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Where We Live by John Silveira and Richard Blunt. Photos and commentary from Oregon and New England.

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Archive for February, 2013

 

Great Times Never Forgotten—Mardi Gras–75–76–77–78

Thursday, February 28th, 2013

In  December of 1856, six New Orleans businessmen gathered at a local restaurant to establish what is known today as a “carnival secret society”. The plan was observe the day  before the Lenten season( Fat Tuesday/Mardi Gras) in a fashion that they felt would have a wider appeal than the localized celebrations held in the Roman Catholic Creole community. They adopted the name “Mistick Krewe of Comus.”  On Feb 24, 1857,  this first secret society “Krewe” of Carnival presented the first Mardi Gras parade with mobile, decorated floats.  This parade, with it’s marching bands, and rolling floats became so popular that a second parade was planned the following year. This second parade, for the first time, attracted thousands of out of town visitors to New Orleans to celebrate Carnival on Fat Tuesday. Since the first event, Mardi Gras  has only been cancelled only 13 times. The last cancellation was a result of the police strike in  1979. The other cancellations were war related: Civil War, World Wars One and Two, and Korea . In the beginning Mardi Gras was somewhat of an elitist celebration. Over the years it has been transformed into one of this nations most diverse institutions. Every year it offers a rich and diverse cultural experience to all of it’s spectators and participants

One of our favorite family vacations , when we can afford it. is Mardi Gras. We are fortunate enough to have friends in New Orleans that are gracious enough to let us stay with them when we head south to celebrate Carnival.  Mardi Gras is billed as the the “Greatest Free Show On Earth,”  and draws hundreds of  thousands  visitors every year. This is in spite the fact that the City of New Orleans spends little or no money to promote it. Also Mardi Gras is one of the few  entertainment venues  where the entertainers foot the bill. By tradition and law Mardi Gras parades can not be sponsored by any corporation. Carnival clubs( Krewes) are chartered as non profit organizations. They raise money for costumes, float decorations, and throws, (beads, cups and doubloons tossed to parade watchers,) through dues to members and various fund raisers throughout the year. Friends that live in New Orleans tell me that only administrative function performed by the city of New Orleans is issuing parade permits to applicants. It is still a mystery to me how the parade times and routs are coordinated. The only parade restriction that I am aware of  is the ban on parades in the French Quarter. This ban was established in 1973 because city police and fire officials felt that the large floats and the crowds that gathered to watch them, rendered the narrow streets unsafe.

I have been attending this wonderful party since the the mid 70s. In my attic I have several shopping bags full of throws from almost every parade except one. I have yet to be fortunate enough to be on the receiving end of what I consider the ultimate Mardi Gras prize–a Golden Nugget. These are beautiful, hand crafted coconuts that are usually handed, instead of thrown, from the floats of the Zulu parade. Over the years there has been a proliferation of law suits from people alleging injury from coconuts being distributed from these floats. In July of 1988 the Louisiana Legislature passed, and the Governor signed into law, the Coconut Bill.This legislation excluded coconuts from liability for alleged injuries when being handed from Zulu floats. My resolve is to receive of the treasures on a future  visit to this grandest of celebrations.

Our family Big Easy visit was canceled, this year, by the 34 inches of snow that mother nature dumped on the east coast on Feb 9th and 10th. Unfortunately, the blizzard also forced a plan change for this post. I have decided to share, with you, some of our favorite times in years past as we celebrated Carnival on Fat Tuesday. Most of what you see here is repeated in refreshed fashion every year during Carnival, and presented in grand fashion during Mardi Gras.

The French Quarter

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For twelve days and nights the streets in and around New Orleans are alive with magnificent float displays like this.

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The masks worn by the krewe members on this float indicate that they are members of the Living Jewels Secret Society.

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The streets of the French Quarter are filled with folks wearing custom made costumes like the one in this picture. These costumes are usually made of the finest of material and often hand crafted by the owner. The diversity of costumes is endless. Elaborate costumes like these are the property of the wearers. They are not sponsored by any company or organization.

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This is one  example of the Family nature of Carnival in the Big Easy. There is fun for everyone.

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Talented musicians often travel through outdoor cafes to entertain diners

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Where else can you find a sword swallower/fire eater on the street at 6:30 in the morning. Tricia (crouched down on the left in the first photo) on was terrified that he was going to cut himself.

