Friday, November 8, 2013
Over the past 3 and half months my good friend Corey and I went in search of America. 26 states, 12,395 miles, through unmarked dirt roads, scrambled city streets, affluent neighborhoods, blue collar bars, deserts, mountains, tundras, rain forests, coastal cliffs, prairies, swamps and canyons.
The diversity and beauty in the landscape are rich and certain. However, what is most impressive about this country are the people. The people that protect our national parks and forests. People that stand behind this country in the face of corruption and adversity. Tucked away communities that are self relying and maintain a distinct identity, all bound by a common thread. Skilled craftsmen that are doing their thing and doing it well. From the beautiful women in Chi-town, to the inspiring design emerging from Colorado, to the Dj's spinning that funk in Portland, to the potent music oozing from Austin, to the culinary masters of New Orleans, Evidence of America's pulse is clear.
This country has a lot to lose, and even more to gain.
No matter where you're at in life, it's always good to be where your from. When I told people I was from central florida, most people looked lost or they would point out that I lived near Disney World.
I smiled and thought to myself maybe its best to keep this place off the map.
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
New Orleans // Mississippi River
The streets of New Orleans echo with a rhythmic sound and warm hearted locals. The night begins early on Halloween with a group of neighborhood kids marching up Roman street chanting 'rain rain, go away' in the thick of a storm. The downtown streets begin to flood with mischiefs, punks, vodouists, pirates, ghouls, witches and winos. High school music teachers along with some students armed with brass and percussion play late into the night in a crowded corner bar. Swaying from side to side, the crowd follows in succession. The sound of wild animals dominate the tightly packed streets just outside. A haze of alcohol and dimly lit blocks erase any sense of direction. Streets lose their names. The aftermath appears In the morning light.
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