I was walking by a pool.
Things were floating around. Sort of peacefully. Circles protecting floating leaves. It felt good. So I pictured it. Then I developed it. I post produced it. I cropped it. And, this final picture appeared.
It suits me for today. Only two more days. Back to it.
About yesterday’s post. A good friend realized that I was pretty upset so he reached out directly. He doesn’t think it’s time to pull out of New Orleans. He likes the city. He likes it for what it is. And, for what it isn’t. He’s probably right. I’ve sort of retreated into my own compound. Sort of like being safe at home. I’d better do something about that if I’m making a website about “All Things New Orleans. ” He doesn’t want me to leave. That is very cool.
About the shooting. Apparently, it was gang and drug related. The guys doing the shooting chased their target into the shopping area and he ran into the crowd thinking that he would be safe. He wasn’t. He was just a coward. The guys doing the shooting didn’t care. They just shot into the crowd. When they finally got to him, they just shot him some more. They were idiots.
Of course, there have been calls for ending the violence. For getting the guns, the drugs, the gangs, off of the streets. This happens every time somebody loses a brother, a son, a husband, a grand child, a boy friend.
Just like mass shootings around the country, there is a big hue and cry and then… nothing. At least the kids in Florida are trying to keep their stories alive. They are urging everybody to register and vote.
I don’t have an answer. It’s a multi-generational thing. It’s about living conditions. It’s about poverty. It’s about a lack of care for human life. The mayor is upset. The police chief is urging people not to take justice into their own hands. One of the victim’s mothers is begging people to stop killing each other. The beat goes on.
The shooters are still at large.