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The cleanup from Katrina is going to take years.
Before picking up some chips and libations at Wal-Mart, I took a short trip down to downtown Biloxi. I hadn’t been there yet; the traffic had been too heavy during the week.
I took some pictures, but I had to stop after a while. I felt like I was taking pictures at a funeral. I told my brother it sometimes feels like these photos are “disaster porn”: you get a vicarious dread looking at them, but you’re only looking at pictures, and can’t comprehend the true depth of the sadness and destruction.
And even though I’m actually here, I know I’m not getting any true sense of what is it to survive and rebuild after a storm like Katrina.
I’m only gathering post cards. I get to eat at Waffle House and stay in Travelodge and know that my home is safe a thousand miles from any hurricane.
But those who are here … well, I can only hope to understand in a very small way what they’re going through.
In any case, here are the photos I took this morning. No captions are necessary.
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