Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Adorable Rascal

Fostering a spirited mixed-breed pup in need of a stable home. He is a playful, sweet pea. I already have a dog, and he is enough for me to handle. Otherwise, I'd keep puppy!

Puppy has a scar in the middle of his forehead that could pass as a third-eye. He also has a wound there that needs medical attention. He plays very well with other dogs, sits for treats and to get on-leash, is house-broken and had his last immunizations in April.

I am very hopeful for this new buddy of mine! He deserves a good home.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

From the Dog Haus

Monday afternoon drive-by at Woody's

He heard the firecracker gunfire from the kitchen. From his front porch he saw a car speed past. He called the police.

I drove over with three dogs about an hour after it happened.I couldnt get through my usual route. Yellow caution tape blocked us from turning right onto Hurst. I couldnt tell if it happened at Woody's house. After he didnt answer his phone, he peaked his head around the corner from the neighbor's yard and told me to drive around from the other block. Women and children were gathered in small groups on the corners and old men talked on their porches. The reverend walked along the side of the church talking on his cell phone, After Woody talked to a policewoman, she told him that he shouldn't let them congregate like they had recently started to do.

The corner has a history of congregation, Woody had told me a couple of months prior. The corner used to be bad with drugs, but had quieted down with the purchase and renovation of a blighted home nearby and the re-opening of a baptist church that was badly damaged by Katrina tornado forces. The only activity I had seen these past few months from Woody's front porch were a couple of Sunday morning and Wednesday evening services and a funeral. Last weekend, however, I saw a large group of young people hanging out in and around the empty corner lot across from the church.

The red car located at the top of the image has a shattered rear window and at least one flat tire.

Happened again yesterday, Tuesday afternoon. The police caught some kid, but then had to let him go because he didnt have anything on him. No one was hurt.

Woody lives right off River Road, and I am starting to think this road is a good get-away route.

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Friday, March 27, 2009

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Mississippi River

The camera can not capture the awesome colors of the blue water and sky, and the orange sun melting into the horizon.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Prospect 1: The Mint on Esplanade

Played Strange Fruit, eerie and beautiful

Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.