The space between the levee and the river is a forgotten zone— transitions marked mostly by regular cycles of flooding and changes of season. At first encounter this place seems inhospitable— made more so because of its proximity and entanglement with its industrial and toxic histories. This is a landscape of erasures and deeply hidden histories.
This segment along the Mississippi River was once a significant hub of commerce, industrial growth and transport activity. The levee protects the surrounding community of strip clubs and chemical plants, and runs parallel to one of the remaining railroad lines that skirt across the region. This space in-between, deep in the fragile woods where no one looks, is where I wander.