There is no becoming, no revolution, no struggle, no path; already you’re the monarch of your own skin–your inviolable freedom waits to be completed only by the love of other monarchs: a politics of dream, urgent as the blueness of sky.

– Hakim Bey

I like taking photos of New Orleans....the neighborhoods here, the absurdity, the wreckage, the beauty, all that grows...

This is my photographic testimony.