There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun.


This is a post about painted ladies. I haven’t seen such a lady for a while now and even though there are many very beautiful things in my life I still remember and miss my friendship with this one plus I think Alan Price was a gifted man.

And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy,And God, I know I’m one.

Painted Lady, Vanessa cardui:

This Butterfly is a migrant from North Africa. Sometimes we get a lot of them and sometimes we don’t. The last really good year was 2009 and my camera was my old FZ50, I could do better today but cameras are not everything, sometimes the love shines through.

Painted Lady

Painted Lady

Painted Lady

Painted Lady

Painted Lady

Painted Lady

Painted LadyNineteen hundred and sixty four was an age of innocence, I was just eight years old. Alan Price was a gifted musician from Newcastle, England who wrote a song about a butterfly that he had probably never even seen. How clever is that? 🙂

Oh, mother tell your children, not to do what I have done.

I haven’t seen any Painted Ladies this summer and I guess now that I am not going to. This is what they look like. 🙂

9 thoughts on “There is a house in New Orleans”

  1. Painted Ladies have a soft spot in my heart. Several years ago we must have been right in the path of their migration, as there were hundreds of thousands of them flying through town. Clouds of them. It was so beautiful; I felt like I was part of a miracle. 🙂


  2. Thank you for the memories. 🙂 I was seven in 1964, just started my piano lessons, but five years later I played House of the Rising Sun being the youngest member of a local band – the only available pianist in our village :).


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