Riding home from work today I passed this shipping container sitting outside a house. This is a fairly common scene around New Orleans as people still have trailers in front of their homes and portable storage units are parked all over. But this shipping container caught my eye precisely because it’s not one a person can just order up on the internet. I wonder where it came from and who owns it and what’s inside. Presumably it’s here for a rebuilding project. But which one? The house in this photo is being rebuilt. The lot on the left is empty, and beside that is another brand new house. The rest of the houses stretching down this street are in various stages of disrepair, including the one right next to this main house, which is missing an entire side, exposing the home’s rotting interior. This kind of uneven development always makes me wonder how real recovery is supposed to happen. How must it feel to go home to a rebuilt house surrounded by the ghosts of neighbors who probably aren’t coming back, of houses that still bear all the marks of that storm and those levee breaches? I continued on down Delachaise, crossing St. Charles, and was, in that space of four or five blocks, in a completely different New Orleans, one where passing through, you might figure everything is back to normal.