That's what it looks like coming up onto my beach right now. The oil is starting to spit up on our white sand, wrapping itself around sea weed and algae. It seems odd, but watching it on TV, and then standing two feet away from it feel wholly different. For the longest time I just felt like James Stewart in "Rear Window", just watching the whole thing unfold with my binoculars. And now Lars Thorwald is bashing down my door to strangle me in my helpless state.
I honestly don't know how to feel about this. Or even begin to describe it. I just needed to say something about it, I suppose.
Created: Jun 30, 2010Document Media