Oil Spill Aftermath

Not in living colors: Six weeks after the Galveston Bay oil spill, haunting images linger

Six weeks after the Galveston Bay oil spill, after the booms were hauled in and the blockades removed, I put my boots on and went looking for what was left. Mother Nature. Left, alone, to recover after being hit with a double whammy.  168,000 gallons of oil and God knows how many gallons of PES-51 (cleaning agent) used to disperse it.

What I found was a natural world, sickened.  


I looked up close under the Intracoastal Bridge Bridge, in the ditches. . .


Facing north along JCT 124 south. Great Egret in flight, Night Heron below.  



. . .along the marsh, a mix of dead grass along the water amid the green reeds that thrive....


. . .finally, behind the blockade west of Galveston where the cleaning crew was stationed....


Looking down from top of platform at west end of Galveston Island.



. . .and at the end of the day, I felt sick myself.


South of Intracoastal Bridge along JCT 124.


Sometimes, I wanted to put the camera down and cry. In some places, the smell was so foul that I had to step back for a while. ___________________________________________

Area between marsh and JCT 124.  


I took few notes. In oil spills, especially their aftermath, the camera speaks.  "If," as Winnie Burkett said . . 


Area between marsh and JCT 124.

". . .you know where to look."


A marsh just north of High Island.



After observing two oil spills (in Louisiana and Galveston Bay) . . .


Low tide at Ferry Landing.



I've come to believe. . . ____________________________________

Dead grass and tattered tires beyond the blockade.



that it'd be better if we left the clean up job to Mother Nature.


Willet on shoreline at Bolivar Flats Bird Sanctuary.

Driving home, some words came haunting.  

Something that Mama said from her hospital bed.  



Pool of water at west end of Galveston.


"The chemo's killing me more than the cancer."