There are days I go to put up a post when I have no idea what I'm going to use as my photograph. I simply go into the archives until something catches my eye.
Other days, it's completely planned out.
This one is in the middle. I wasn't sure what I was going to post this morning until I remembered having been editing this shot a day or so ago. My wife and I are going through a bit of a rough time courtesy health and Mr Murphy, who has a law of which you might not want to run afoul.
So we have to find humor where we can. In this shot -- one which initially doesn't seem to betray any potential for humor -- it kind of snuck up on me.
This is from New Orleans' St Louis Cemetery #1, just adjacent to the French Quarter.
If you scan the items below you will find a few things that would only be found in a Big Easy graveyard: Feathers, Beads and Bacardi.
Laissez les bons temps rouler, y'all.