Just so we’re all clear on where I’m at with how things are.
I think I resisted this sort of performative post stuff because 1) I try and keep things as positive as possible for the sake of other folks, and 2) showing basic decency and respect towards others should be the bare minimum of being a decent human. But I guess there come times where the obvious needs to be said, just for the sake of history.
So to all marginalized persons and groups out there: please know that I am always happy to share this ocean with you, and that you belong here. All I have to offer you is a bunch of art, a listening ear, and some extra cash that I can donate your way, so I hope it helps in even a small way.
Saltwater Brewery created an answer to floating plastic six pack rings harming the ocean environment and its creatures. Their rings are edible and made from wheat and barley leftover from the beer making process. It’s a great way for the brewery to cut back on waste product and provides a snack for fish and other sea dwelling animals. If more companies recycled like this maybe we could cut down on the amount of garbage polluting our waters daily.
i saw the loch ness monster at the beach this morning and she offered me gentle life advice and gave me ice cream and told me if u ever needed 2 reach her, to blow a kiss in the ocean and pick up trash along the beach
Generation after generation of humanity sat by idly, too comfortable to be spurred to action. Too complacent to stop our disastrous path before our inevitable destruction.
Now, the earth’s atmosphere is damaged beyond repair, and humanity as a whole must adapt. Maps must be redrawn. Entire coastlines are washed away under the world-wide floods. New deserts are formed as the thinning atmosphere’s protection wanes. Global droughts decimate populations, and a few years later, when everything is dry, the fires begin in earnest. Some cities survive, but the number that do is smaller than anyone cares to admit. The shape of the world changes, and humanity with it.
Cities are build under the new deserts, using the winds as power and the sands as protection against the sun. We must now learn how to survive in the parts of the world we have made uninhabitable.
Some people flee to the sea. There’s so much more if it now, and out there, there is less overcrowding. Modern-day dreams of atlantis become realities faster than anyone could ever have known as desperation and ingenuity pull us away from moving shores. Humanity learns how to live in the flooded world they’ve made - they must.
Still others fight to fix what was broken. It is futile to hope for a full return to glory, but cities which burned after the Droughts are rebuilt with as much vegetation as can be made. Taller buildings are crafted to hold more people and more flora. Old building designs are shed like dead skin - a symbol of hope for a new world and the death of an era of failure.
Some turn towards the stars. Space colonization programs began to cooperate on large-scale projects during the first Droughts. Now, they are beginning to take off in every sense of the words. Short-term tests on the moon have proven to be successful, and now- armed with entire libraries of knowledge on ways to keep a planet healthy, the space programs begin to look beyond, to further planets and distant stars.
Designs are borrowed from those places which have always been most accustomed to the heat. Clothing changes to accommodate the rising temperatures. Linens, silks, and other, newer fabrics, synthesized to repel the constant heat are the foundations of a global fashion boom. Sun screening lotions are altered to be stronger and last longer. Paints and skin-coats are adapted to look beautiful in the parts of the world where it is too hot to live without anymore.
There are places in the world which become uninhabitable. Any plans for long-term habitation are ultimately unsustainable. These dead-zones become the perfect place for secrets to hide, though trips through them must be kept brief and well-planned if one wishes to survive.
Garbage becomes a commodity. Recycling materials that no longer exist in nature is a fairly new business, but it is thriving. Companies fight over rights to old dump sights and sharp entrepreneurs trawl the oceans for the trash humanity forgot long ago.
Solar windows are in - it is harder now to walk outside without suffering the consequences, but humanity has not forgotten their love of the light. Direct exposure is more dangerous than ever, but protected windows give humans the ability to walk in the sunlight without fear of their impending deaths.
We did it. We destroyed the planet we were given to live. Now, we must live amongst the proof of our forefather’s misdeeds.
100,000 pounds – that’s how much garbage has been removed from Papahānaumokuākea Marine National Monument over the past six years!
Every year, NOAA staff, working with the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service and the State of Hawai'i and other partners, travel to the Northwestern Hawaiian Islands to remove tons of marine debris that accumulates there. Though the islands are remote and uninhabited, ocean currents and weather bring debris like fishing gear and plastic trash to their shores. There, it poses a threat to animals like Hawaiian monk seals, green sea turtles, and seabirds, which can become entangled or consume pieces of plastic.
The 100,000-pound mountain of debris that has been collected over the past six years was recently shipped from Midway Atoll to Honolulu, where it will be processed through the Nets to Energy Program to produce electricity! Many thanks to all of our partners who have contributed to making Papahānaumokuākea a safer, healthier place for its inhabitants.
“Artsy” Photos of Trash on Patong Beach (That I Picked Up After)
This morning’s beach walk turned into hours spent picking up plastic bags along the shore. Every few steps there was another one! Patong Beach is BIG. Once I started, I couldn’t stop. None of the many tourists paid any attention to what I was doing, though I think I successfully photo-bombed quite a few new Facebook profile pics with my fistful of sand-plastic.
At one point, I couldn’t find a garbage can to dispose of one of the batches of bags I’d collected. I walked through a fancy hotel, passed people eating breakfast with my loot outstretched and dripping as I searched for something (passive aggressively hoping the hotel clientele would take note and maybe think twice about their trash once they joined the beach crowd).
When the tide came back by the middle of the day, there wasn’t much more I could do. The sea was eating it all up. I decided to try and enjoy myself and dive into the water. Within minutes a plastic bag was thrust into my face by a wave.
This all left me feeling quite depressed throughout the day as I walked through the Las Vegas Strip of crap that makes up this chaotic coastal town. These touristy beaches are getting ripped to shreds by so many people who do not seem to care about the impact they are making. Locals would give me “thumbs up” but I think they’ve probably given up.
I know that despite the effort I put in this morning, I didn’t really do much to make a difference. I hardly made a dent in what was there in front of me, and this shit is happening everyday! I don’t even want to think of the volume of plastic bags floating out to the sea. Every. Day. From this beach alone.
I came back at sunset hoping to enjoy the view but I just couldn’t help myself. I decided to take “artsy” photos of the trash and then dispose of it (the lighting was really good!). Hundreds of people saw what I was doing and didn’t bat an eye. For a while two girls joined me. I dropped some on accident in front of this guy and he just stared at me as I struggled to balance what I had in my hands and pick up the damp garbage again.
As I’ve been traveling I’ve been studying responsible, ethical, sustainable, and ecological tourism practices. Even though I plan to spend my career in the hospitality industry, sometimes I really hate tourism. But it is going to be here no matter what so I might as well try to make things a little bit better. At times the right answer can be complex and ambiguous, but I think people littering all over a beach is pretty cut and dry! Why don’t people pack out their trash???There were garbage cans in most places along the beach path.