neighborhood

Just to get out of the house and try to cheer myself up a bit, I took my little 99 dollar camera for coffee today. I figured we both could use the exercise. We walked to the coffeehouse, and I took some bad pictures on the way.


This place is on the bayou, near me. It's an old, small plantation.

The Hare Krishna temple, in a 19th century Swissesque chalet! How often do you see that? Anyway, they have free vegetarian meals there each week.

One of the cornstalk fences in the city. This place is up for sale now, in fact.

Across from the coffee house. My friend Ben used to live in an apartment here. A few years later Vincent moved into his apartment. Now I see two very large lesbians live there. Nice.

My favorite of these places, a bit off the beaten track. It seems a bit lost and lovelorn (you know, like me). It's also big and white and falling apart (shut up!). Anyway, in my mind it looks vaguely Dutch colonial somehow, like it belongs in South Africa or something. I don't think anyone lives there now.

Kinda garish, yes, but it works.

It's all about the windows here.


Walking home...