Generalizations are always iffy but I would venture a guess that most of us who venture out every day with our cameras in hopes of nailing that perfect shot have at least a sliver of of environmental angst lurking in our souls. And perhaps what draws us to the photographs we make is the fragility of the scene and how even the seemingly innocuous act of just walking along the top of a barrier dune can start to undo what has taken nature years to accomplish.
I was out one morning before sunrise on the coast recently when a woman walking her dog struck up a conversation with me. We talked about the endless beauty of what we were seeing. The conversation quickly circled to the now hot issue of drilling for oil off the Carolina beaches. She asked if that concerned me? I thought a moment, admittedly considering whether I wanted to give up a few precious moments of the soon to be sunrise to wallow into conversational quicksand. I decided to answer her this way. “I was in Santa Barbara, California during the big oil spill decades ago and since that experience, every time I go into the voting booth, it is with but two issues on my mind: the environment and my own economic interest. If there is a conflict,” I said, “I always try to put the environment first,” which I added, “is all too often the collateral damage of human enterprise.”
“Nicely said,” she grinned and walked into the sunrise which was just coming up over the horizon.
Thanks for the visit and have a great week ahead. See you next time.