This is a link to my favorite picture. Its description says, "A trench dug by a group of USF geologists shows a continuous layer of oil approximately six inches beneath the surface of Pensacola Beach..."
A while ago, I posted a picture that showed the oil moving through the Gulf and said I thought it was beautiful. I still think that. I think some of these pictures a beautiful, too.
Even in disaster, even in disgust, even in horror, there's beauty.
I'm not trying to dismiss what's going on out there in the Gulf. If I never saw the images coming out now, I'd have been perfectly fine with that. Since I have, though, I'm not going to deny what I'm seeing on TV and how it takes my breath away not just because I hate it, but because I like what I'm seeing, too.
I'll leave you with this quote from under this pictures:
Footprints are left on Pensacola Beach on June 23. Signs on trash cans at at the beach ask that visitors leave only footprints when they depart. Overnight, tides left the beaches strewn with tar balls, oil mousse, and sludge from the Deepwater Horizon oil spill.
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This just sucks on such a huge fucking level...
And it's still spilling. How long has it been now?
Like two months. Since late April, I think.
Like a layer of chocolaty goodness ... albeit neither 'good' nor 'chocolaty', which is disappointing.
You know, chocolate and sand don't go together well, either.
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