From Rocky Mountain High to the Lower 9th Ward

July 16th we set out for Breckenridge, Colorado. Last night my wife and I returned from New Orleans, Louisiana. We have been on an adventure beyond ordinary and now we are left reeling from what we saw, gasping somehow to digest it all.

Anyone who has ever hiked at close to 12,000 feet knows what I mean when I say that it feels like you are breathing through one of those stir stick straws that you use when you stir your sugar into your coffee.

Likewise one can only gasp when looking at what is going on at the beaches of Grand Isle, LA, or when driving through the Lower 9th Ward in New Orleans.

Our trips left our cups over flowing, and our minds scrambling to try and reflect on it all, savor the beauty, while simultaneously confronting the brutal reality of everything else we saw.

I will attempt here in the coming days to bring out some of those experiences, for now these photos will have to suffice.