Our Cleanup project Gulf of MexiCo Oil Spill
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These are just a few pictures taken in Grand Isle Louisiana. Most of them were taken approximately 12 hours after the oil first hit the shore on Grand Isle, Louisiana. I did not walk down the beach in search for these photos, they were taken right outside where we were staying, and we were staying on part of the island that wasn't closed.
Incidentally, according to this guy we met who studies birds, this island is the only nesting place for the species of birds he was studying. Apparently the sheriff told him he was going to arrest him if he moved any of the oiled birds. He was moving them anyway.
If you want to see more pictures we took, go here, I don't feel like posting them all on here.
According to a meeting held the day before yesterday, a BP representative told us that the well could be spilling over a million gallons a day into the gulf. According to what I've read online, the estimate is ranging from 5,000 to 25,000 barrels a day.
Nobody is sure.
Louisiana wasn't what I expected. I'd never spent time there, except on the border to gamble. I love Louisiana now.
The coastal cities are beautiful. I felt like I was in another country. It is an entirely different culture.
At some point on my stay there I had a conversation with someone at home that went like this:
"What are you doing?"
"Lost"
"Where are you?"
"Chillin on a mausoleums in a cemetery in the middle of a swamp"
I'm not just saying this, but the people on Grand Isle are the friendliest I've ever met. Everybody comes up and talks to you and they love my accent. Haha. I love theirs! They are simple, sweet people, who all seemed enthusiastic to just start talking to me, a stranger, about what they were going to grill up for dinner. They were really, really cute. I wanted to snuggle ALL of them! Their life style of just catching crawfish and feeding their families seemed so much more honorable than my own.
They are all very worried about what's going to happen to them. Their entire economy relies on the gulf. They will not be able to eat out of it. The place where we were staying had already had about 80% reservation cancellations.
It is so unfair that this has happened to them.
This stuff is disgusting, we took samples of it. My friend called it "plastic mud", but that doesn't emphasize how sticky it is. It's very hard to wash off, and it's toxic.
These are just a few pictures taken in Grand Isle Louisiana. Most of them were taken approximately 12 hours after the oil first hit the shore on Grand Isle, Louisiana. I did not walk down the beach in search for these photos, they were taken right outside where we were staying, and we were staying on part of the island that wasn't closed.
Incidentally, according to this guy we met who studies birds, this island is the only nesting place for the species of birds he was studying. Apparently the sheriff told him he was going to arrest him if he moved any of the oiled birds. He was moving them anyway.
If you want to see more pictures we took, go here, I don't feel like posting them all on here.
According to a meeting held the day before yesterday, a BP representative told us that the well could be spilling over a million gallons a day into the gulf. According to what I've read online, the estimate is ranging from 5,000 to 25,000 barrels a day.
Nobody is sure.
Louisiana wasn't what I expected. I'd never spent time there, except on the border to gamble. I love Louisiana now.
The coastal cities are beautiful. I felt like I was in another country. It is an entirely different culture.
At some point on my stay there I had a conversation with someone at home that went like this:
"What are you doing?"
"Lost"
"Where are you?"
"Chillin on a mausoleums in a cemetery in the middle of a swamp"
I'm not just saying this, but the people on Grand Isle are the friendliest I've ever met. Everybody comes up and talks to you and they love my accent. Haha. I love theirs! They are simple, sweet people, who all seemed enthusiastic to just start talking to me, a stranger, about what they were going to grill up for dinner. They were really, really cute. I wanted to snuggle ALL of them! Their life style of just catching crawfish and feeding their families seemed so much more honorable than my own.
They are all very worried about what's going to happen to them. Their entire economy relies on the gulf. They will not be able to eat out of it. The place where we were staying had already had about 80% reservation cancellations.
It is so unfair that this has happened to them.
This stuff is disgusting, we took samples of it. My friend called it "plastic mud", but that doesn't emphasize how sticky it is. It's very hard to wash off, and it's toxic.