Part of a balustrade hurricane-ripped off the home of my friends Adrienne and Bill in New Orleans and deposited in their garden, three stories below where it belongs.

In calmer weather, back at the time of this year’s Jazz Fest, it surrounded a terrace where I often stepped out to have a smoke:

2 thoughts on “AFTER ISAAC

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *