At a time when working together for the common good seems impossible, The Government and The People found common ground on a highway in Miami.
Like any good preacher will tell you, there’s a long line of people waiting for salvation, and on this road many of them drive tractor-trailers. So you wait, and the waiting makes you see where you really are.
We look at one another. Are we really going to camp here? We’re in the middle of nowhere Mississippi, we have no map, there are no other people, and the forest may or may not be haunted by Nazi ghosts…
Four years after Katrina, the devastation wrought by the storm was still visible along the Mississippi coast. The resilience of the local community was just as easy to see.
It’s night. A group of figures sits around a counter as light streams out of the building. You don’t know who they are or what they are thinking, but the scene feels familiar nonetheless.
The truck screeched to a stop about ten yards from us. A voice came from the blackness behind the wheel of the pickup: “Y’all take a picture of us!”
Photo Gallery: We got to the Gulf Coast one year before the BP Oil Spill would try to destroy it, four years after Katrina had wreaked its own havoc.
Photo Gallery: It started out as simple boat rental in the middle of the Okefenokee swap, and nearly ended up with four brave souls going down with the ship as gator bait…