After years of coming to Louisiana during and in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, I, like many, had been overjoyed this Mardi Gras, when the New Orleans Saints won the Super Bowl and at long, long last, the feeling in this city was that maybe a corner had finally been turned. It was the first time since before the storm that I came to see my friends and have a good time, rather than work and photograph.
So my heart sank when BP’s Deepwater Horizon oil well burned and sank, unleashing the biggest oil spill in our country’s history. I knew that, unlike natural disaster or war, the impact would not be immediately visible, even though the consequences are just as grave in the long term. I felt no rush to come. Rather, I was depressed at the thought of this region getting battered again, never mind the politics of regulatory failure and corporate greed.
Barrier Islands off GRAND ISLE, LA: June 11, 2010 Anti-oil booms thrown out of position. The booms have to be constantly attended because of tides, weather, and saturation with oil. Initial booming was only partially successful.ABOVE THE GULF OF MEXICO: June 10, 2010 On board Coast Guard aircraft overflying the site of the BP oil spill in the Gulf Of Mexico. Below there is a fleet of ships trying to cap the still leaking well.
VENICE, LA: June 15, 2010 Staging area for National Guard helicopters dropping 3000-lb. sandbags to build up an artificial breakwater or berm against BP Deepwater Horizon oil spill.more:
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