In the morning I found my way out of the maze of dirt roads and back to civilization and into a cafe. Now I just need to remember where I saved my damn resume. I spent the morning making a new resume, and the afternoon applying to jobs, drinking coffee the whole time. By the end of the day I had two interviews and some very shaky hands.

I still haven’t made my mind up about what I’m going to do next, the construction company is still looked like the winner. In talking to my prospective partner it seemed like he was making some connections and even started a couple jobs, work was certainly easy enough to come by and in a couple of days of putting up a website I already had a handful of leads.

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.

One of those grayscale days where someone pulled the saturation down. I went back to my campsite and worked on editing some photos.