In one of the most amazing things to stumble upon in NYC, I saw a couple getting their wedding photos taken on the Brooklyn Bridge. I LOVE the Brooklyn Bridge, and getting to witness, not the wedding, not the photos, but the tiny looks of excitement and happiness between each recorded moment, was incredibly beautiful.
There is nothing (NOTHING, I say) that I love more than a road trip. Preferably one with a very flexible itinerary, and accompanied by someone I love (and can not only survive, but enjoy being confined to a car with for days on end). As I seem to be falling into the pattern of doing various series of photos here on my blog, I feel that this is a series that needs to be included. So, presenting the first photo in a whole road trip series: The Great Ocean Road, Australia. This particular road winds its way along the Southeast Coast of Victoria, Australia, and runs approx. 151 miles long (243 kilometers). I didn’t drive the full length, but did make it as far as what’s pictured above, The Twelve Apostles. The Twelve Apostles (an amazing road trip destination, if I do say so myself), is a collection of free standing limestone stacks, just off the coast, directly next to the Great Ocean Road. While there were originally actually twelve of them grouped together, only eight currently remain standing. Not only is the coast itself breathtaking, but these towering stacks reveal all of the different colors and layers that comprise the make up of the gorgeous cliffs. The beaches themselves are completely unreachable by people, and therefore gloriously untouched, making it feel like one of the most majestic, isolated, and inspiring places I’ve ever seen.
This week, while sorting through my photos to choose some for an exhibit, I came across this photo that I took in 2012. I have never before shared it, spoke about it, posted it, or put it up anywhere, because I was never quite sure how to explain it, or how it made me feel. I took this photo in the Lower Ninth Ward, New Orleans, LA. I was driving cross country, and a dear friend and New Orleans resident took me on a full tour of the city. While there, I learned about the city’s rich history, culture, and met some amazing people. I was also shown the absolute destruction still left over from Hurricane Katrina, seven years after the fact. Seven. Years. As we travelled from the wealthy communities (mostly initially less damaged, or more quickly rebuilt) into the Lower Ninth Ward, it became immediately clear how deep the classism and racism ran in New Orleans. The poorest areas were the ones that had been the most damaged, were in the most need of attention, and yet had received the least aid. In the midst of a beautiful city full of wonderful people, there was (and is) enormous social injustice, and I was shocked. Above, is a photo of a house we passed, one of many, that was completely abandoned and destroyed. Many of the houses had been completely swept off of their foundations, leaving behind only a footprint. In the end, I did choose to include the photo in my exhibit, and chose to share it here, along with a few thoughts. As always, thanks for reading.