Welcome Home, Project Homecoming!

Huge thanks to Project homecoming for allowing us to make their place our temporary home during our stay in New Orleans. It's amazing how anyone could welcome us with open arms.

After a 30 hour drive we were surely ready to get out and about and into the city! The picture below is an area that was "knew" before Hurricane Katrina hit. Past this scene of destroyed buildings is an area vastly written with new story and homes.

Placed on the foundation of what once was a house are levels of blue that represent how high the water levels reaches. It's hard to imagine people hacking their way out of their own attics in order to breath, fighting for air.

Believe it or not this house was in a neighborhood that was newly renovated, Despite advices over the last ten years, parts of many areas still remain untouched after Katrina.

Below are images from a recent development started to help local wildlife grow. People are still in need of assistance, but now more than ever the local ecosystem is also in crisis The wetlands were destroyed during Katrina, and this project long term can bring protection and be used as a barrier if this were to ever happen again.

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