I grew up here, but it was different then. I walked these streets, played in these courtyards and they were all very much alive. Today, in a city that captured the world's imagination as it fought to be reborn following the devastation of Hurricane Katrina, this neighborhood stands as a silent, decaying reminder of a not so distant past. While the storm contributed to its current state, its location on a dump that would become an EPA Superfund site set these wheels in motion long before broken levees sent the Industrial Canal rushing in to finish the job. Yet, many hardworking, tax paying citizens still live among these decaying skeletons. It's what they see in the morning as they rise and what they find waiting for them when they return home at night. These images without people, are intended to reflect the sense of loneliness and what it feels like to be forgotten. This is an America that many will never know and some like me, will always call home.