Wreckage.
Corner where there at least 6 or 7 house are smashed into eachother and havent been moved since Katrina, except maybe pushed a bit off the road.
Regular neighborhoods.
Chalkboard in the top level of St. Mary's School of the Angels (where volunteers are now housed) where survivors were kept until some could be picked up from the rooftop by helicopters. Read it.
This was our awesome outdoor kitchen at St. Mary's.
And the rest are just some of my awesome friends that I got to grab a picture of. Which isnt many.
Rachel.
Ky.
Skugly.
Adam.
Andrea (on-drey-uh)
David. <3
Left to Right: Hazel (he was in his boxers, mind you, I believe he had just woken up), Skugly, Maus (mouse), David, Jeff (I believe), and some kid's leg.
Totally sexy Amanda.
Jeremy.
Glenn.
Blade, the village idiot/drunk/stoner/insomniac/idiot-again.
A regular classroom that I'd sleep in and did sleep in several times.. That's Natalia, sleeping. Gorgeous chica but the only pictures I have of her are on my phone or disposable camera which hasnt been developed yet.
Anywho, thats all for now. <333 That's about half of my beautiful, grungy, disgusting, traveler kids.