You see, my Grandfather whom I never got to meet died just before I was able to make it out. Consequently, I ended up staying in Alabama to help take care of my grandmother through her greaving state.

After a few months, I moved to a small Island in the Gulf of Mexico, about 5 miles off the coast of Alabama. Afterall, I am a surfer, and even if I had to surf crappy wind swell waves in the gulf, it was better than nothing.I lived in an A-fram house right on the beach with my friend Gary Sutton.

I don't want to take away from any of the attention given to other areas effected by the hurricane, but I feel that this area of Alabama could use a little more attention. The following photos show my Island after hurricane Katrina. The home I lived in is no longer there, and many of my friends homes are also destroyed.

Here it is coming in, this photo is not DI.

It started to come in Sunday morning

Had to get out by Sunday or else this.

And the aftermath

My street!

Jasons house

Carmens House

Half a house

Alligator from the fresh water lake

One of the Oil Platforms was washed into the Island

Houses Gone

Help Comes

Nothing Left

Use to be a boardwalk here

Have you seen the movie "Forrest Gump" this is Bayou La Batre which is 5 minutes from the Island.  It is now a location for refugees of Katrina.

More Boats

Use to be a car

From the Air

To my friends, I wish I could be there to help you rebuild. Maybe in the coming days it will be a possibility that I can be. My thoughts and prayers are with all the victims of Katrina.

David