Elegy for the Gulf
This is where the mysteries of Nature unlocked for me. Even later — in the Adirondacks, in the Cascades, on the Pacific — I never felt Nature to speak more plainly. Different rhythms — diurnal, tidal, seasonal — were interwoven. You could sense, even as a kid, how delicate the whole balance was.
Now, it’s also where the limits of our care and the boundlessness of our appetites are most plainly apparent. For me, the spreading plume of oil is, to this decade, what the smouldering and collapsing towers were to the last decade: the next installment, the graven image, of our penchant for destruction of entire human and natural systems.
~ David Gottlieb
Ambiance 