Home»Blog»Picture Stories»From this vantage point, I can observe the project my mom grew up in. In real life, it is no longer standing. Disassembled brick by brick after Katrina. Down Canal my Aunt Velma shopped at Kroger. You could do all your shopping on Canal in her day. You could get your hair dyed red as a fire engine. Where Uptown meets Downtown was the place to be. In a picture taken on Canal my grandmother, young and strong as an ox, holds onto a sailor for dear life. No one knows who the sailor is. My grandmother is long dead. My mother has forgotten if she ever knew. I sometimes construct a back story for him. No way to know what really happened. No clouded memories. We are only the product of our stories up to this point. #stories #canalstreet #nola
From this vantage point, I can observe the project my mom grew up in. In real life, it is no longer standing. Disassembled brick by brick after Katrina. Down Canal my Aunt Velma shopped at Kroger. You could do all your shopping on Canal in her day. You could get your hair dyed red as a fire engine. Where Uptown meets Downtown was the place to be. In a picture taken on Canal my grandmother, young and strong as an ox, holds onto a sailor for dear life. No one knows who the sailor is. My grandmother is long dead. My mother has forgotten if she ever knew. I sometimes construct a back story for him. No way to know what really happened. No clouded memories. We are only the product of our stories up to this point. #stories #canalstreet #nola
