Note: This entry doesn’t follow the timeline of my trip. There are many Lebanons I’ve visited that I have yet to write about.  On Wednesday morning, March 1st, I was driving my friends to the airport in New Orleans, Louisiana. Nine of us had come to the city to photograph the festivities of Mardi Gras…

  I had been on the road for two weeks and my initial excitement over this road trip had already worn off. I was feeling lonely and homesick and was missing familiar faces. It was the end of October and my long-standing avoidance of talking to people, especially those I photograph, hadn’t broken yet. It…