Fading photographs tacked to a mold-ridden wall, years later, Katrina's flood line still is pronounced. As memories quite literally disappear from abandoned walls, I've been trying to preserve the remnants left behind.
I love New Orleans. Hanging in the humid air and spilling out saxophones is the soul of a city unlike any other. And it’s a city still desperately struggling in the wake of Hurricane Katrina. And also persevering against all odds.
The continued neglect of this city, coupled with the uniquely unbreakable spirit of New Orleans, motivates me to take photos. I've spent the past five years revisiting this city, documenting the destruction and the triumph over it to celebrate what makes this city so great...a friendly reminder of the importance of saving it.
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1 comment:
Samantha, your photos make the moldy and disintegrated look poetic and beautiful, as if in a decorator's catalog.
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