I have been documenting lost and abandoned shoes, which I now efer to as Lost Soles, littering our highways an parks for over 4 years now and have gotten some very compelling images that tell a story. Recently after the BP oil spill disaster I came across a lost, what was once bright white, flip flop, on the oil smeared Pensacola Beach shoreline that I call home and made the scope of the disaster become realized for me. I survived the Hurricane Ivan years but the one thing I had to comfort me was that our beach itself remained. Now that has been taken from us. A way of life is threatened, one that may not be regained for some time, if ever. The future is very uncertain with looming threats of mass coastal evacuation due to to possible toxic rain from evaporating chemical dispersants. The overwhelming and ever-present sense of anxiety is almost too much at times. Causing anger and frustration to creep up in ways you do not even realize. Usually the target being BP and the Govt. who are not doing nearly enough to clean this disaster up and us having no control over, we are helpless against a disaster of this proportion.
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