Approximately seven months after the devastation we call “Katrina,” I took these photographs during my 10-day journey in New Orleans. I was granted this opportunity through the National Association of Black Journalists Gulf Coast Fellowship. This was my first trip to New Orleans, so I really didn’t know what to expect. I distinctly remembered the rush of solemn feelings that took over me when my plane flew over the city. As I looked down onto the terrain filled with houses, I saw endless rooftops covered with blue plastic. I sat there and wondered what would await me in this city that I’ve always dreamed of visiting. (more)