This whole twerking thing is out of hand. Usually these things disappear as quickly as they pop up, but this one just won't die. Now I love New Orleans and while, honestly, the culture that gave us twerking is a part of why I love it, it bothers me that this craze is monopolizing NoLa's identity of late.
So, I chose this month's photo to counteract that effect.
This is a swamp of New Orleans. It is a place of surreal natural beauty and mystique. Spooky yet inviting, still yet full of life. When I look at this image I feel calm and contemplative. I can - and have - stared at it for hours.
When you think of something to gaze at, I guess this is about as far from twerking videos as you can get. You're welcome. ;^]
I shot this on slide film and cross-processed it to get a negative, thus the cool color shift, making the place appear even more alien.