A Day In The Journey

Here are some more post-Katrina pictures of Slidell New Orleans. I was talking with my mom the other day, lamenting that it's impossible to share with people who haven't spent time there, what it's like to see these cities so eerily devestated. She said it's even harder/more bizarre when you've grown up there. She told me that one of the guys my dad works with drives down I-65 through Slidell and N.O. to work every week and said that as he drove by the city, it was dark. The city isn't supposed to be dark. I can't really imagine seeing that--like a great black hole where there ought to be life.