Here in New Orleans there are many different kinds of housing, and people, and options.
There are cottages, and single family homes, doubles, triplexes, quadruples, apartments, condos, warehouses, and water flats.
The people that sleep in these places are just as diverse.
They are rich and poor, artists and bankers, down on their luck, Queen of Carnival, or just plain crazy (we call them colorful).
Sometimes these situations get all mixed-up and you explore your ‘options’, like the guy down the street that just parked his RV in an abandoned lot, and built a front porch.
He put up a mailbox and gets delivered.
No one hassles him and he doesn’t pay property taxes ’cause how do you freakin’ put a value on a squatter, who’s mobile, and keeps the gang bangers away from the neighborhood with a fully loaded over-n-under that is legally owned and ready to be explored?
And have I mentioned he raises chickens?
And the eggs are free?
is this brilliant,
made with found material.
|Across the street is an old warehouse.
The owner put up a fake owl
to keep the pigeons away.
He forgot to tell the hawk- who
visits daily hoping to
make chicken stew of the gals across the street.