Today was my first day out in public, among others, among other citizens since the onset of Covid.
I was reminded how much I missed being around community, their pets, and signs, smiling and welcoming each other.
It was such a beautiful day to be protesting threatening conditions that may force more people back on the street in the glaring face of a virus with Greek Alpahbet attached.
The federal funding is here. The will of the people have spoken: Keep the Shelter-in-Place hotels open.
I was looking over my photos today and rediscovered this image from Haiti. I had split from my group and decided to take my Holga for a walk when I came upon a group of mausoleums. I observed the reddish-brown demarcation on the mausoleum where the floodwaters had risen,…..when from nowhere this young boy, walked into the frame. I was relieved that I was not seeing an apparition. This relief was based on my sense of rawness – from that sense of bearing witness to collective thirst, hunger, and misery. When we had arrived with our supplies we were not rushed upon as people had grown too weak… this was compounded by an eerie sense of quietude – as all the animals had either died in the flood or eaten to survive.
While the ten year anniversary of hurricane Katrina has came and gone, little has been reported about the second category five hurricane that hit just three weeks later – hurricane Rita washed ashore, impacting the already vulnerable states of Louisiana and the rural, sparsely populated regions of Texas.