Hurricane Katrina: Has it really been 15 years?

Yesterday was the 15th anniversary of Hurricane Katrina.

Not an anniversary I want to celebrate. Instead, I prefer to celebrate today as the anniversary of the day we started to clean up the mess Katrina left behind..

Because my wife and I lived in Hattiesburg, Mississippi at the time, we saw only a small portion of the devastation left in the aftermath of the hurricane. But 80% of the streets in our city were impassable because of all the trees, mostly pine, that snapped and fell across the roads. (Thanks to all the chainsaw cowboys and cowgirls who went to work, some as soon as the storm passed, to cut up the trees and move them off the roads.)

And it took weeks for electrical crews to get the electricity to our home back up and running. (Thanks to the crews who came from all around to help across south Mississippi and Louisiana.)

After Katrina Singers

I took photos of the destruction, the power line crews, people cleaning up, carrying cases of water, evacuations at the local hospital, but my favorite is the photo above of three sisters singing together. They were part of a worship service that took place on the street in front of the Lighthouse Apostolic Pentecostal Church about two weeks after the storm. The church was gutted, but the congregation continued to worship on the side of the road in the sun.

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Cindy Brown

I'm an Atlanta wedding photographer who takes soulful, quirky and honest photos ...

I'm also an adventurous traveler and all-round nerd. I love to hike with my beagle/cattle dog Roux and best friend/spouse.

I was born in Atlanta, moved around a lot--30 cities and 5 states--and then came back.

After graduating from the Art Institute of Atlanta, I took a job at asmall newspaper in south Georgia, where I photographedhospital teas, pecan farmers, and beauty queens.

I photographed a biker funeral, death penalty protests andTed Bundy while interning with the Associated Press.

While a photographer for two dailies in Florida, I photographed Ronald Reagan, a train derailment and the dedication of a screened-in porch.

An unexpected life turn took me to Vermont where I fell in love with Bernie Sanders and on to Indiana, where I edited photos for a major daily, and nerded out getting a master’s and PhD.

After teaching photojournalism at colleges and universities in Florida, Indiana and Mississippi, I returned to Atlanta to earn myfifth degree--a Master's of Divinity.

My passion for storytelling with my camera and my interest in religious diversity led my to the field of wedding photojournalism.

I have documented weddings large and small, Unitarian and Pagan, indoors and out, Christian and Muslim, in backyards and in churches. The most exotic wedding I have photographed took place in Mexico and was officiated by aMayan shaman.

When I'm not photographing weddings, portraits or corporate events, I work on personal photo projects, visit friends in amemory-care home, and volunteer at a recovery center.