angel.
If not today, when?
Don't you dare ask for whom the angel waits.
Angel in Waiting
If you wait long enough, you'll get a visit by an angel. If you look hard enough, you'll find one. If you listen closely enough, you'll hear one humming.
Angel of Music
She's the angel of music, but just call her Polhymnia.
She hovered over the cliffs in Baja, awaiting opportunities to redirect.
Caravaggio didn't have a bike, so now he gets one. Finally.
"Am I imagining this?" he asked aloud.
The heat of summer, the burn of sunshine on a bike seat, the smell of baked chain oil. Ahhh!
No need to lock it, just lean it against whatever’s handy and go on about your business. It’s always there when you return.
Red Light Bike
If downtown offers nothing else for bicycle enthusiasts at least it's got plenty of places to park your ride under a nice red light.
Effervescence on two wheels!
Let's pause the space/time continuum for a moment.
Bike under a Blue Moon
An open window lets the fresh air in.
When you describe her personality, you may have to look up the word supercilious.
The No Name Bar
We basically grew up here
She captivates the imagination.
I Dream of Napoleon House
I dreamed of Napoleon House perhaps because I basically grew up there
A Light in the Neighborhood
A light burns in the neighborhood.
Mid City Home
Two cozy homes in the Mid City neighborhood of New Orleans after a light rain.
When Bonnard looked up from his easel, he saw her flitting by.
Valentine’s Day Houseghost
It's Valentine's Day. Somebody loves you.
Jocelyn is quite like a cowbird, if I’m honest.
For the two weeks she sat for the portrait Adele wasn’t allowed to see the painting in progress.
Guardian angels have a misconception about themselves.
She makes decent money, considering she only does Joni Mitchell covers.
Gaelus the Conquerer
Very direct. Very Eve.
Forged in fire, you might say.
Claire de Lune
No longer prairie bound.
There comes a moment in your life when you realize you are not always right about things.
Did I just dream that?
Alex seeks. Alex finds.
Frances parked under a window and stepped away to look at the sky.
This neighborhood is crowded with memories.
French Quarter Street Scene at Dusk
He parked his bicycle momentarily beneath the open window.
Miss Terri Abounds
The mystery of portraiture, revealed.
That’s how Coco would describe it, anyway.
Claire on the Prairie
She was about to find out.
He’s awake to the past but dreaming of the future.
Victor's courage didn’t come from boxing lessons.
Cool Blue Roderick
Just close 'em.
She’s having a wild hair day. Again.
Pink Eve Haze
See what all the fuss is about.
Through the haze, Eve can be discerned but just vaguely.
Vini, vidi, viciho. (Translation: He came, he saw, he Idahoed.)
Crimson is the color of life. Wear it and smile.
Just like Julie, but more so.
Good Will Bike
Bicycles are good energy!
Attentive and wary, Gaelus awaits.
Blue Shotgun House in Mid City
There's peppermint schnapps in the freezer for after dinner.
Just a moment ago the room was empty.
The chair awaits the angel.
Angel of Hope
The Angel of Hope
After the Rain
After a heavy rain signs of sunshine appear.
This easel is a crooked little so-and-so
The Transformation of Princess Feather Hat
The Evolution of Princess Feather Hat
Such is youth!
Célestine Musson De Gas: the mother of Edgar Degas.
If it weren't for Elphaba, none of this would've happened!
They named a party after her in Baton Rouge.
Good Samaritan Bike
Isn't it obvious that bicycles are Powers for Good?