Last Spring I took a sort-of unique road trip.  I packed my bags, enthusiastically left Memphis and headed down Interstate 55 to the southern bits of Louisiana, where I was born and lived most of my life.  I don’t get to visit home very often, so just getting down there was deserving of a celebration.  But this particular time was even more special than just that- I went home with a mission.

I fantasized over the idea for quite a few years before it finally panned out.  I spent the majority of my life in Louisiana’s capital city, Baton Rouge, but there were many smaller cities and towns I lived in throughout the years as well.  Those places were off route from Memphis to Baton Rouge, and a lot of them I never had an opportunity or reason to re-visit.  I couldn’t let these places be forgotten, though.  After all, they were places I used to call home.  Schools, houses, and restaurants I used to spend so much of my time at.  These places were a part of my life, a part of my being.  My idea was to take a trip through the state of Louisiana, stopping and briefly visiting all of my old stomping grounds.  When I shared my idea with my equally-nostalgic parents and sister, they thought it was great and enthusiastically jumped on board.  My cheap little point-and-shoot camera served as my main documentation tool and this little video was the result.

I take pictures and make things.

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