The Fearless Journalist

Oil hit Biloxi tonight, and I wasn’t there. For weeks, I’ve stalked the Mississippi shoreline with my camera, trying to preserve the beauty, trying to stave the inevitable. I spend my days linking stories on Twitter so the world knows what is happening to the Gulf Coast. I spend my nights pacing the beach, betting the future on the Nikon in my hand. I write about the spill. I dream about the spill. I talk so much about it, I’m sure my friends are tired of listening.