Hurricane Katrina and the Many Faces of Ignatia

Armed with hurricane lamps, masks, gloves, and boots, I first returned to New Orleans in late September, about one week after the floodwaters had been pumped out of the city. Most striking to me was simply the sense of death all around. I was used to a New Orleans filled with people and lush tropical gardens-now most of the people were gone and most of the vegetation was dead. The stench was overwhelming.

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