Creating Apey
Self identified crazy lady in her 30's trying to create herself as she learns to live with her surroundings.
Water is my element. The oil in it didn’t stop me from swimming. The sunburn from the oil coating around my sunblock didn’t stop me from soaking up the zen created by the rolling sounds of the waves as I sat in umbrella created shade. There was a sadness however.
With a dead sea creature every 5-10 feet (catfish mostly, but also sting rays, puffer fish, and others I couldn’t begin to identify), and enough glass mixed in with the sand that I cut my foot while wearing a pair of borrowed crocks while walking the shore to take photos of weird things that had washed ashore (of which there was no lack) how could I not feel a deep sense of sadness?
What are we doing to our planet? Have you really stopped to think about it? Not even in a unitary sense, but perhaps more personally. What are YOU doing to our planet? What am I?
The probably city block of gulf shore I walked along had all sorts of water logged man made products. A fully intact, if nearly collapsed, empty Coca-Cola 12 pack box…which I actually watched go from a red dot to an actual box as it came ashore. Why are things like this made to last such things as the ocean? Seriously?
Why is everything created by man supposed to last beyond man’s life span? Beyond the Earth’s very capacity to take care of itself? What are we doing to our planet?
