i've mostly wanted this to be a blog about my pictures, which it will continue to be, assuming i can figure out a direction, and a way to accomplish my vision. which at present i lack. it's true, i'm a lot like bush. you wouldn't want me for president.
but it's probably clear from captions to previous posts that i'm politically aware, if not biased. although i'm not sure bias applies when when you are sick to your core, and just railing against the machine in anyway you can.
america, finally seemed to wake up a bit after katrina. at least katrina whopped her up side the head real good and made her take a good look at what the fuckwitted president was really like. a shallow, spoiled, man child, way out of his depth when real, and immediate crisis struck.
mostly that seems to be forgotten at this point, to tell the truth i rarely think of it. it's not just a disaster in iraq, we've a disaster in our own back yard, and yet this ill conceived war we we were lied into has subsumed everything. well, here's a little story about a photographer doing his job and not quite being able to cope. via DK reader at TPM
Katrina has become a post-apocalyptic American nightmare for those living in the disaster zone, or dying there, or neither living nor dying but stumbling through the carnage like zombies.
The personal toll on those covering the storm and its aftermath has been too little documented. The Times-Pic, whose main office was flooded in the storm, forcing its temporary evacuation, has faced challenges that no modern American newspaper has ever endured. A few weeks ago, one its photographers attempted suicide by cop. Fortunately for all involved, he was well-known and respected by the police, and they showed a level of restraint that was heroic, even as he tried to provoke them into killing him by using his car as a weapon.
heckuva a job, heckuva a job. check out guitar george, he knows all the chords...
link to the original article by Chris Rose.