A Glass Half Full

Photo by sussah, angels and people, life in new orleans

There is a lady blogger here in New Orleans (she uses the name sussah) who takes pictures, much like I do, obsessively—well, let's say, often. I believe we both have the post-Katrina fever of trying to capture images of a place we love so deeply before it vanishes like Atlantis beneath the foam.

We discovered each other some time back when she broke the ice to let me know she liked my pictures. I gradually got to know her, too, through her posts, and have been impressed by her visual spontaneity and the breadth of what she finds beautiful and worthy. I cannot imagine her looking through a viewfinder at any scene and saying, "No, this isn't a picture I want to save."

If life is a glass, she certainly sees hers as half full.

I, of course, if you know anything about me, see my glass as half empty.

Except when I spend some time looking at sussah's pictures.

It's like she shakes me by the shoulders while yelling at me to straighten up, all the time giggling because she knows I have a marshmallow middle.

No, that's not it, it's like she mixes her glass with mine, and, for a short (very happy) while, we both have one great big full glass of something wonderful like Barq's Creme Soda.

Well, at least, I do.