I had to admire Thomas Neff who was in New Orleans after the devastation of Hurricane Katrina and captured both the horrifying reality of the destruction but also the hope and resiliency of the people. It wasn't just the photos, but the stories which accompanied them which truly made one appreciate the gravity of this tragedy. Some refused to leave their home and belongings behind or they were protecting their property. Others simply didn’t have the resources to live somewhere else.

 I woke up today at the crack of noon. Determined to not let the rest of my day go to waste I threw on some clothes, grabbed a book, and was out of the door within 10 minutes. Walking out onto the street I was met by the most lovely weather--sun shining, cool breeze blowing, and not a cloud in the sky. I strolled down Henry Street, which leads me to this great park on the water nestled between the manhattan and brooklyn bridges. It's autumn now, but on my way, I came across all the signs of spring.

This is my first blog. I made it in class.