I wish I could go on and on about how the photographer's (who's name I forget, and I am truly apologetic) captured moments of the aftermath of Hurricaine Katrina truly affected me, but I cannot. I liked what he did--going into New Orleans and speaking with and capturing the actual victims still trying to survive the aftermath. He went to people's homes and found people who were literally confined to the upper levels of their house because the bottom floors were flooded. He talked to them, and learned their stories. He said at a point that he "wanted to be their friend." Many people needed just that, someone to talk to. However, the majority of the photographer's presentation was unfortunately very dull and very monotone. I could not get past the tiresome sound in his voice, and it completely distracted me from his presentation. The room was completely dead; it was almost as if an ant could be heard walking across the floor. I attempted to listen to the stories behind each photograph of the New Orleans inhabitants. However, many of the stories told the same tale--people who refused to leave their homes because they did not want to leave their pets. Some didn't even have an idea where their pets were. Yet they still refused to leave. I used to have a pet, and I loved it to death. However, I find it to be completely outrageous that people would risk their safety and the safety of their family, to stay for a dog that is no longer there. This concept also took away from my sympathy. On a happier note, the photographs were defining. As I stated in an earlier blog, I am biased to the black and white photo, which were the only photos comprised in his presentation. That, I really appreciated.