Lower 9th Ward of New Orleans: Summer 2011

Travel is one of the highest forms of personal achievement I can feel in this life, and an experience to be treasured in this time period more grandly. Getting to see the world from another person or people’s point of view is something only recently made so easy to do, through the simple transfer of one’s physicality to another place in geography. I mark these treasures onto my very soul, as if checking items of a list. A point in landscape becomes another place in time, due directly to time zones, indirectly within a certain state of mind, or in this case, forcefully via remnants left behind. New Orleans holds in its heart a place now relevant and special to a greater spacial continuum than ever before. The Lower 9th Ward of NOLA is where the mark of Hurricane Katrina’s destruction was left most visible, like an ugly tattoo painfully drawn in a blur during a youthful evening sure to become a mistake later. This is where we passed through on our way to the 4-day festival of Bonnaroo, which means really good times in Cajun.

Driving through the main city gave few signs that anything was amiss. People walked their dogs, drove on well-paved roads, sat in the thick humidity on front porches.

When we passed over this bridge into the Lower 9th Ward we began to see the signs of havoc caused by Katrina over 5 years ago.

 

More pictures of what we saw that day are on my Flickr: http://www.flickr.com/photos/57652151@N07/sets/72157629342325752/

While photographing this area, it was hard not to feel like an outsider, someone spared from everything most of the locals had seen and been through in recent years. I wanted to capture the state of things as they were — amazingly undealt with on some blocks, entirely. After five years of publicity, pain, and adversity, many still don’t have their homes intact. Even in the most desolate, damaged pockets of neighborhood, people live on.

 

What We Saw

Some sat on porches overlooking fields of yellow coneflowers growing out of the devastation; some chased free ranging chickens around the streets with scrap metal and glass underfoot; others just stared at us taking in their uniquely hellish views. Houses raised a whole story above ground, as if on stilts, were still ravaged, weeds now occupying the lower levels that were expected to withstand a natural calamity. Nature took back the manmade. The local church was shut down, barricaded, as the sunset poured an apologetic light onto its decaying walls.

All seemed to be coated in a settled chaos, but some locals held onto fairly bright spirits; one even gave us a friendly wave as we passed through. Others had chosen a different path, had long since turned their grief into drug addiction, and wandered with firey, glass eyes where they may have once strolled happily with family and friends. Getting back out of the neighborhood was relieving. I’d heard about the ruins of real estate, but I hadn’t understood the vibe of the area until basking in its sadness, despair, and tarnished but withstanding hopefulness.

The sadness of what I felt that day still tugs at my heart. I see why people want to help NOLA locals– because once you’re there, you see that the piles of rubbish are not rubbish at all — they are formerly houses, structures of community that individuals yearn for like home — like the state of “home” we all desire. But they can’t go back to theirs to lay their heads down at night. They’re scattered, waiting all over in a state of displacement. What a great American tragedy to let such a thing sit for so long.

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Shelley’s Beautiful, Bountiful Belly

I had the pleasure of taking some photographs for my friend, a beautiful first-time mother, Shelley, this week under the setting Arizona sun. We even took some time to decorate her growing bump with a small painting – and the baby seemed to dance as my brush strokes created the heart image! Wishing her and her baby a pleasant birth & wonderful life together~

To view all the photos from this day, visit Flickr: http://www.flickr.com/photos/57652151@N07/sets/72157629835596681/

Reedy Sunset

Strong, Growing Boy

Under the Sunset

Reading a Message She Wrote to Her Growing Son

Hole in the Rock, Papago Park

To view the entire gallery of “Shelley’s Belly,” visit my Flickr page: http://www.flickr.com/photos/57652151@N07/sets/72157629835596681/

Four Luck Day: Kathy & Dave’s 4/7/12 Wedding

On April 7th, 2012 the souls of my mother, Kathy, and her new partner, David were joined as one through the ceremony of marriage. Between 100-150 friends and family members joined at sunset to watch them make their love official and everlasting through law and celebration. Jamaican reggae artist, Gyptian’s “Hold Ya” played as the couple’s 14 closest family members and friends led the bride in through the procession down the white lace aisle. Many danced down the aisle, I was dipped by my fiance before we got onto the stage, and others simply showed their bliss through gentle smiles and glistening eyes. The ceremony was prompt, honest, and was filled by the purple glow of the Phoenix sunset as if the city itself were blessing the couple. After the ceremony, John Lennon’s “When I’m 64” played as the audience took photos and the couple signed their marriage certificate. The rest of the night was spent dancing, socializing, listening to a friend’s poetry reading, enjoying the catered Cheba Hut sandwiches, and culminated with a fire performance at the night’s end. Before leaving, many guests helped clean up all the trash and recyclables, and made the venue look as if an event never even happened.


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Hand-crafted palm roses by Ess Bee

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Officiant/ Musician Walt Richardson

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Pam cutting the groom's cake

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Kathy with the marriage certificate

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Aja & Dave

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The mother of the bride

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(Photo by Andrew Myers)

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(Photo by Paul "Big Phreeky" Neumann)

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(Photo by Paul "Big Phreeky" Neumann)

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Sisterly Love at Sunset

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Tattoo Wedding Rings say "Forever" in Bengali

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Rain & Kathy cut the wedding cake

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(Photo by Paul "Big Phreeky" Neumann)

Happy Couple at Night's End

Welcome to Tangible Whimsy Photography

About Tangible Whimsy:

Tangible Whimsy Photography is done by Nancy Ann, a University of Arizona student, dreamer, yogi, incontrovertible life-lover. Together we occupy a unique and miraculous planet that deserves appreciation – the powerful human animal included. We are each unique and wonderful like our Earth, and through photography we capture the marvelous moments we compose during our short time on it.

All life is beauty, and all the beautiful whimsy in each of our worlds can be made eternally tangible through the art of photography.

Questions? → No inquiry is insignificant. ←

Email: NancyAnn@Email.Arizona.EDU

About Nancy:

A full-time English Humanities Major at the U of A, Nancy spends much of her time submerged in the world of literature. When she isn’t involved in scholastics, she enjoys cooking fresh, local foods, hiking Mt. Lemon, stargazing, travel, artistic projects from painting to fire dancing, and spending time with her loving fiance and three cats.

Nancy’s favorite photographic subjects are people with something special to showcase (whether it’s a talent or meaningful relationship), those who allow their internal beauty to shine through their outer self, as well as pets, children, flowers, and landscape. She believes in joyful comfort in all situations, so feel welcome to lay inhibitions aside for shooting pictures with this open-minded photographer.

Location:

Tucson, Arizona (with travel photography from various states such as Louisiana, Tennessee, California, & Nevada)

Rates:

Nancy is a budding amateur photographer. It is a craft that she enjoys, has developed skill in, and desires to share with others in a helpful, creative, and playful way. While she completes her college degree and refines her craft, rates are a standard $45 no-fuss fee per hour (+ basic travel fee for those outside Tucson), with as many clothing changes, people, and customizations as you please. Sliding scale or trade options are available for those with limited income and for promotional opportunities on an individualized basis.