Posted on September 7, 2021
Hazy dreams of a day at the beach. Blue skies, family and friends, wrapped in the warm Gulf air and waters.
But then comes the runoff after the rain, the oil, the dead fish and other Red Tide detritus, reminders of what else that warm water holds.
Posted on May 25, 2019
The morning air thick with the smoke of open fires, vehicle exhaust, and the smell of dense humanity.
Chaos in the streets, the poverty, a flash of wealth, millions of lives swirling around in plain sight.
Cars, trucks, phones, plastic, and more plastic, yet somehow a feeling that it has been this way for ages.