at this point, i had started on my way back towards the car. i hadn’t seen the girls in hours. after some time i called them and got through to lindy. she told me they were about to get tattoos, so i started to walk in the direction of where the tattoo shop was. this gate was on the way there.
i couldn’t get a tattoo since i lost my id the night before in a flurry.
the colors of these houses sent joy through me. I WANT A PURPLE HOUSE. i loved the life that the buildings of new orleans possessed. for a city that had been so devasated, it had recovered absolutely beautifully.
earlier in the day, i had stopped at a bar to escape the heat and get some water. the bartender invited me to sit down, and chatted me up about my cameras and how i liked the city. the man next to me asked me about how i felt about new orleans. i told him i loved it, and that i wanted to move there. he told me he had moved to new orleans 2 months ago from dallas, texas. he said he was never going back and had never been in a better city. we talked about the pretty houses and architecture. he told me that when he passes the abandoned buildings of new orleans he sees the beauty in them and feels the urge to bring life to them and how in texas everything is made of “glass and concrete” and that all the old buildings have been destroyed.
i loved our conversation and told him it was wonderful meeting him.
meet kitty cat. i found him outside of the flamingo house. him and his kitty friends came running up to me like i was going to feed them. i had nothing on me to eat, and it broke my heart into little pieces. kneeling down to pet them, they all scattered away from me, except for the one. i loved all over him for a few minutes.
i lowered myself to sit on the pavement. looked at him in the eyes, and he stared right back at me with power. this cat opened me up and touched my soul. he sat there, waiting patiently for me to pet him again. i brought my camera around from in back of me, and snapped his portrait.
walking away down the street, tore what was left of my heart apart. he followed me, lovingly waiting by my side as i took a photo here and then there. more than anything else, i wanted to take him home so badly.
once i reached the corner, kitty had stopped following me.
ironically, i saw the ”free kittens” sign walking down the next street away from kitty.