Behind every brightly painted door in New Orleans, a story waits to be found.
Blue House Cat began as a quiet photograph of a shotgun house in the Marigny, transformed through digital collage into a portrait of stillness and secret gardens. A small, solemn cat stands before the house like a forgotten guardian, part porcelain doll, part dream creature, framed by a riot of blue flowers and golden branches.
 
There’s a hush to this image, a sense that something has just ended or is about to begin. The house breathes with color; the air hums with memory. It’s a moment between heartbeats, where whimsy meets wistfulness, and the ordinary world tips slightly toward magic.
 
A love letter to the quiet corners of New Orleans, where even the smallest figures keep watch over the unseen.