This was one of my last Saturday day mornings in Spanish Town, late last summer, 2009, before I moved to Lake Charles, LA, which is only 2 hours due West of this very spot. What's that saying, "you don't know what you've got until it's gone"...well, that is such a true statement. I always knew that lovely space of time in my life would end and I am glad I was aware of that, but just looking at these photos today is making me very nostalgic for that time. Not to mention that when I look outside my front door here in Lake Charles, I see a boring street and that is what I am trying to change by creating this blog.
The morning that I snapped these photos a couple of guys were sitting on the store stoop jamming out some old school blues. I wondered over with my coffee as I was waking up and thought that I would just listen for a bit. I was in no rush. Spanish Town and the deep south in general have that feeling. An older lady was sitting on the porch under the awning. It appeared that she had just finished eating breakfast upon my arrival. She pulled out a compact mirror and a tube of red lipstick from her purse. Quickly she started to reapply a fresh coat of lipstick. The heat of the late summer morning must have melted her lip stick because as she started to apply the red color, the creamy stick suddenly just snapped off and landed in her lap. She looked down in her lap, picked up the broken color with her fingers and stuck it back on.
