I was really tired. I didn't think I had either the energy to drag my aging buttocks out of bed or the photographic skill to get the shot I envisioned. My first attempt at shooting the 'Supermoon' was a complete disaster.
I was able to hold the camera fairly steady — no tripod here, babe — but left the shutter open too long and all I got was a bright white wafer dangling in the night sky.
Energy giant Kinder Morgan dumps soughtto build a coal terminal along the Columbia River. They weren't expecting such intrepid opposition, not just from environmentalists, but from the Everyman and Everywoman.
I kayaked in the strong current of the deep fiord while Jennifer slept in, and I was startled when a killer whale surfaced only twenty yards away. “Don’t worry,” my guide assured, “these are resident orcas and they only eat fish.”
On October 9th, 2004, I set out from Snug Harbor aboard the Salish Sea Charter with several researchers from the Center For Whale Researchon San Juan Island. I had never seen a pod of killer whales in the open sea, but that soon changed.
My presentation to the Bellingham City Council on the difference between a Dry Bulk Commodity Terminal—which Gateway Pacific Terminal purports to be—and a Coal Port, which is what GPT really is. Judging by their conversation—observable during the cutaway—Mayor Kelli Linville and the city attorney appear to have had something else on their minds.