December 2008

Candle burning in our room.

Bottle of Night Train illuminated by television light. SH(Sarah Handyside)

Watching TV from the bed.

Bedroom ceiling with beads and lights.

Cigarette basking in sunlight.

The electrical outlet I wired in our room. SH

Beads and Lights. SH

Abandoned Brewery. Tulane Avenue. December 16.

Sarah waiting for the bus by the brewery.

Tree over abandoned building. Tulane Avenue. SH

Telephone pole. SH

Me standing in front of my new job at Robert's Market.

Lots of really foggy nights in New Orleans. This was taken from one of the broken windows in the church, on the second floor.

Sarah has started painting for the first time ever, and it looks like she was hiding some real talent. SH

Sarah eats ramen while contemplating her paintings, which she explains come from "visions".

Sarah opening a Christmas gift that arrived in the mail from her family. December 23.

My dad and Clara showed up at the market I work at on Christmas Eve and took this picture, a 12-hour drive.

Here my dad is sitting on the bed in the hotel room that he and Clara rented in the French Quarter.

Clara in the hotel room.

Wierd picture of me. SH.

Another wierd one, me looking out hotel window. SH.

Me and Sarah by the hotel pool.

My dad piloting his Suburban. SH.

Street lights in low shutter speed. SH

Lane joined us for the evening. Here we are all sitting at the Buddha Belly on Magazine Street.

Live entertainment. SH

Lane has turned a new leaf, he's been smiling lately. SH

But, not ever for long. SH.

Me on Magazine Street. SH

Christmas Day, 2008. We exchange a couple gifts in the road next to where Sarah and I live. Lane's chickens come out to see what's going on.

Sarah in front of Lane's trailer, that he somehow plans on pulling to Texas with his tiny truck.

Clara feeds the chickens.

Part of my gift was a set of candy gold teeth. Not to be outdone, I gave my dad and Clara the old Barq's Root Beer bottle he's holding, which I found in the attic of the abandoned church, probably stashed there by a construction worker in the 60's.

My dad and I, with church and Lane's property in background.

After the gift exchange, we went to a marina on Lake Ponchartrain to look at boats for sale. We loved this one, the Angel Runner, but the cost is over $80,000. We'll be getting a fixer-upper instead.

Sarah looks peacefully at boats. According to word of mouth and textbooks we've rented from the library, our boat should be at least 40 feet if we wish to cross the Pacific.

Standing on a staircase along Decatur Street.

Sitting on the bed in our room at the church.

Sarah paints another. SH

December 26. Sarah in a jazz cafe on Bourbon Street.

Sarah's new notebook, decorated with clippings. SH

Window in the church. Blind blown by wind. SH

Having our New Year's Eve dinner on Decatur Street.

January 1. Sarah at the park across the street from where we work. Yes, she's now employed at the supermarket also.

Sarah with what she loves, lampposts.

Church window at night. Pretty creepy around here sometimes.

Looking at our bedroom "wall" from the kitchen.

Smashed traffic cone.

I've photographed this mispelled message before, but since then, some thoughtful person has added an image of the Hamburgular.

Back to the huge abandoned hospital on January 2. Picture of man in business suit on floor. SH. Hospital never reopened after Katrina.

Employee bulletin board in the laboratory area. SH

Looking down elevator shaft. SH

Fire damage near the room where an arson fire was set this past spring. SH

The fire was mostly contained to this room, but resulted in heavy smoke damage to a large portion of the wing. SH

Office showing smoke damage smeared by water. SH

Finally, we were able to enter the basement. It refloods after each rain, but there hadn't been any significant rain in a few weeks.

The kitchen was located in the basement. Here's a food bar.

Ironic, "Quench your thirst".

Creepy wheelchair.

Creepy hallway.

We found 8 bottles of flood wine in a kitchen storage room! Dated 2002, tastes great, a rather popular local brand. All 8 bottles made it back home with us, very heavy on the 30-minute walk.

The wine at home in our cupboard.

View out the door of the Double Play Bar on St. Louis street in the French Quarter, which we realized after our second visit, is a discreet gay bar.

Sarah holding her drink.

We found this collapsible Christmas tree thrown out on a curb.

Sarah wearing her new thrift shop dress at The Clothes Spin, the former recording studio which is now a laundromat.

The new tree now hangs from the ceiling by our bed, comes complete with pre-installed lights. January 5.

Sarah painting at our desk.

Time for another round of Ebay auctions. Multi-Block heater, potentially worth a couple hundred dollars, for heating test tubes.

Oxygen accesories.

Spinal needles?

No idea, product numbers and a Google search should tell.

Microscope lens. Maybe worth $300.

And here's Kurt, our pet rat for one night. January 5.

I caught him by building a simple trap with a five gallon bucket.

Kurt has a fishing line leash around his neck.

He chewed through the fishing line and escaped overnight.

Some amazing mold growing on a pile of dog turds on the first floor of the church.

A lamppost. Could have only been taken by SH.

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