Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Day 4 - Times Picayune


Wow, what an amazing day. We got the opportunity to spend the day with 4 Times Picayune photojournalists, four photographers who were on the front-lines when Katrina hit and who were the first to show the world what was really happening in New Orleans. I rode around with photographer Chris Granger, along with Anthony and my academic director Colleen Mullins. My first impressions of the newsroom at the Times was, "WOW. COOOOOL." It was exactly like what you see on TV, and I can just imagine the drama that has unfolded there. Chris was incredibly helpful and enthusiastic right from the start. He gladly took us into the printing press - so cool! It was like children at Christmas when we walked in there, our faces lit up and of course we took lots of photos. We tagged along with Chris to an assignment where he photographed the owner of a well-known Po-boy shop. And that was where we saw the tallest house in N'awleans! Hot dog was that thing high up! Come hell and high water again and that home-owner will be dry as a bone. Chris than graciously chauffeured us around town, showing us the places where he photographed, areas that were devastated by the storm, and a very interesting chapel in a graveyard full of body parts . . . That's right. After meeting up for lunch we headed back to the base. The kindness the Times showed us was topped when they gave each of us a gift - a copy of the Times Picayune book with photos from Katrina. I was truly blown away by the out-pouring of love they showed us students. I really don't know if they realize just how much that meant to us, to me, and how amazing of an experience that was. By far it was the best part of the trip and I give all my thanks to Doug Parker, Chris Granger, and the rest of Times staff for allowing us to have that opportunity. You truly made an impact on me and I will never forget you. Thank you.

Monday, October 6, 2008


I'm home.


Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Day 2 - Miss Gertrude LeBlanc


So I refused to be lazy this morning and got up early to do some sunrise shooting! We headed to the lower 9th ward, in the neighborhood where Brad Pitt and Make It Right are rebuilding homes. It was crazy, just crazy. First thing I noticed were the shells all over the ground. Shells? When the waters flooded the neighborhood and then receded they deposited shells everywhere. So strange . . . The houses were completely wiped away by Katrina, and in their place she left shells. Not quite an even trade-off . . .

We met a Miss Gertrude LeBlanc while shooting in the lower 9th. She sat on the front porch of her little yellow house, watching the world go by. I think meeting her was the most prominent event of this trip for me. What she said, as simple as it was, will never leave me. She opened my eyes to the true strength and beauty of humans. There is no way I can ever completely understand New Orleans and what these people have been through, but because of people like her I can grasp it just a little better.

The former steps to Miss Gertrude LeBlanc's porch

This is a memorial created by the owner of the trailers, to his mother and 3 yr old granddaughter who were killed in the storm.

Day 1 - Meeting Amzie Adams


I was so nervous to meet Amzie. Mostly because I didn't know what to expect. But when I walked into his gallery and saw him there, looking exactly as he did in the PBS documentary, I felt just fine. We talked a little, I explained what I was doing and why. Not long after we started talking then in walked a Mr. Peter Nu. He's a local musician, originally from England, and quite the character. He completely lightened the room with his cheerful chatter, and then asked if he could play music for me! Are you kidding me????!!! Yes please! It was an awesome experience, and awesome photo op.

Peter Nu invited me to his show on Wednesday at Byblos which I think I will definitely be attending. I need to get in contact with Byblos to see if I can photograph him there. Amzie also introduced me to a young artist on Jackson Square named Dominic Navarra. He was incredibly kind and interested in what I was doing in New Orleans, and was more than willing to help. He gave me the name of another artist who would be interested, who just so happens to have a gallery across the street from Amzie!

It's crazy how things are working out, how one person can lead you to five more, who will lead you to five more, and so on. This town has a crazy but beautiful energy about it that flows in and out of the streets and I definitely have been moved by it.

Day 1 - Tour of New Orleans

Oh dear, already day 3 . . .


After a divine breakfast courtesy of The Country Inn & Suites it was off to tour the city! I was excited as well as a bit apprehensive about going on this tour, which have been my general feelings about this trip all along. Excited to see first hand what happened to New Orleans during Katrina, but apprehensive because I felt like a foolish tourist. I know there are a number of people in New Orleans who despise tourists. They feel we are only here to gawk and exploit them.

We drove past homes that had been damaged and as we did a family stepped outside of their home, which had been restored, and began video taping us. I wanted to crawl under my seat. I can understand the frustration they must feel, that all these people are coming from around the world to stare at the destruction of their lives and then they get to hop on a plane back to their reality where everything is hunky-dory. It's a sad and difficult situation. It upsets me that people would think that way about us. Yes, I do agree that busloads of people on "Katrina Tours" is rather obnoxious, but New Orleans is a part of MY country too. These people are MY fellow citizens, and Hurricane Katrina was also MY tragedy, even if I don't live in New Orleans. I am sheltered from the truth of Katrina by default because I live in Minnesota, but it does not mean I don't care. And getting the chance to see first hand exactly what happened is an opportunity I definitely will take even if others don't understand my purpose. I don't want to drive through this town and stare out the window and take snapshots so that I can go home, tell a good story, and then put it all behind me and live my nice content life. I want to see what happened, hear the stories and experience the truth so that I can understand what really has happened in my country and do what I can to change it. It is so obvious to see the failures of the United States when you come here and it's a very sad and very disappointing reality.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Hello N'awleans!

We're here! It's late, I'm tired, but so so excited for what this week will bring. This is gonna be grand.

Thursday, September 18, 2008


I've been having a difficult time getting a hold of some contacts . . . I'm beginning to worry that I won't find any before our trip. From what I have researched so far Jackson Square seems to be the hotspot for artists, so if all else fails I'm sure I will have no trouble finding people there. It would just be reassuring to know I had more of a plan. 8 days really isn't that long of a time, and I don't want any of it wasted on trying to find something to take pictures of.

On a more positive note I am more than excited for this trip! Last week it really began to hit me more just how awesome this is going to be. When I was 17 I was blessed to be able to spend 10 days in Italy. It was a trip that changed my life, and I have a feeling that New Orleans will have a similar impact on me. I can't believe we only have a week left before we leave! Agh!!