If photography can be viewed as a catastrophe, then each of Thomas Neff's pictures was a tremor. Each picture hit us with the humanity--or lack there of, of the stories that followed Hurricane Katrina. Each image struck us, shook us, and rattled our bones with the sobering images of the struggling, and forsaken people of the city of New Orleans. These pictures were particularly meaningful for me because of my own experiences with hurricane relief in the city--and the many storied i heard and the people i met that were reflected in the eyes of every single one of his subjects. I had a hard timing staying in the present, as his pictures brought back a deluge of memories, each more painstaking than the last. His efforts really captured the essence, and the punctum of everything that i felt, but never found the right words to explain. You had to witness it, to see the strength in the peoples eyes, and the shaking of their hands, to understand everything that it meant to those who witnessed these events firsthand. I could happily and easily write blog posts about my time in New Orleans for the rest of my life but the one imperative I took away from my experiences there, and the one that Mr. Neff captured so poignantly, was to not forget them. In his images, and in my mind, live images that will never die, and it is our responsibility to share and transmit them to as many people as possible, so our memories, and their stories, can live

forever.