More hidden images, lost and found.

Rachel came to visit in the spring, and I took her to what is believed to be the oldest tree in the city. Called The Tree of Life, it resides in Audubon Park, just behind the walls to the zoo. Sometimes, on a lucky day, you can see giraffes peeking over the wall at you. The first time I visited New Orleans, my lovely friend Sharon took us there, and they peered down at us with their strange cow eyes.

There's Spanish Moss hanging from all the branches, and it makes everything look soft and haunted, even on bright and sunny days.