Even though you may not celebrate it as an official holiday, no matter where you live in the world, you have something to be thankful for. For me — in no particular order — it’s family, children, friends, dogs, art, music, photography, my own ability to make pictures, health, life itself and, and, and… I could never complete this list. Even if I could I don’t want to.
The picture. I like this corner. It’s located near my pre-storm neighborhood. I see ghosts when I look at it. I see second lines passing through. I see people playing basketball on the street. I see fish fries. Block parties. I see 6 or 7 feet of flood water. I see a neighborhood that always hung in there through good and bad. I see New Orleans. The real New Orleans. The more blue-collar New Orleans.
I’m thankful for that. All of it. Even the bad stuff. Remembering that means I’m alive. And, for that I am extremely thankful.
If you look closely, to the left, you’ll see a turned over plastic chair. That’s New Orleans too, he said with a huge grin.