A deceased pier just South of Waveland, MS.
The casino is rebuilt, right on the water, thousands of dollars in electricity, I imagine. They say it brings people back, and it certainly was full, though half the people inside were less attractive and orderly than the debris on the coast. They might've washed up from the gulf too.
Or perhaps they're all washed out, forcibly deconstructed like their homes. Driving to the beach, we could hardly find our way. We stumbled through rows of old foundations, debris, cracked trees, everything overgrown.
You see, Katrina damage hasn't been cleaned up so much as grown over. And I have researched and spent time in New Orleans, in Biloxi, with the people whose lives got ripped apart and the people trying to fix them.
Please don't forget. Don't forget, and don't think it's over, and don't let someone else take care of it.
If nothing else, weep with them. Weep with me.

Oh, yeah, and crit the photo too, if ya like.
Um . . . yeah, feel free to get into the political discussion with me if you like. But don't tell me what it's like til you go there, okay? Disagree all you like, tho. I have nothing against intelligent discussion.

My love to anyone whose life has been beaten and broken. You are not forgotten; I want to remember you forever.