315 Tricou

Here's a picture of the inside of my house in New Orleans. I seem not to change much in how I live.

Buddy on the desk. Just a good looking animal for your enjoyment.

Buddy on the porch. Documenting the exciting life of an animal who puts up with me.

Buddy Long Legs. He's available to model any hosiery you can get him to wear.

Burned Altima on Alhambra Street. Being at the end of the parish, our street is often used as a garbage dump.

Organic form painting, again. A small painting from a long weekend.

I painted a football player. Kind of silly but I felt like it.

I dreamed about looking for a movie to watch. The movies weren't the ones I'm used to.

I did a new painting, of a critter saying "Aah". Aah not pictured.

Buddy let me see his cloudy eye. Buddy finally let me get a picture of his cloudy eye.

Buddy and Otter watched out for me. Buddy has already accepted that whatever happens is fate. Otter, on the other hand, never learns anything.

A snake made itself comfortable in front of the house. They're overall harmless but they will bite. Mostly they're good at getting away.

Buddy has glaucoma and melanoma in his eyes, but he'll be okay. Close to a month after I took this picture, Buddy got a diagnosis. He has glaucoma in his left eye (the one to the viewer's right).

Last picture of Buddy with his left eye. This was so sad, and a dreadful time for us.

Buddy rested, three days after his eye surgery. Buddy's acting more like himself, in that he's lying on the bed instead of under it (something he never did before).

Buddy thought a package of books was food. It sounded like food.