Archive for the ‘USA: Louisiana’ category

Hola NOLA!

January 4th, 2013

I haven’t been blogging from the road recently, as I’ve settled down for a little bit in one of my favorite places on Earth, the city of New Orleans. It occurs to me that I should treat my adopted home town as any other place I love, and take a zillion pictures and write stories about it. New Orleans is the birthplace of a million stories and those will come, (oh … they will come) but for now here are some photos I’ve snapped in and around New Orleans in the past couple months.

Feel free to follow me on Instagram, y’all: I’m @thefabulouseileen.

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Cry for the Cajuns

June 11th, 2010

I haven’t been writing lately, aside from some rather soulless sales and PR gigs. Really I’ve been too sad about the Gulf of Mexico horror and other personal shiz to say much of anything fun and travelly, so I just post pictures and wait for things to change.

Today I read that the BP oil spill has claimed P&J Oyster Co. in New Orleans, the country’s oldest oyster supplier, which had to shut down after 134 years because most of the oyster beds that had been supplying it for generations are dead. The rest are being killed by fresh water being diverted from the Mississippi River in a desperate bid to flush some of the oil away from the shorelines.

This is just one story, one company. Before too long there will be thousands more like it.

Those families down in south Louisiana are among the most decent and wonderful people I’ve ever met: hardworking, tough, fun, smart, creative and expressive. Everything about them is rich and full and lively: their music, their food, their language, their art. And while there are people on earth who probably deserve to be driven into hardship and see their homes turned into a toxic graveyard, it sure as hell isn’t them. Nobody deserves to have one’s heritage taken away, relegated to museums, not died out over time but killed.

That south Louisiana way of life, woven into those marshes and bayous teeming with life — it’s being irretrievably changed, and possibly destroyed forever. As resilient as those Cajuns are, how can they survive a death blow like this? How do you put a price tag on an entire culture? And why, for the love of God, do they keep getting screwed?

See, this is why I don’t write much these days, because I can’t think far beyond this. Next week I leave the country. Maybe I’ll write more then.

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Death in the Gulf

May 4th, 2010

I’d love to post something fun from this sunny weekend in California, but I’m too saddened and sickened by the oil slick the size of Delaware that’s threatening to destroy the Gulf of Mexico, as BP’s oil well continues to spew 5,000 barrels of crude per day, unchecked, into the water.

As a scuba diver, beach lover, nature enthusiast, environmentalist and person who will always consider Louisiana her home, no matter where in the world she is — I am at a loss. These photos were taken on the beach at Waveland, Mississippi, this weekend by resident Jenny Lindsay Bell. The rest of her photo series is on Facebook.

You may or may not know that Waveland was one of the towns most severely destroyed by Hurricane Katrina in 2005; after the storm I wrote an article about Waveland as a freelance journalist for the Jackson Free Press (sorry bout the janky character problems in the story; hope it’s readable). The people of Waveland went through horrors that you and I can’t imagine … and now this.

It’s not just the gruesome and massive loss of life that’s occurring in the Gulf of Mexico right now as I type this; it’s the unprecedented losses to the fishing/shrimping industry that is the backbone of that region’s culture and economy. It’s the toxic fumes and seepage that will surely displace people yet again from their homes and businesses and daily lives. It’s the fact that these middle-class, average people are five years into an agonizingly slow recovery from being hammered down by Katrina and now there’s this looming threat that could make the aftereffects of that storm seem like nothing.

This is a slow-moving, relentless toxic hurricane barreling into an already pummeled land and people and wildlife. Its effects will be felt for years, perhaps generations, to come.

Drill, baby, drill … Where are all the Teabaggers who chanted that lovely mantra like drones? Are they volunteering for cleanup duty?