This old man came up to me and tried to give me his beads. I had to decline, I dont know what to do with them either.

Whole buildings swept off their foundation, walls ripped off exposing the remnants of people’s lives untouched since the hurricane exposed like an eerie museum exhibit. I felt conflicted stopping to take photos of such tragedy.

I spent most of my time there sitting around the kitchen table talking with Jack and the other farm hands about everything from mechanics, philosophy, farming, religion and much, much more.