As everyone knows, the oil spill is said to be one of the most horrendous, if not the most, natural disaster in our history. It’s something that has not yet been corrected, and may not be corrected until the end of August. If and when that happens, the remains of the oil will never be completely cleaned up. It is an issue that has been a consistency on the national news. It is not only something that is affecting people around the world, it is also killing and harming our sea and wild life.
Last week I spent some time visiting some friends in Florida and Georgia. We went to a few beaches and hung out. Prior to arriving, I had wondered, “Are any of these beaches going to be affected by the oil spill?” Upon arrival, luckily, none of them had been reached by the oil spill. It was something that crossed my mind every time I found myself upon the beach.
When I returned from my trip, I decided to make a few posters concerning the oil spill. We have all seen the awful imagery on the national news of injured wildlife that may or may not survive. It’s an issue that I find very important so I worked on these as personal work, and I would like to turn these into a series of prints if anyone would be interested in purchasing them.
When is enough, enough?
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Some of you know this but many of you do not. In the beginning of June I was riding my roommate Steves fixed gear bike to the post office in the Onlyville section of Providence, Rhode Island. I was heading to the post office because I just received a brand new 85mm that I bought off another photographer and was excited to get it and actually use it for a shoot I had on this day.
As I was riding down to the post office a man bombs out of a parking lot and smashed right into me. He did not look both ways and he did not even look at me. After he hit me he just kept going and drove away. So I ended up flipping over the handle bars and becoming best friends with the pavement. I smashed my chin and head off the ground which took most of the impact. An old Spanish gentlemen who spoke broken English helped me out of the road because I got thrown into on coming traffic and he grabbed the bike too. I had no idea the severity of what my injuries were. The old man told me I was bleeding and I took my hand and touched my face and felt bone on my chin. Lots of flesh and bone. So I took my beanie and just covered my chin. Of course in Dustin fashion I asked the old man to take a photo of me with my iPhone so I could document this fine occasion.
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