Oh Louisiana

The landscapes of louisiana do not register time. As the sun fades over the mouth of the Mississippi the coastal lands depart from soil, pulled towards the horizon, off to somewhere else. Hurricane kissed buildings sit crooked on worn out planks, begging for one last touch, mixed up with the fish and the dirt. The people and the land are the same. In a smooth flow into and out of itself, no one sees the river - without banks and whole.