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Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Sunday, July 22, 2012

We're constantly moving, so what are we to make of the blurs we call our experiences? Zero time to think about our desicions before we're forced to make new ones. Leaving this place once again, for an unknown period of time, but I will return.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

The Maid of Orléans

Wiki:

Joan of Arc, nicknamed "The Maid of Orléans" (French: Jeanne d'Arc,^[1] IPA: [ʒan daʁk]; ca. 1412^[2] – 30 May 1431), is a folk heroine of France and a Roman Catholic saint. A peasant girl born in what is now eastern France who claimed divine guidance, she led the French army to several important victories during the Hundred Years' War, which paved the way for the coronation of Charles VII of France. She was captured by the Burgundians, transferred to the English in exchange for money, put on trial by the pro-English Bishop of Beauvais Pierre Cauchon for charges of "insubordination and heterodoxy,"^[3] and was burned at the stake for heresy when she was only 19 years old.^[4]
Twenty-five years after her execution, an inquisitorial court authorized by Pope Callixtus III examined the trial, pronounced her innocent, and declared her a martyr.^[4] Joan of Arc was beatified in 1909 and canonized in 1920. She is – along with St. Denis, St. Martin of Tours, St. Louis IX, and St. Theresa of Lisieux – one of the patron saints of France. Joan said that she had visions from God that instructed her to recover her homeland from English domination late in the Hundred Years' War. The uncrowned King Charles VII sent her to the siege of Orléans as part of a relief mission. She gained prominence when she overcame the dismissive attitude of veteran commanders and lifted the siege in only nine days. Several additional swift victories led to Charles VII's coronation at Reims and settled the disputed succession to the throne.

Saturday, April 21, 2012

As I continue to wander the streets of New Orleans, searching for the spirit of the people here, I snap off a few more photos. Colors shapes and actions here seem to be driven by a magical force, strong and resilient. Not wholly perfect, and submitting frequently to its raw nature, there is life here. It is expressed as a flower, no symbol could be more apt to describe the flamboyance and steadfastness in the face of impermanence that thrives here. Gather around the fleur de lis, and celebrate our moment together, we are New Orleans.