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The Cafe´Du Monde is a famous coffee shop, in the French Quarter featuring beignets, a deep fried pastry served in threes with powdered sugar. These delightful treats are served with a cafe´au laÍt. This coffee with milk delight treat blended with chicory, which adds more than just a little flavor boost . It is here that many Mardi Gras celebrants including the Blunt family start the day’s party.

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Meet our Mardi Gras Hosts

My wife Tricia (on the right) stands, on a cold morning, with our Mardi Gras hosts of 1978, my long time friend Joe and His wife Michelle.

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The best way to experience Carnival is with good friends. You have already met Joe, in the center. On right is another friend from Boston Jeanie. On the left is one of Jeanie’s  close friends.

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Quenching that big thirst after an exhausting morning of parade watching

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My friend Joe loves to travel the Louisiana back waters and, on a few occasions, he invited Tricia an I to go with him. I found these water ways to be inviting, and quite, and the fishing is great, when you know what to fish for. Joe knows it all.

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bThis was the third time Tricia lifted an empty crayfish net from the water. As you can see, she is not happy. After listening to a few tips from Joe, her net started to fill.

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An above ground New Orleans cemetery. Living below the waterline  of a big river does call for creativity.

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What kind of hawk is this?

Tuesday, February 5th, 2013

The other day, my friend, Christine Mack, and I were out driving in Ophir. Ophir lies just eight or ten miles north Gold Beach. We were traveling the frontage road that parallels Highway 101. I think it’s called Ophir Road.

“There’s a  hawk,” she said casually.

“Where?”

She pointed to the top of a power line pole I was driving by and I leaned forward over the steering wheel and just caught sight of it as we passed.

She naturally sees these things. I’m just learning to. I could say she sees them because she’s the passenger and I have to keep my eyes on the road, but she sees them when she’s driving, too, and I’m oblivious when I’m in the passenger’s seat.

I found a spot on the side of the road up ahead where I could turn around and we doubled back.

And there he (she?) was, sitting atop the pole. I could tell, right away, he didn’t appreciate our company and I was afraid when I got out of the car he would fly off. But he didn’t. He watched us askance while we watched him and I clicked away with my Canon 5D Mark III, whom I have named Chloe, while she was sporting my EF 400mm f/5.6 L USM lens.

All of these photos were cropped for the blog.

Here’s the catch: I don’t know what kind of hawk it is. Anyone out there know?

Here he was, regarding our interruption scornfully as he perched on the pole.

Here he was, regarding our interruption scornfully as he perched on the pole.

Shutter speed 1/1000     f-stop 5.6     ISO 160     focal length 400mm

 

I don’t know what he was looking at, here.

I don’t know what he was looking at, here.

Shutter speed 1/1000     f-stop 5.6     ISO 125     focal length 400mm

 

When he raised himself into this position, I thought he was getting ready to fly.

When he raised himself into this position, I thought he was getting ready to fly.

Shutter speed 1/1000     f-stop 5.6     ISO 160     focal length 400mm

 

He wasn’t. He was taking a poop. I don’t know if it was the call of nature or an expression of his opinion of us.

He wasn’t. He was taking a poop. I don’t know if it was the call of nature or an expression of his opinion of us.

Shutter speed 1/1000     f-stop 5.6     ISO 200     focal length 400mm

 

Bombs away!

Bombs away!

Shutter speed 1/1000     f-stop 5.6     ISO 160     focal length 400mm

 

Finally, he did leave.

Finally, he did leave.

Shutter speed 1/1000     f-stop 5.6     ISO 200     focal length 400mm

 

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Shutter speed 1/1000     f-stop 5.6     ISO 200     focal length 400mm

 

We caught up with him a quarter mile down the road. He was spotted, of course, by Christine.

We caught up with him a quarter mile down the road. He was spotted, of course, by Christine.

Shutter speed 1/1000     f-stop 5.6     ISO 100     focal length 400mm

 

But he still regarded us distrustfully. So, after a few more photos, we left him alone and drove on.

But he still regarded us distrustfully. So, after a few more photos, we left him alone and drove on.

Shutter speed 1/1000     f-stop 5.6     ISO 125     focal length 400mm

 
 


 
 

 
 
 
 
 
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