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Studies of the War

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There is of course a story here in every little detail I'll leave out. Conversations had and opinions offered. So it goes. Conspiracy theories abounded in northwestern Louisiana during the days after the flood. About how someone had blasted the levee. Political sabotage. Flooded the city to save the what. Farmlands. Waterways. Crops. Of course. Also people who turned around in diners and asked why I didn't take everything I owned with me at the time. From the start, like why didn't I just pack up everything if I knew a hurricane this large was coming. This from someone on her cell phone in a diner just off of Interstate 95. Eating with her mouth open. Or all the phone calls we couldn't make because our phones didn't work. Scrambling to find your friends. Like an explosive was dropped, sending all of the pieces flying, fluttering and falling down. All over the country. No goodbyes. Sad or otherwise.














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I went around leaving notes in my friend's mailboxes asking them to get in touch. Walked and sometimes trudged through the sludge. Taking photographs. Sometimes trying to remember what the corner looked like before. Weeks ago. Sorry about some of the quality on some of these; I'm still learning how to resize photos onto this website, and then with others my scanner is of questionable quality at best.












So there. Now let's stop being so serious.

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