Return to the Smashed House
I was here barely three months ago, but there were a few changes.  Once again I was passing through the neighborhood (on my way to a pawn shop, of course).  I happened to be in town with my friend Erin (spring break mini-road trip), so this was more for her than me, but it was nice to get a few more shots of the place.  If you missed the first set of galleries of this place, go here.

Shelf mushrooms.  See?  I find other things cool besides drainage tunnels and guitars and girls with pony tails.

I'm not sure if someone brought this out here for a read and it was water damaged already or if the weather was to blame.  Last time I was here, the water inside the house was pouring down even worse than Katrina did.

A couple trees felled by the hurricane (trunk of one, roots of another).

More shots of trees to follow in a bit, but let's shift from rural to urban exploration since that's what this site is supposed to be about.

It looks like Katrina took a bite out of the roof and left the rest for us.

Hadn't noticed this last time.  It was sitting in the front yard and had a laugh because who would pay that now?  However, on the way out, I noticed another sign posted on the road, only it was asking a slightly lower rent and had a different phone number (i.e., local prefix, not the N.O. this one had; I'm obscuring it for obvious reasons that I haven't called them and said I've been running around the place, and I'd rather you Random Internet People didn't either).

Here's the house again.  Erin's thinking to herself that it's a real fixer-upper.

At the foot of the steps is the globe that was sitting on the porch last time.  The weather finished it off much like global warming probably will do to this portion of the globe.

Erin found an Easter egg appropriately enough (it was spring break).  This one had the Virgin Mary painted on it which is actually kind of ironic since her egg wasn't fertilized either.  Well, unless you count magic.

One of the newspapers on the front porch.  The year: 1993.  Ace of Base was abandoned sometime around them too, weren't they?

I didn't notice these curtains last time nor any dancing dwarves, but now I hear jazz.  And people talking backwardzzz.

Good thing they set the burglar alarm.  Okay, no.  There was no electricity.

(Apologies for those whose intelligence I just insulted by explaining that.  Someone was going to ask if I didn't demarcate the boundaries of my own sarcasm.)

Yeah, and with no electricity, we couldn't play the phonograph...

...although the records apparently disintegrated into water.  Wow.  Who knew?

Through the window, we saw the tv antenna.  That was more entertaining than most of what the antenna would carry to the tv set if it was still on the roof.  Or if there was enough of a roof left for it to be sitting on.

Standard urbex self portrait.  Hello, MySpacers!

Continue to Part II