
awindofsuchviolence:soupsoup:mknell:
The Boston Globe Big Picture images are, as always, devastating.
These pictures make me angry. Put down the camera and pick these birds up or something, take them to the rescue operations. Get them cleaned up or at least make them comfortable as they die. Who gives a shit about these photographs? HELP THESE BIRDS.
But the pictures are critical to informing everyone who doesn’t have the ability to be there and see this for themselves of the horror that the oil spill is causing. Imagine if every photographer simply put down the camera instead of capturing images like this, and you sitting comfortably in your home or your office or the local library, somewhere not where this bird is, never knew of its suffering. Would your outrage be as profound—would it exist at all—if you never saw the devastation for yourself?
The saddest and probably most horrific part is that there are so many animals struggling and dying like this, even if every photographer did put down their camera, it would not be enough to help all of them. It would not be enough to ease all their suffering.
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heart = broken

My thoughts tend to sound better in books I didn’t write, and in the songs I didn’t sing. Even then, sometimes there is no piece of literature, no song, no work of art that can really explain the way you feel. There is a double-edge comfort in knowing that no one really knows.
(via ariellejuanito)

Domo nails! :D
It looks totally kinda crappy, but hey, it was my first ever. I’ll do better next time. ;D