or No Goblins, Witches, or Ghosts!
In the midst of the worst environmental disaster America has experienced, life in my neck of the Louisiana wetlands remains an oil-free zone. Weeks ago, someone shamed me into taking my head out of the sand and facing this disaster, and I was very sorry that I did. I’ve been told that I better deal with this because it’s not going away; and as a spokesperson for the wetlands, I should be well informed about the topic. But the deep-down-heart-of-the-matter is that I am a glass-half-full person, tenacious and resilient, and it’s when I listen to the voices outside of me that I get sucked into that which will destroy the faith, strength, and optimism that keep me going.
Oh yes, the truth is all around me, as well as the lies surrounding this whole sordid affair. But there are more important things in my life (besides my children) that remain firm, real, steadfast, and encouraging. True, the phone is ringing for cancellations at Camp Dularge, and the phone is not ringing with folks wanting to come here to stay, but if I walk away from the computer, away from the land line, put my cell phone on silent, and get in my boat, I can enter my own little sanctum where there are no goblins (BP), witches (government), and ghosts (oil leaks).
There is only Creation, Beauty, Serenity, Faith, and Hope. In the midst of the darkness, two groups of people, aware of the problem but unaffected by it, called and booked wetland tours. Two in one week, with all that’s going on, can you imagine that? And I’m so utterly grateful that they did. At least the boat engine note will be paid. To Glo, Joel, Anna Marie 1, Anna Marie 2, Sebastian, and Rene` I want to thank you for reminding me why I’m here and pulling me out from under the bed and into my boat, my favorite place to be, and allowing me to share with you the absolute beauty that still thrives here in the brackish inland wetlands of the Terrebonne Estuary System.
Following are images I half-heartedly snapped while taking Glo and Joel on a photography tour. They weren’t particularly interested in knowing all about wetland loss, the causes, and affects; and quite frankly, it was a breath of fresh air not to talk about all that for a change. She was delightful, with her camera and her southern accent and charm. I hope she got some good images, and I surprisingly got a few of my own. Even though I was half-hearted, my Nikon D50 took the pics seriously. I honestly can take no credit for these shots. I was driving the boat and almost shooting one-handed at times.
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