One of  Chris Jordan’s images of a dead albatross chick. He took these on the Midway Atoll about 2000 miles from any continent. Where no plastic should be. Our trash gets caught in the currents and the birds mistake it for food and feed it to the babies. Thousands of birds die a year. We first saw these images at PopTech where Chris compared the presence of the pollution to having cancer in our lymph system. The David Brower Center, a client of our sister co. Hairpin Communications, has an exhibition of his work.

Our friend the big-hearted and super-talented Kris Krüg took photos for TedxOilspill. Some of the images accompany this interview of him.

I live and work less than a mile from the ocean and have found if I go too far inland, a certain depression, a low-grade ache sets in. When I was little I would sit in wonder watching The Undersea World of Jacques Cousteau. I took my boys to the beach this weekend in Wellfleet. Where there are no tar balls, mired birds or leveled communities. You could almost forget on the clear beaches and reliable waves. Almost.

“The sea, the great unifier, is man’s only hope. Now, as never before, the old phrase has a literal meaning: we are all in the same boat.” Jacques Cousteau.

The Aaron went to the Brimfield Show. He took some wicked good pictures.