New Orleans, December 2005. The rains had come, the levees failed, and the city was left in ruins. Friends and I brought a truckload of relief supplies down a week after Katrina, and were diverted to a staging area in Baton Rouge. I wanted to see the city, though, and returned late that year.
I had hoped to spend my time capturing people, their photographs, and publish a journal telling their stories. After a day, though, it was too much, and I simply sat with locals, drinking and sobbing. It wasn’t until a year later that I edited the photos, and even then only the ones that didn’t show my new friends. It was too personal for me to bring to others.
This is a doorway on St. Catherine’s. One of many with the same sign.