There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun.

2009

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.

Nineteen 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. 🙂