Insouciant Ennui
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Facing Down the Dragon
I crouch down in on Government Street in front of the Mystics of Time House, inside the baricades as the revelry of Mobile’s Mardi Gras rages on. MOTs—Mystics of Time—time is a mystery, isn’t it? For how can one moment stretch into an eternity, how we simultaneously exist in the moment and in reverie. From these decorative floats, masked riders throw beads that land on the ground, snatched by tiny, plump ready hands, while some dangle from trees, a glittery tapestry like little glowing seeds of fun and revelry.
By Insouciant Ennui12 months ago in Photography
Her Widow Road
It didn’t just here—it was as if Hell had frozen over with her heart. She walks to God’s river to pray and back home alone—cloaked in dark. There were whispers in the trees, in the shrill of the osprey as the icy wind whipped around her knees.
By Insouciant Ennui12 months ago in Photography
