No Low Income Allowed

The immediate neighbor to the West of us is dead.  Rhonda came by to say that.  Liver related she said. He drove up maybe six months ago and parked.  New address, new views.
He lived in the red and white RV.  That's his car in front of it as well.
Rhonda said he came from good family, had a house a couple blocks away but lost it somehow after the mother died.
That new place being built, all shiny gold, that one looking down on the red and white RV.  Views of our Six Palms.  No low income units going in there.  I guess it was urban legend that idea that all new development must include a percentage of affordable units.  I wonder if a certain percentage of money is being dedicated to put some nice public art on the building.  Probably.  Pretty sure that's a law now.
I can hardly say much myself, seeings how I'm part of the gentrification of the area.
Life and death rolls on no matter what.  Living high and looking down or the other way round.  Bad liver, good family, good heart, bad family.  It's all the same. There's going to be a final sunset someday pointing the way, through the palms, through the metal studs.
Color him gone.

Make it spooky he said, like a cemetery at night without a moon, with fog and mist and creaking branches.
The first of images from that shoot to go to press.  I know you can't really see it very well here. It's because it's dark and spooky and mystic. That's ok, like they say, "Always leave them wanting more."
This is up on the viewing/critique wall at ADG and should be able to be viewed/critiqued soon at your favorite place to buy wine.