Bobby D’s

Annyth and I lived in New Orleans, LA from early 2005 to early 2010, in with Katrina out with the Saints winning the Super Bowl! For most of that time we were lucky enough to live in Algiers Point. Looking back, I really wish I had been iPad drawing then, because it was probably the most interesting place I’ve ever lived. Whenever I go through my own photos from back then or if I bump into one on the Internet, I’m slowly but surely using them as reference photos for free hand iPad drawings to post on this illustroblog along with a little story. Here’s a few posts on Jack Fine, Kevin & Wendy’s House of the Rising Sun B&B, and the Missbelieve Tree (or Miss P’leeze Tree or even Loquat Tree) tagged #Algiers Pernt.

Case in “pernt,” couple’a years ago I happened upon a unique photo on Flickr by a Chuck Taggart. Click here for that photo. Setting the stage, he writes: [The store hours sign outside this little neighborhood grocery represents one of those “only in New Orleans” kinda things. My favorite hours-of-operation sign EVER. I was driving around in the Point and had a hankering for a Hubig’s Pie, and thought I’d stop into Bobby D’s. I was pushing it; it was a little after 5. No dice.]

Note: If you do go to that photo, you’ll see my request to use Chuck Taggart’s photo as a reference photo for the following iPad Pro painting, done mostly the Sletch Club app using an Apple Pencil.

Comments always welcome (down below). Here’s to Chuck Taggart, ethnographer and photographer.

Bobby D’s Hours

Jack Fine at the Old Point Bar in Algiers Point

In 2005 Ann and I moved to New Orleans and wound up buying a house in Algiers Point, 420 Alix St. to be exact. I especially loved the “420” part from the start. Good thing because, little did we know, Hurricane Katrina hit four months after we got there, but that’s another story. A few weeks before Ann and Jaxin showed up in late April, I had already moved in and started getting as much ready around the house as possible for their arrival. On my second night there, I strolled down to the Old Point Bar just a few blocks away. There was live music, so I found a place at the bar and ordered a beer. I can’t remember the name of the band, but I loved their sound. I sat there sipping my beer and listening to the music, and all of a sudden, the guy sitting next to me – at the bar – started playing his trumpet, kinda’ just like this (see Short Clip). Yes, he started playing his trumpet from his seat at the bar right next to me! I remember thinking, “live fucking music!”

That man’s name was Jack Fine. Look him up! He’s a legend. I’m not the one to tell you who he is or who he was. I just know he’s been all over. We talked during a break, and every time I’d see him after that, on a regular basis here and there, we’d greet each other and continue the same conversation. I got to meet the man before the legend.

I was thinking about Jack Fine earlier today, so I searched Google for a photo so I could sped some time with him, drawing him from a reference photo from this source. Ladies and gentlemen, Jack Fine:

Jack Fine

Jack Fine

If you know Jack Fine or of you’re familiar with his music/life, please use the comment section to share your two cents. Here’s the more recent piece I’ve found on Jack, age 91 (Aug. 2020). Thank you.

Technical; I drew the image free hand using the photo at the embedded link above on an iPad Pro with an Apple Pencil using the Sketch Club app along with a tweak or two in a cool iPad app called iColorama.

Remembering Katrina

Prints (and other accessories) like this one are already or can easily become available for online purchase via Redbubble (click here for an illustration, a 17″ X 12″ black box framed print, off white matte).
Remembering Katrina

Satelite images of her almost filled the entire Gulf of Mexico. Nowadays she’s etched in our memories one way or another.

This digital painting was executed on an iPad in Procreate and iColorama using a sty-HD stylus couple of weeks after the 10th anniversary of Katrina.

I’m trying something new. Please feel free to offer your comments or suggestions using the form below. Thank you for visiting.

House of the Rising Sun Bed and Breakfast

In two days we’ll be flying to Cuba, but that’s another story.

Today was our last full day going down Memory Lane in Algiers Point, New Orleans, where we had lived from 2005 to 2010. As Annyth says, we were “in with Katrina and out with the Super Bowl.” It goes without saying that those were some life-changing years! From the very beginning – and to this day – we’ve had a special attachment to House of the Rising Sun Bed and Breakfast and its proprietors, Kevin and Wendy. In fact, they’ll be our travelmates on the upcoming tour.

