In a few short hours I’ll be taking our youngest to the hospital surgery room to have ear tubes put in.
In the past 3 years or so we’ve been through one surgery after another in our family. I had my tonsils removed, then we had our oldest child’s tonsils removed, and now we send our youngest to have tubes put in her ears.
While I know it’s for the best I still can’t help but wonder if we’re doing things right. We eat mostly organic, lead active lifestyles, enjoy art, culture, and plenty of family time.
There’s a part of me that wonders if living in West Texas is somehow having an undesirable effect on our overall health. Are we, even with our healthy lifestyle, swimming upstream?
We live in oil country. There are spills and leaks that potentially contaminate our water supply (do we still have a water supply?) and I grow fearful that if I don’t get my family out of here soon that other ailments may not be far off.
Maybe I’m just being an overly concerned parent?
It’s all just allergies…right? Naturally.
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into the holding tank
There is no real way of disposing of these “forgotten tanks”. They sit in old depository waste sites slowly decomposing and probably adding toxic chemicals to the ground as this process takes place. Relics of what the future holds and the past cannot predict.
I’m often drawn to images of old things. I’ve passed this oil field graveyard in West Texas many times and will probably continue to visit with camera in hand. I’m not a photojournalist by nature, but something about this scene compels me to capture it for the sake or prosperity.
Often times as a photographer and an artist I feel that statements need to be made. So what am I stating? Anything? Nothing?
Maybe I just find beauty in old things. Maybe I find it ironic that the fruits of so many labors may end up being the downfall of human society.
These are the fruits of my labor. It burdens me.
Sometimes I get in trouble with the wife about being myself. I’m a strongly opinionated person. It’s really that simple.
Don’t bring up politics, religion, or pther social issues with me if all you do is regurgitate what some idiotic radio personality uses for sound bites. I really was just trying to have a civilized conversation. I promise.
If I really did stop saying the things that were on my mind all of the time, like I have always done, would I still be me?
