The first New Orleans moment happened at baggage claim when a man walked by with a tuba. Hadn't ever seen that before in an airport. Half the houses on Franklin Avenue, a main thoroughfare into the city, are empty, wrecked, or listing to one side. In Bywater (realtorspeak for the upper Ninth Ward) there was no water or damage, and it's now a vibrant neighborhood of coffeeshops, metalwork foundries and an indigenous residential architecture rich with complex, ornamental details in the woodwork.
I'm here a couple of days early in preparation for a 9 day video workshop, put on by Digital Journalist. Expect reports of a deep immersion into everything video and New Orleans for the duration.
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