We first met Wendy and Kevin in February of 2005, when we stayed at their B & B while we were closing on a house just around the corner from them (See The Misbelieve Tree.) As new residents of Algiers Point, we became friends with them, and through them, many others. Here we are “strolling” as the Monopoly Board in the French Quarter on Mardi Gras in 2009. The friendship and the story…to be continued.


Side by side, photo referenced, freehand iPad drawing in the Procreate app using Sty-HD stylus.

Yesterday while Flying – 3 Impressions

Here I lie in bed at House of the Rising Sun Bed & Breakfast in Algiers Point, New Orleans, LA getting caught up after a night of getting caught up.

It wouldn't take that much to modify access; then it occurred to me. Individual planes for those who deserve them.

It wouldn’t take that much to modify access; then it occurred to me. Individual planes for those who deserve them.

We got situated relatively early in Row 15, but we weren't alone.

We got situated relatively early in Row 15, but we weren’t alone.

One guy had the right idea under the circumstances.

One guy had the right idea under the circumstances.

Boudreaux’s Contingency Remover

For those who need an orientation, click here. Applying this to buying a house, I’m afraid, is up to you.

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Nobody Likes Change (or Complexity)

I once heard a change-management consultant tell a conference room full of hospital administrators, physicians, and staff … “the only person who likes change is a baby with a wet diaper.” (Hey, I subsequently dealt with this image, click here to see.) I was one of those administrators in that conference room in New Orleans about six months after Hurricane Katrina at a hospital whose survival depended upon a very deliberate and systematic organizational transformation; and yet the natural forces of resistance to change – among the victimized and exhausted few who were not temporarily or permanently displaced – were functional and ready for a good fight. It’s only natural. However, there was no alternative in this case. The organizational and structural changes simply had to take place and the resistance to change had to become collaboration in change; and this happened in large part due to an extraordinarily unique combination of chronic passion (joie de vivre) and acute Katrina fatigue in an extraordinarily unique context in an extraordinarily unique city.

However, when the need for change is perceived as optional and any sense of urgency is a matter of opinion, development efforts can drag on for years, resistance to change can become business as usual, and collaboration can be confined to ongoing turf battles. Even when complicated baseline findings of the communities’ perceived needs are available and displayed along side the communities’ complicated aspirations for all to compare, there can be voices crying out for simplicity and ease … but not for change.

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If I ever do this again, I’ll try to remember to start off with that catchy quote about the baby, the diapers, and change, which reminds me of a drawing/post I have up my sleeve about calzones and how I suspect that this term, which means pants, really comes from little, little pants…diapers?  The fullness of diapers?

The Misbelieve Tree

Watching the final episode of Treme last night on HBO reminded me of the richness and incomparability of New Orleans and the life-changing 5 years that my wife and I spent living, working, and redefining ourselves there from 2005 to 2010, roughly the same timeline that David Simon and Eric Overmyer followed in the creation of Treme. We had been there just under 6 months before Hurricane Katrina hit. That portion of my experience and memory will forever be eclipsed by the following 4 and a half years dedicated one way or another to one form or another of rebuilding.  Treme helped me begin to make sense of the fullness of that experience, which I wouldn’t trade for anything in the world. New Orleans is an incomparable city in so many ways, and it has an enormous lesson to teach the rest of the world; and Treme, if I may generalize, should be a central component of the curriculum.

Last night’s final episode of Treme coaxed out a pre-Katrina memory. I was reminded of one of the many trees that we had to have removed from our property in Algiers Point, one of the few things we got done BK (Before Katrina).  Some folks in the neighborhood called this tree a misbelieve tree or a misplease tree. It was, in fact, a Eriobotrya japonica or loquat tree, which some called a Japanese plum tree. Its trunk had been damaged, it leaned very much, and the arborist said it had to go.  Those names, I’ve read, are associated with the tree’s name in either French or Italian. I’m not sure. Any ideas out there?

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You’ll see this tree in living color 15 seconds into the following short video that I put together (images and terribly slow soundtrack) to celebrate our selling the property, which I’ve been told was the last house to sell in the Western Hemisphere in the summer of 2008!

What’s Rob Ryan ordering?

When I first saw him on TV pacing along the sideline, I thought, now there’s someone who would look perfectly natural walking around with a go cup, which isn’t as easy as it used to be in New Orleans!  Rob Ryan, the current defensive coordinator for the New Orleans Saints, has attracted quite a bit of attention from people of all ages.

I’ve been running around with this image in my head for far too long. It’s time I let it fly away!  I should point out that I am now following @RobRyansHair1 and @RobsStomach1 on Twitter.

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