Day 13 (January 13, 2014) – New Orleans, Louisiana
A late night walk through the streets of the French Quarter is always an interesting experience as each block offers something unique. The music is a given, but it rangers from rock and bad karaoke covers of pop hits to the hypnotic horns and pounding drums of brass bands or the lonely street musician playing solemn tune on a violin. The people that roam the streets are a mix of intoxicated tourist, locals heading to work or to the regular watering hole and voyeurs like me just watching the night unfold. And then, there are people that are often unseen or overlooked that call these streets home. Perhaps they are down on their luck after a lifetime of disappointment or maybe they lost a fight with bottle and lost everything with each swallow. Their stories are often unknown. And to the passerby they are nothing more than a shadow. It’s about 1:00 AM. I lift my camera and shoot – still thinking about this person’s story. Questioning the America we live in where homelessness is common and economic disparities growing despite the wealth that exist all around us.