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Day 9: Another scary call in the wee hours of the morning from the fishermen in Yscloskey. It seems that millions of small food fish, bait to us laymen, have been washing ashore in this small fishing village that was totally wiped out by Katrina. This shows that the damage is coming further into the marshlands than had been anticipated. These are the bottom of the food chain fish that the larger fish depend on for survival. A picture here is worth a thousand words. More later today. I’m skipping over one post I had written because this one is so important.
Thanks to Public Eyes media and the Captain for this morning’s photos.
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Thanks Dotty.
Not looking good. Thanks dotty.
incredible work, dotty– anxious to hear more from you later today. thanks for the diaries!
Thanks Dotty. Hope folks keep posting close up photos. The coverage of the oil spill on MSNBC, Cnn etc makes the spill look beautiful. Like an art show or something. Satellite photographs. We need up close and gunky funky. Not a photo show
The head of the United Commercial Fishermen’s Association is out in the marshlands today passing out cameras and we will be getting new photos constantly. It was a good investment on his part because you can’t dispute the pictures.
Thanks, Dotty, you are our eyes and ears, please keep these reports coming.
No one else is covering this story, and it is THE story of this disaster: the ongoing destruction of an ecosystem and a way of life.
Thank you.
was this image taken in Louisiana?
The photo was taken in Yscloskey, Louisiana, a fishing village in St. Bernard Parish.
by New Orleans: Mapquest (glad to know, thanks)
I can’t get this out of my head, so I’ll share it here. I have been reminded over and over again since this tragedy started of the last paragraph of Cormac McCarthy’s book, The Road, about the end of the world.
Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.
I feel we are truly approaching the end.
You made me look:
Louisiana… but actually, isn’t your last paragraph hopeful? For the earth and the creatures who will survive man?
I don’t read it that way because he begins the paragraph with “Once,” and the rest of the paragraph is in the past tense as well. Then the lines “Of thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again,” I think refer to the earth.
I knew that there was a film adaptation, but I avoided it, as the book is one of the most depressing things I have ever read, and yet real. Also, it is so well-written, that I hate to ruin it with the movie.
Read it if you haven’t.